Your Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “I’ll see you soon, sweetie,” he said.

  I nodded and moved to my mom, hugging her.

  When I was finished, they moved away from the car. I could see the fear in their eyes, but I couldn’t let it get to me. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down.

  I’d seen what could happen to us. I’d seen what Emory had had to do as he ran the knife across that man’s throat.

  We got into the car, he roared the engine to life, and we sped off.

  Emory

  As I drove back toward the hotel, my adrenaline seethed through my veins, lighting me on fire.

  I kept seeing my blade running across that fucking scumbag’s throat in my mind’s eye again and again. He could have done some serious fucking damage with that rifle, but I was better, faster. The men had training—I was sure of that now—but not enough.

  I wasn’t sure how they got in. But as soon as I heard the distinctive click of an ammo clip being shoved into a rifle’s body, I knew what was happening. I’d moved downstairs fast, sneaking through their sight lines, and taken them off one by one.

  And the damn girl didn’t stay in the nursery like I told her to. That made me angry that she’d put herself in danger. She almost got herself killed, but fortunately I got the drop on that guy.

  She saw the truth though. She saw what was really happening, and she couldn’t deny it anymore.

  The Network was here, and they were fucking serious.

  I headed back toward the hotel. I could see the exhaustion rolling off Tara’s body.

  “We’re going to stay at the hotel for today,” I said. “We’ll leave tonight.”

  “What? Why?”

  “They’ll expect us to leave soon,” I said. “We’re going to throw them off our trail. Travis is already running counter-surveillance for us, so hopefully he can trip Omar enough that we can get away cleanly.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means we’re going to hold tight and make a run for it when it gets dark out.”

  “Okay,” she said softly. “You’re the expert here.”

  We were silent for a few minutes as I drove fast back toward the parking lot. I pulled in and found a spot near the back of the lot, close to the emergency exit. I killed the engine and turned to her.

  “I need to say something.”

  “Okay.” Her mouth was slightly open, and she looked so fucking sexy.

  “You need to listen to me,” I said. “From now on. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to hide, you hide. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she said. “I will.”

  “Good.” I opened my door. “Come on. Bring only what you need for the next few hours.”

  She got out and grabbed Mason and a single bag. I took the bag and Mason from her, and we headed back inside.

  I couldn’t begin to guess what was happening inside her head. She’d just witnessed three men getting killed, which wasn’t something many people saw in their life. At least Mason wasn’t old enough to ever remember any of this.

  We got inside the hotel and up to the room. I unlocked it and we went inside.

  The place was just as I left it. I’d doubted that Omar would make a move on the hotel room, and I was right. I placed Mason down still in his car seat on the couch and looked at Tara.

  “Come on,” I said. “You should have a drink.”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I’m still on edge.”

  “It’ll calm you down.” I went over to the bar and poured two glasses of whisky. “Drink.”

  She took it and sipped and then made a face. “I’m not a fan.”

  “Doesn’t matter.” I knocked mine back. “Drink.”

  She drank it and shook her head, making a face. “Ugh, man, that’s gross.”

  “You get used to it.”

  “Not sure I want to.” She handed me the glass. I put hers down and poured myself another.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her.

  “I guess. As okay as I can be.”

  “You did good.”

  “I thought you were pissed that I disobeyed your orders.”

  I smirked at her. “I want you to obey me, but I’m just happy you got through it.”

  “I’m obeying your orders when it comes to our lives,” she clarified, “and that’s it.”

  “Oh, we’ll see about that, princess. I’m sure you’ll be begging for more orders soon enough.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “When that skin is under my tongue, sweating and moaning, you’ll do what I say and you’ll beg for more.”

  She gaped at me for a second and then shook her head. “I’m going to try and get Mason down for a nap.”

  “Think you can?”

  “He normally naps around now, so we’ll see.”

  She walked hurried over to him, pulled him from the car seat, and carried him back into the bedroom.

  I watched her go, grinning slightly to myself. There was nothing I wanted more after killing a man than pussy, and from the way she had just looked at me, I suspected she was thinking the same thing

  After a second glass of whisky and about a half hour, she emerged from the bedroom.

  “How is he?” I asked.

  She sat down next to me, legs curled underneath her. “Asleep finally.”

  “Seems like a good kid.”

  “Yeah, he is pretty good.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I’m just afraid of what this will do to him.”

  “Nothing,” I said. “Nothing will happen to him. I promise.”

  She bit her lip, looking at me. I felt my blood pulse hard in my veins. “How can you say that after today?”

  “They got lucky,” I said softly, “but you saw what I’m capable of.” I moved closer to her on the couch. “I won’t let any lesser man touch you or Mason. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Emory,” she said, matching my tone. “I’m afraid.”

  “Of course you are. You’d be insane not to be.”

  “But I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

  I grinned at her. “It’s because you know what I can do.” I felt my cock hardening as I stared at her lips.

  “You don’t sound like you’re talking about fighting anymore,” she said.

  “I’m not. You know what I can do to your body. You trust me because you know I can have complete control.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You know.” I moved closer to her, our faces inches apart.

  “Make me understand.”

  I reached out and took her hair gently and tipped her head back. She gasped as I kissed her neck. “I can make you do a lot of things, princess.”

  “Prove it, Emory.”

  I pressed my lips hard against her mouth, kissing her deep and rough. She gave in to me right away, kissing me back, wrapping her arms around me. I held her hair as I kissed her, my whole body tingling and lightning hot, my cock hard as fuck and straining to get out of my pants.

  “We have to be quiet,” she said as I kissed her neck again, my hands roaming her body.

  “Tell yourself that,” I said. “You’re the one that’s going to be moaning my name.”

  “Emory,” she gasped as I kissed her neck, my hands slipping down between her legs.

  “Exactly, princess. Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this pussy for so long.” I rubbed her over her shorts and she tensed her arms.

  “Is this a good idea?” she asked.

  “This is the best idea I’ve ever had.” I rocked back and kissed her hard again. She pressed her body against mine, moving her hips against my hand as I worked her.

  I pulled back and quickly unbuttoned her shorts and then pulled them off. I loved the way they slid over her legs, revealing these fucking sexy panties. I got her shorts off and then pressed myself against her, my hand working her soaking, useless panties.

  “Shit,” she gasped. “I’m so fucking wet.”

  “You’re damn right you are.” I pr
essed my hand underneath her panties, finding her soaked clit. “Absolutely dripping fucking wet. I knew you were practically begging for my cock.”

  I began to work her clit, moving in soft circles as she moaned into my mouth. We kissed like that, tongues touching, fire lancing down my veins, my cock hard as fuck as I worked her clit with my skilled hands.

  She moved her hips against me, clearly losing herself. Every fucking move she made drove me wild, made me harder. She had no fucking clue how sexy she was with every moan, every motion. I pressed my fingers deep inside her and she tipped her head back.

  “Oh fuck, Emory,” she gasped. I kissed down her neck and throat. “How do you make me feel so good?”

  “You have a body built for fucking sex,” I whispered. “This tight, wet cunt is begging for it. You just needed a man who knew what he was doing.”

  I moved my hands out and quickly pulled off her shirt. She threw herself at me, kissing me hard. Her hands fumbled with my belt, pulling it open. She pulled my jeans open and I helped her pull them off.

  She pressed herself on top of me, straddling me on the couch, her soaking cunt rubbing up against my fucking hard cock as she kissed me. She moaned, working her hips, rolling herself along my hard length. I grabbed her full ass and slapped it, loving that sweet thing. I reached around and pressed my hand down her panties again, finding her clit, and began to work her.

  She kissed me harder, moaning as I worked her. She moved her hips in time to my hands while she gripped the back of the couch. I kissed down her neck and unhooked her bra with my free hand.

  “I remember,” I said softly, “how incredible you taste. Do you remember?”

  “How could I forget?”

  I grabbed her hips and pushed her off me, laying her down along the couch. I grinned up at her as I slid her panties off, revealing that perfect little pussy.

  “Fuck,” I said. “Spread those legs, girl. I want that cunt. I want to suck that clit until you can’t think.”

  “Emory,” she gaped as I pressed her legs open and began to lick her pussy bottom to top.

  I began to suck and lick her clit, working her with my tongue, loving the taste of her cunt. Every inch of her drove me wild as I reached up and felt her breasts. She pulled her bra off and tossed it onto the floor as I teased her nipples and slipped my tongue inside her.

  “Oh my god, Emory,” she moaned. “Holy shit. I don’t know how you make me feel this way.”

  I smirked as I kept eating her and moved one hand down to slip a finger deep inside her. I sucked and licked her clit like that, pushing it deep inside her. Tara’s whole body tensed and writhed as I worked her.

  It made my cock fucking hard as hell watching her body get worked and fucked like that. She loved it and could barely hold herself back as she said my name over and over again.

  I slowly licked her whole length, bottom to top, and then sucked her clit. She groaned, feeling her breasts, and I pulled back.

  “Emory,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

  “Fuck, I want that pussy, girl,” I said, fire flowing through my brain.

  I stood and she sat up. I grabbed a condom from the wallet in my jeans as she got onto her knees in front of me and slowly pulled my boxer-briefs down.

  “Fuck, nothing sexier than you down on your knees in front of me,” I said. “You like that fucking cock, girl?”

  She took my thick cock in her hand, slowly stroking it, biting her lip. “I forgot how big you are,” she said. “I can’t believe you fit this in me last time.”

  “Let’s see how much you can fit in that pretty mouth of yours.”

  She smiled and slowly pressed it between her lips. I groaned as she started to suck me like that, her other hand stroking my shaft. She could barely fit my big cock between her lips, but she wanted it anyway.

  I reached down and teased her nipples, felt her breasts, as she sucked my cock. She worked it hard, her lips working and working, her tongue rolling around my tip.

  “You can barely take it,” I grunted. “Come on, girl, suck that fucking cock.”

  She moaned as I pressed it deeper into her mouth and throat, taking more of me. She sucked me harder and deeper, letting it roll down her throat, and I pressed her down with my hands. I fucking loved that pretty mouth sucking my cock, letting me fuck her face like a bad fucking girl.

  She moaned as she sucked my cock, and that drove me absolutely fucking crazy. I pressed her down, letting my cock fill her mouth and throat, and she took it, moaning the whole time.

  I pressed her back and loved the line of spit running from her lips to my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore, though. I couldn’t hold myself back from her. I needed that fucking cunt, needed it fucking badly.

  I pressed her back, practically throwing her onto the couch. I ripped open the condom as she watched me, this starving look on her face. I rolled it down along my cock and then opened her legs nice and wide, letting my cock press against her tight pussy.

  “Fuck me, Emory,” she whispered, and I grinned at her.

  “Say please.”

  “Oh god. Please, Emory. Please fuck me.”

  I pressed my cock deep inside her, slowly filling her to the brim.

  “Oh fuck,” she said, and I felt her fingernails dig into my back. That only made me fucking harder. “Oh my god, I don’t know how you do it.”

  I slowly began to slide in and out of her pussy. She was so wet, absolutely fucking soaked, and she took my cock like she was built for it. I reached up and took a handful of her hair, tipping her head back and kissing her neck as I fucked her deep and slow.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this cunt,” I said. “Been fucking dreaming about this tight, wet pussy. God, you take my cock like we were built for each other.”

  I slowly thrust into her, fucking her deep. She was moaning but trying to stay quiet, clearly not wanting to wake Mason up. But I didn’t give a fuck about that anymore. All I wanted was her tight little cunt, her delicious fucking pussy. My whole body was vibrating for her, buzzing for her. I felt like a lightning bolt looking for a place to strike.

  I began to thrust deeper and harder into her, making her take my whole cock. I watched her face as I fucked her deep and hard, loving how she was trying so hard not to fucking moan. I put one hand over her lips.

  “Go ahead, girl, say my fucking name. Scream it while I fuck this cunt,” I said.

  I began to fuck her harder, and I could feel her moaning into my palm. I used my free hand to keep her legs spread nice and wide as I fucked her deep, her pussy taking my cock deep. She was so fucking wet, I just slid in and out like it was nothing, her pussy gripping my dick so hard.

  I rocked in and out of her like that, fucking her deep. I loved the way she moaned into my hand, her whole body rocking against mine, working my cock deep between her legs.

  I pulled back and grabbed her hips. I lifted her up and turned her around. She gasped as I spread her legs and pushed her face down against the couch’s armrest. She held the edge of the couch as I teased her pussy with my fingers.

  “Fuck I love this ass,” I said. “This tight cunt. I want to fill you up, come deep inside your pussy.”

  “Fuck me, Emory,” she gasped. “Oh god I can’t take the teasing anymore. I’m so close. I need it.”

  I grinned and grabbed her hips.

  My cock slid deep inside her like it was nothing. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her from behind like that, fucking her into the couch. She pressed her face against a pillow, moaning into it.

  I could hear her saying my name over and over as I fucked her. I was done taking it easy on this fucking cunt. I wanted to ravage her, fuck her hard and rough, make her forget her own fucking name. My cock slammed into her and I slapped that thick ass, loving the sound of skin on skin. My cock fucked that cunt deep and hard, and she rocked her hips back, greedy for my every inch.

  I reached around her legs and began to rub her clit as I fucked her. I wanted to see her come, w
anted to see her moan. Little beads of sweat rolled down our bodies as we worked together, my cock thrusting deep inside her, my fingers working that swollen clit.

  All thoughts of what had happened earlier in the day were gone. The only thing on my mind was her pussy, her delicious fucking cunt. Her hips drove me insane as her ass backed up against my cock, working it, rolling it. I thrust deep into her, skin against skin, my hand working her clit.

  Fire flowed through my mind and veins. She was moaning freely and loudly into the pillow, saying my name over and over.

  I kept at it, working that clit, fucking her hard and deep. I began to fuck her savagely, taking her pussy, making it fucking mine. She tipped her head back, gasping, and her hand reached back to grab mine.

  “Keep going,” she begged. “Keep going. I’m close. Oh shit I’m so close.”

  She grabbed at my hand desperately as I fucked her, keeping up my pace, her hips matching my rhythm, rolling and rocking against my thrusts. She was tensing, on the point of a needle, ready to tip off over the edge. I could see it written on every inch of her body, every fucking muscle poised and ready, as I slammed and fucked her tight pussy roughly.

  And then she tipped over. She grabbed my hand and pressed her face down, moaning, losing herself as she came. Every muscle tensed and I pulled her hips tighter against me, fucking her deep and rough, not letting up. I fucked her through her orgasm, working that body beyond anything she’d ever known before.

  And watching her fucking perfect body, drenched in sweat and tense from coming, it pushed me over the edge. It drove me fucking wild as I fucked her rough and deep, taking that cunt, making her mine.

  I came deep inside her. I exploded into her little pussy, filling her to the brim. I groaned, my mind blank with incredible pleasure, joy, and more rocking along my skin, rolling through my body.

  We came together like that, her body tensing and tensing, my cum filling that tight pussy. For a moment there was only fucking bliss and nothing else.

  And slowly, so fucking slowly, the orgasm began to fade. We collapsed onto the couch together, breathing deeply, sweating freely.