Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “You fucking dirty girl,” he said. “Come here.”

  He bent over and grabbed me, lifting me up. He carried me to the table and put me down. He put my feet flat on its surface and then pushed me back before licking my clit and sucking my pussy.

  I gripped the edge of the table as he went at me like a starving man.

  “Fuck, I couldn’t wait another second,” he said. “I needed to suck this clit. I needed to taste your little pussy.” He used his teeth, his tongue, his lips to work my clit. I groaned as I felt him press his fingers deep inside me while he sucked my clit, working my body.

  I was already on the edge. Owen kept me there, masterfully working my body, pushing me close to getting off and then pulling me back again. He was frustrating me on purpose, taking my body the way he wanted me.

  He stood up and grabbed my hair. “Tell me you want to feel my cock spread you open,” he said.

  “Please,” I begged. “I need it.”

  “Stay.” He turned away.

  “Wait,” I said. “Don’t. I want to feel you.”

  He looked back at me intensely. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I begged. “Please.”

  He pushed me back down flat onto the table and spread my legs wide. He pressed his cock against me and slowly slid it deep inside me.

  I gasped and groaned, loving the feeling of his thick cock bare inside me. I wanted him so badly and couldn’t wait another second. I didn’t want a single thing between us as he slowly slid himself out and in, fucking my tight cunt.

  “That’s right,” he said, taking my chin and making me look him in the eyes. “Your cunt is mine. Your lips are mine. Every inch of you is going to be mine.”

  “Take me,” I said. “I’m yours.”

  “You’re mine to do whatever I want with. You’re a slut begging for more.”

  “Please, I’m your slut.”

  “That’s right.” He kissed me as he pressed himself deep inside me. I gasped as he began to fuck me faster, sliding in and out, my pussy dripping wet.

  He moved back and spread my legs wider before fucking me hard. I had to grab the edge of the table hard to steady myself as he slammed inside me, working my pussy with hard, swift strokes.

  “Keep going,” I gasped. I was so close already, teetering on the edge. He smirked at me and fucked me rough, a savage taking his prize.

  He began to rub my clit as he fucked me, and I knew that was going to be it. I felt the orgasm roll through me, exploding through my body, making my twitch and moan. I couldn’t stop myself. I just tipped my head back and let him have me as the orgasm powered through my skull.

  Slowly, it passed. He smirked at me, fucking me slower, kissing my lips. “Good girl,” he said. “That’s my good girl.”

  “Shit, Owen,” I said, still twitching. “Oh my god. That was amazing.”

  “I’m just getting started.”

  “What?”

  “I told you, I’m taking every inch of you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Get up.”

  He pulled me off the table and moved me back toward the counter. He bent me over, spreading my legs and my ass.

  “Every inch,” he said.

  I looked over my shoulder. “Owen, I can’t.”

  “You’re mine. Tell me you want me to fuck your tight little ass.”

  I bit my lip. I’d never had a man inside me that way before.

  I nodded, nervous.

  He grabbed a handful of my hair and steered me back down to my knees. He pressed his cock into my mouth again.

  “Get it wet,” he ordered.

  I sucked him, using my saliva to coat his thick cock. When I was finished. He pulled me back to my feet and bent me over again.

  I was nervous as he pressed his cock against my tight ass. He slowly pushed himself inside me, and I gasped.

  “Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “Give yourself to me.”

  I nodded and relaxed. It hurt at first, but it hurt in an incredibly weird and good way. I couldn’t believe it, but as he pushed himself deep inside me, I actually enjoyed it.

  “That’s right,” he groaned as he began to slowly fuck my ass. “You fucking dirty girl. You like this, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Oh my god, I do. Holy shit, Owen.”

  “I knew you would.” He pulled my hair, tipping my chin back, and kissed me as he fucked me deep and slow.

  I groaned, rolling my hips and taking him. I’d never felt so taken before, so completely dominated. But Owen fucking me like that from behind made it so complete, so intense. He reached around my hips and rubbed my clit as he fucked my ass from behind.

  He worked faster, harder, working me, fucking me. He teased my nipples and felt my breasts as he fucked me, faster and harder, taking me. He had started out slow, but he was getting rougher. He slapped my ass and then went back to working my clit.

  I moaned, taking him, losing myself in the complete and total dominance.

  “Fuck, I’m so close,” he groaned in my ear. “Your tight little ass is incredible. God damn, Taylor, you fucking wreck me.”

  “Keep going,” I moaned as he worked my clit. “Come on, Owen. Keep fucking me.”

  He grunted and fucked me. My body was dripping with sweat as we moved as one in the kitchen.

  “I’m close,” he groaned again. “I want to come on those fucking tits. I want to cover your beautiful fucking tits.”

  “Come wherever you want,” I moaned. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

  He grunted and pulled back, spinning me, making me half crouch. I began to work my clit where he left off, rubbing myself furiously as he stroked his thick cock.

  I moaned and looked up at him. He stared down at me, stroking his cock as I stroked my own clit, and I knew I was going to come again.

  “You’re mine now, you dirty fucking girl,” he said. “I’m going to break you, again and again, and you’ll beg for more. Tell me you want more.”

  “Fuck, Owen, I want more. I want so much more.”

  He grabbed my hair as I rubbed my clit, and then he groaned.

  Owen came hot and thick all over my chest. He covered my breasts with his cum, and watching his orgasm tipped me over into my own. I rubbed myself faster, pushing my back against the cabinets to keep myself from falling over.

  He came hard on my chest as my orgasm exploded through me. Every bit of me was aching an exquisite pain, and the orgasm only intensified every feeling. I tipped my head back, moaning and saying his name as we came together.

  The orgasm slowly ended. He stumbled back and grabbed a towel for me from the counter. I collapsed onto the ground, wanting to feel him again. He got down next to me, grabbing me and pulling me against his chest.

  “Shit,” was all he said, and I nodded.

  I felt so destroyed, aching and incredible. I snuggled up against him as he held me, feeling that incredible floating freedom only an orgasm could bring.

  I didn’t know what was going to happen from here. I didn’t really care.

  All I cared about was giving myself to Owen and letting him take me however he wanted.

  24

  Owen

  The only thing I could think about all the next few days was how she had given herself to me so completely.

  Taylor was afraid of me, but she trusted me. That meant more to me than anything else. She trusted me with her body and with her career, and I had to find a way to pay that trust back.

  I had started by giving her the best orgasm of her fucking life, and I’d finish by doing better than that.

  We were just getting started. I could feel it deep inside my bones. She knew my darkest secret, and she still didn’t reject me. Or at least she didn’t outright reject me; things were still strained between us at practice.

  When I tried to confront her about it, all she said was that she was afraid of getting involved with a man with mafia ties. I couldn’t blame her, so I didn’t push. We still t
alked and joked while we did my rehab, but we didn’t sleep together again.

  It wasn’t like I didn’t try. After I left her apartment that day, I figured we’d be doing that more often. But when I texted her the next night after work, inviting her over to my place, she didn’t even bother to answer. She had some lame excuse about her phone dying the next day, but I’d gotten the hint.

  Maybe she didn’t hate me, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to take this to the next level.

  That was fine by me. I could wait a little bit longer if that was what she needed. I understood that what had happened between us was intense, and she’d need a little bit of space to process it. I wasn’t going to force her to do something she didn’t want to do.

  I needed her to give herself over to me willingly.

  The days passed like that, and I felt like we were in a holding pattern. My money issue wasn’t solving itself, and the next game was fast approaching. If I lost another big bet, I was going to be in a pretty deep hole that not even a paycheck could cover.

  Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining and the weather was gorgeous as the team stepped onto our home field. I wasn’t dressed to play, so I was stuck over on the sidelines with the coaches and the support staff.

  I hated being benched. I knew it was only to let my knee heal, but I still couldn’t stand it. I watched Kennings warm up, and he looked pretty good. He had never been a starter and had bounced around between teams for years, but he was a solid performer. He wasn’t a young guy anymore, though.

  Still, guys had breakout years all the time. All they needed was one opportunity and one good game to really get out there and do something. Just because he’d never done it before didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make something happen now.

  And there I was on the sidelines, totally helpless. It was an awful fucking feeling. My career was at stake, and a lot of money was riding on my team’s performance, and I was as useful as any other asshole sitting in the stands and getting wasted.

  The team took the field for the first drive, having opted to receive the ball first. They pushed down the field, with Kennings taking a few decent runs, and ended up kicking a long field goal.

  The rest of the first quarter was surprisingly boring. I had thought it was going to be a blowout for us, but the Browns were putting up a fight. Kennings was running okay, not great, and although that made me feel safe in my job, it made me worry about my fucking money.

  In the second quarter, Kennings broke out a big run. It was a delayed handoff from shotgun, and he managed to pick his way between the defenders to run for thirty yards. That play put my team in position to score on a quick slant passing play over the middle.

  Halftime rolled around, and we headed into the locker room winning ten to nothing. Coach gave some speech about playing tight on defense, about finishing tackles, and about winning close games, but I wasn’t listening.

  I was too busy imagining what would happen if Kennings came out and broke a few more big runs.

  Maybe I was being selfish. Maybe I should have just been excited for my team to win.

  But fuck that. This was my job. If I lost my spot, I may never regain it again.

  The team cleared out of the locker room, and I found myself alone. I could hear the roar of the crowd as I leaned back against a locker, staring up at the ceiling. I didn’t want to go back out there, but I knew I couldn’t just hide like a fucking baby.

  “Hey.”

  I looked up. “Hey.”

  Taylor smiled at me. “Can I sit?”

  “Sure.”

  She sat down next to me. “I bet this is hard.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Not fun watching someone else do your job.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  “He sucks, though.”

  I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “He’s playing fine.”

  “No, he’s not. He hasn’t broken a single tackle all game. That one lucky run aside, he’s basically grinding for three yards per carry. His stats aren’t good.”

  “That’s a good point.”

  “He doesn’t look like you do on the field, either.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You just look . . .” She trailed off, trying to find the words.

  “Handsome? Sexy?”

  “In control.”

  “I’d prefer handsome, but I’ll take that.”

  “Kennings looks like a lost little kid trying his best. You look like you belong on that field.”

  I nodded at her. “Thanks.”

  “I mean it. I’m not just saying it because, you know.”

  “I know what?”

  “Because we’re doing whatever it is we’re doing.”

  I laughed again, shaking my head. “What are we doing, Taylor?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “One second you want me to take you, and the next you’re holding me at a distance.”

  She looked away. “I’m just scared.”

  “I know you are. But what are you scared of?”

  “The mafia.”

  “I don’t think that’s it.”

  She stood up. “No? So it’s totally unreasonable for me to be afraid of the mafia?”

  “I didn’t say that. I just don’t think the mafia is the real issue.”

  “Go ahead and tell me then, Owen, since you know me so well.”

  “Okay.” I stood up and stepped toward her. “I think you’re afraid of me.”

  “I’m not afraid of you.”

  “I think you are. Or maybe you’re afraid of yourself when you’re around me. I’m not sure there’s a difference.”

  “You think I’m out of control around you?”

  “You think that.”

  “No. You’re so damn arrogant.”

  “Maybe, but I’m right.”

  “Listen to me, Owen,” Taylor said, looking back at me angrily. “You don’t know everything. Things between us are so messed up.”

  “So why are you here then?”

  “Because . . .” She shook her head. “I don’t even know.”

  “Because you can’t help yourself. You want to be around me.”

  “Asshole.”

  I stood up and walked toward her. She looked away, and I could tell she was nearly shaking with rage.

  Or maybe it was desire. I couldn’t tell the difference when it came to her.

  “There’s something about me that you want. We both feel it.”

  “We should get back out there.”

  “Maybe. Admit that you can’t stay away.”

  She looked at me and sighed. “Fine. Will that make you stop?”

  “No, but it’ll help.”

  She cracked a small smile. “Come on, asshole.”

  I smiled as I followed her back down the long hall and out onto the field. The next half hadn’t started yet, but it was coming. We headed over to the sideline, and she went to rejoin the training staff. She gave me a quick nod as I stood next to the running back coach.

  I felt like I understood her, but she was constantly changing her mind. One second I had her, and the next she was drifting away. I knew things wouldn’t be this complicated if we didn’t work together and if she had never found out about the mafia, but there was no changing reality. This was the situation we were in, and we needed to figure it out.

  As I stood there and watched the second half kickoff, I knew that I was going to make it work. Maybe she was going to keep running from me, but I’d catch her eventually. It helped that she was drawn to me and couldn’t stop herself, even when she wanted to.

  The second half started a lot like the first one. We stopped the Browns on four plays, and then we got the ball back. We slowly drove down the field and made it within twenty yards of the end zone.

  It was a routine play. The QB was under center and Kennings was lined up behind him. The QB took the snap, dropped back, and handed it off to Kennings.

  But something went wrong. Kennings didn’t
get a good hold of the ball for whatever reason, and when the defensive linebacker burst through the line and tackled Kennings hard, he knocked the ball free.

  For a short moment, anyone could have gotten it. Guys scrambled for the ball, trying to grab it. But in the end, one of the defensive lineman for the Browns fell on it, and it was officially ruled a turnover.

  Kennings had fumbled the ball in the red zone. We were still winning ten to nothing, but we had just missed out on a huge opportunity.

  I looked over at him as he came over to the sidelines. He looked pissed, angrier than I’d ever seen him. Part of me was rejoicing in this moment, but I knew I had to do something.

  I pushed through the crowd of guys and grabbed onto his shoulder pads. “Kennings,” I said.

  “What, Owen?”

  “Don’t be a fucking pussy, man.”

  “What?” He seemed shocked.

  “Use this anger. You’re running hard. Run fucking harder. Get back on that field and make those fucking pussies pay for what they did.”

  He stared at me for a second and then nodded. “Thanks.”

  I slapped his helmet and then walked off.

  In a lot of ways, Kennings was my competition, but I couldn’t let him lose this game. Even if I hadn’t had money on it, I would have given him a pep talk. He needed it, and I knew it would have more weight coming from someone who didn’t really want him to succeed.

  As I got back in my spot on the sidelines, I knew that the game was still hanging in the balance. Anything could happen, and it could go either way.

  I looked back toward the stands, and for a second, I could have sworn I saw Tony standing there, grinning at me. My heart started beating hard, and I had the urge to climb up there and beat the fuck out of him.

  But it wasn’t him. It was just some drunk fan who looked like him.

  I turned back toward the field, my stomach a knotted mess.

  25

  Taylor

  I could feel the palpable energy of the crowd behind me as the next half progressed. I could feel the crowd’s energy, and it reminded me of why I loved the game.

  There was something magical about so many people packed together to watch a sport. It was almost beautiful in its frenzy of motion and excitement. I could smell the turf and practically taste the grass and the wind as I stood down on the sidelines.