by B. B. Hamel
“No,” she moans. “I don’t want to get caught.”
“You shouldn’t let me fuck your tight little pussy out in the open then, you dirty girl. I think you do want to get caught. You want everyone to see what a dirty girl you are, letting your new Daddy fuck your tight cunt right here in the woods.”
“Oh, shit,” she moans as I slam myself into her. “How do you do this to me?” she asks, pulling back and looking into my eyes.
I grin and bite her lower lip. “I’m just giving you what you want, what you really want.”
I begin to fuck her faster, sliding in and out of her slick pussy. Desire and pleasure roll through me in waves and her whole body gets into it, finally softening to me, becoming mine completely. I can tell her defenses are totally down and she’s all mine in this moment without another thought or hesitation.
I need to come in this little pussy. I lower her back down to the ground, slide myself out, grab her hips, and turn her. She spreads her legs nice and wide for me, hands braced on the tree, as I press myself deep inside.
I love her round little ass. I give it a rough slap, making her moan. I pin her hands to the tree with one hand, slapping her ass with the other as I fuck her, sliding in and out.
“God, I love the sound of my palm against your ass,” I say to her. “Do you like that pain? Do you like when Daddy spanks your ass?”
“Yes,” she moans, throaty and low. “God yes, Lucas. Keep going.”
I can sense how close she’s getting. I fuck her faster, pumping into her tight little cunt with a fever I didn’t know I had. I’m completely lost in the moment, practically drowning in pure pleasure as my cock slams into her repeatedly, pinning her against the tree.
She’s mine to command and control, and now I want to feel her pussy come. I want to hear her moans, feel her body tense and tighten as I slam into her pussy. I fuck her hard, unrelenting, as I slap her ass again and pull her hair.
I reach my other hand around, releasing her wrists from the tree, and begin to work her clit. I want to get her there, push her over the edge, and I know she’s close. I know all she needs is a nudge, and she’ll go tumbling.
I start to work her clit softly, fucking her deep and hard. Her moans start to get looser, deeper, and louder. She’s losing her inhibitions completely, and I’m not stopping. I’m not holding back. I fuck her faster and deeper, getting myself buried in her tight little cunt, as I work her clit from behind. I lean forward and press my lips against her ear.
“Come for me,” I say. “Come on this fat cock right here in the woods, where anybody can see us. Come for me.”
She moans, head tipped back. Her fingers dig into the tree bark, white with strain, and I know she’s there. Two more strokes and her whole body is tensing, moans escaping her lips.
“Lucas,” she groans, over and over and over, and I know she’s coming. I fuck her faster, working her, pushing her further into the orgasm. I grab her hair and give her just a little bit of pain to make the pleasure that more stronger.
She’s so fucking sexy. The way she moves, the way her muscles tense as she comes, her moans deep and low. Everything about her makes me absolutely wild with desire and need as I keep fucking her, deep and thorough.
Her orgasm slowly passes, but she doesn’t pull back. In fact, she doubles her own efforts. She looks over her shoulder at me and starts to buck her back against me, sliding her pussy along my cock, slamming her ass against me.
“Come inside of my pussy,” she says. “I want to feel it.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, my mind a total blank.
“Go ahead, Daddy. Fill my little pussy.”
I lose it at that. I can’t stand it anymore. I fuck her like a goddamn animal, like a fucking savage beast, ripping into her little pussy. The orgasm blows through me like napalm, like a fucking grenade, exploding through my nervous system. I groan and pump deep into her pussy, coming inside of her, filling her up with my hot cum.
Slowly I pull back as my orgasm ends. We’re both sweating from the work as we collapse onto the blanket, rolling into the cool shade of the tree. She puts her head on my chest and neither of us make any effort to get dressed, though we probably should.
“That was…” She trails off.
“Right,” I say. “It was really, really right.”
“Exactly.” She smiles up at me and kisses me softly on the lips.
I hold her like that in my arms, glowing, spinning from the orgasm. I didn’t come here expecting this to happen, but now that it has, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Of course I fucked Mia, made her come, made her call me Daddy. Of course I did. That’s just the right thing.
I grin to myself stupidly and hope she doesn’t notice. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s absolutely crazy. I can’t help myself, though. She’s so goddamn sexy, fucking gorgeous, and such a good person. I want her, want so much more of her, and I know I’ll have it.
We lay like that for a while, her head against my chest, both of us enjoying the sunlight and the day.
16
Mia
I’ve never felt like that before in my entire life.
It wasn’t my first time. I’ve been intimate with men before. But it was my first time with a man like Lucas, and it didn’t disappoint me.
I can’t believe I did that right out in the open like that. I’m normally much more reserved about sex, but apparently Lucas brings a side out of me that I didn’t even know I had. He made me feel something I thought was impossible, or at least impossible for me.
I have to bite my lip every time I think about calling him Daddy. I’m not normally into that sort of thing, but for some reason it’s really hot with Lucas. He’s older than me, for one, and he is a father. He has this way about him, totally controlling and dominating, and it just pushes my buttons in ways that I never even considered.
For the rest of the day, I just keep thinking about Lucas. He has to head back to work after a little bit, and we part ways back at the office, but my mind is still totally on him as I kill the rest of the day at work.
I’m still thinking about him as I head home. I relieve the nurse and take over from her, going through my usual routine with my father. I feel like I’m singing the whole time, with a big smile on my face. It’s like the sex hasn’t completely worn off, and I’m floating, still so happy and excited.
I don’t think about Caleb or anything else. It just doesn’t occur to me. The only thing I can focus on is Lucas and his body, his thick cock, his taste, the way he feels against me, the way he makes my body feel. I didn’t know I liked the thrill of getting caught in public, but apparently I do.
I have a palm print on my ass and an ache in my pussy, but even that slight pain just makes me smile because it reminds me of Lucas.
About halfway through feeding my father dinner, there’s a knock at the door. For some stupid reason, a thrill jumps through me, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s Lucas. Maybe he came to surprise me again.
“I’ll be back in a second,” I say to my dad, and for a second he looks at me. I smile at him, hold his hand, and then head to the front door.
I pull it open, a smile on my face, warmth in my heart, excitement in my body.
Caleb Carter smiles back at me.
It hits me like a brick in the face. He’s standing there, grinning at me, wearing a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt. I’m at a total loss for words.
“Hey, Mia,” he says. “You look nice.”
“Caleb,” I stutter. “What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to check on my girl.” His smile gives me the creeps. “Are you going to invite me inside?
I glance back at my father. “No,” I say, and step out onto the porch. I shut the door behind me.
That doesn’t faze Caleb. “I haven’t heard from you,” he says. “Jordan told me you called her, but she’s been pretty busy lately, you know?”
His grin doesn’t change, but I know w
hat that means. My worst fears were right: Jordan is avoiding me because of the Carters.
“What did you tell her?” I ask him, eyes narrowing.
“Oh, nothing,” he says. “Just that you’ve been talking shit about her. And that you and I are seeing each other, of course.”
I want to strangle him. I seriously consider it. “Neither of those things are true,” I say flatly, trying to control my rage.
“Maybe,” he says, shrugging. “But she’s so into me she’ll believe anything I say.”
“You fucking asshole,” I blurt out.
He laughs a little bit. “There you go again, getting mad. I don’t understand you, Mia.”
“You’re blackmailing me and trying to ruin my life,” I hiss at him.
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Help me? Help how, by getting rid of my only friend?”
He shrugs a little. “Obviously she’s not a great friend if she believes me when I tell her these things. She should see through me.”
His smile is so disgusting that I want to almost puke. But he does have a point. Jordan should know that I’m not talking shit about her and I don’t really understand why she wouldn’t. But it doesn’t matter. Right now, all I want is to get this guy off my porch and out of my life.
“Can you just leave me alone?” I ask him.
“That’s not how this works,” he says softly. “I’m going to destroy the preserve, you know. I’m not lying about that.”
“I know you’re not.” I speak through clenched teeth.
“So come on, you love that place. All you have to do is date me. I can make your life easier.”
“I don’t want you,” I say to him bluntly. “Don’t you get it? I think you’re sleazy. I think you’re gross. I don’t want to be with you.”
He watches me for a second and his smile falters, just a little bit. He looks like he practices that smile, like it’s something he has to work on. Actually, the more I look at it, the more I start thinking that it’s the kind of smile an alien would do trying to fit in with normal people.
“You don’t mean that,” he says.
“I really—“
“No,” he says forcefully, stepping toward me.
A spike of adrenaline hits me and I step away, backing against the door. My right hand searches for the knob and I look around, hoping my neighbors are outside, but we’re alone.
His eyes drill into mine. “Listen carefully,” he says. “If you date me, I will make your life easier. If you agree to go out with me, I won’t destroy the preserve. And I’ll make sure all of your father’s medical bills are paid.”
I pause, surprised. “What?” I ask him, taken aback.
“His bills are expensive, right? You can barely afford the nurse, I bet. That sort of care costs a lot. How long can you handle it? And what about when he gets even worse and you can’t handle it anymore?” He leans closer to me, his breath stinking, his eyes wide, that grin plastered on his mouth. “I’m offering you freedom,” he says, almost a whisper. “Nurses to take care of your father around the clock, the perfect level of constant care that he needs, all for free. All you have to do is date me.”
I stare back at him, not sure what to say. It’s true that we’re stretched tight around my house. I don’t really make much at the preserve and my dad’s benefits just barely pay for his medical bills. If anything went wrong, we’d probably have to go into serious debt.
Caleb is disgusting. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s just trying to manipulate me. He doesn’t care about my father and me. This offer is just one way to break past my defenses and to get at me.
And it’s working.
God, it makes me want to puke, but it’s working.
“How?” I ask him.
“Don’t worry about how. My father will take care of it. You just nod your head yes, and it’ll all be taken care of.”
“That simple?” I ask him, eyes wide.
“That simple.” He reaches for my hand and takes it. I feel like fire ants are biting at my skin.
All I have to do is date him. It’s not that hard. My father will be taken care of for life, and I won’t have to worry all day and night about him anymore. I won’t be free, of course, I’d be trapped in a new kind of nightmare, but at least my father will be taken care of. He’ll be safe and happy and secure. Money won’t be an issue.
And the preserve will be saved, of course. That beautiful place will still be there. All I have to do is say yes, give in to Caleb, let this monster have me. I’m not so special, I don’t deserve anything great. At least this way I’m doing something good for my father and for the community.
“One more thing,” he says. “If you agree, you can never see Lucas Baker again.”
I bite my lip, looking away. If I say yes, Lucas will hate me anyway. After everything Caleb has done, all of the creepy stuff, my anger toward him, the fight, everything, if I agree to this, Lucas will despise me. I won’t have to worry about talking to him anymore.
He couldn’t understand. There’s just no way he could. He hasn’t lived with my father for as long as I have, sacrificed so much, tried so hard, and always been one step behind. We’re okay right now, but we won’t be forever, and this is one way I can make sure that my father is taken care of.
I don’t want this. I don’t want it at all. But I’m trapped by this rich bastard, this fake smiling rich bastard that I hate so much. He has me and he knows it.
I look down at the ground. I can’t look Caleb in the eyes.
“Okay,” I say in a small, soft voice, nodding my head.
“Good.” He releases my hand and steps away. Slowly, I look up. He smiles at me. “You made the right choice. Your father will thank you.” He grins again and turns away, heading back toward his car.
My father won’t thank me. He can’t thank me. Nobody is going to thank me, and Lucas is going to hate me. I already hate myself.
But my father will be taken care of. The preserve will be saved. I just have to somehow learn to live with this.
I watch as Caleb gets into his car and drives away, waiting for him to get out of sight before breaking down into tears and sobbing on my front porch.
17
Lucas
It’s a beautiful day in the park and I feel pretty fucking good.
The sun is shining, the air is cool, and my baby seems pretty happy as I carry him strapped to my chest in one of those baby Bjorn things. He has a big floppy hat to protect him from the sun and he seems pretty content looking out over the landscape as we hike.
I’ve never brought Noah outside like this, at least not on a hike before. I wasn’t sure how he’d do, so I have a backpack with all of the necessities strapped over my shoulders. I’m carrying like an extra fifty pounds in baby stuff plus a baby, but that’s nothing compared to what I used to carry with me when I was a SEAL.
Part of me expected to run into Mia, and I’d be lying if that weren’t a big reason why I decided to take Noah to the preserve. Alice gave me the day off for some reason, I think just to reward me for finally finding a woman worth pursuing. It’s a little weird but I’m not complaining.
I don’t see Mia at the front office. There’s an older guy working the visitor’s desk, probably a volunteer, but I don’t bother asking him where Mia’s hiding. I don’t want to look like a crazy stalker. Plus, she’s probably busy at work.
So I just go on a hike with my son. Although he’s still my focus right now, I can’t help but think about Mia. That afternoon by the lake, fucking her up against that tree, it was incredible. I’ve been with a fair number of women in my life, fucked and left plenty of them, but I’ve never experienced what I did that afternoon. I’ve never felt so strongly about someone before, never felt such intense desire and pleasure.
The girl is built for it. Her tight little pussy is soaking wet and delicious. I can’t believe how gorgeous she is, even though I didn’t get to fully undress her. And she loves what I can
do to her. She gets off on fucking in public, which probably isn’t something she even realized.
And she called me Daddy. I can’t help but think about that as I round a bend and we spot the stream ahead.
When she called me Daddy, it felt like my whole world fucking expanded and then contracted. It went from the size of the universe down to this single person, just Mia, only her. I knew in that moment that I couldn’t do anything but have her. I had to make her feel the same way, had to get her off and make her come. I needed to feel her body shudder against mine, her skin sliding gently against mine, her lips soft and wet as I bit them gently, smirking against her neck.
That’s what I fucking live for. It’s that feeling, that fucking rush. I used to get it on the battlefield, and ever since I moved back home and became a civilian, I’ve been craving it. Because I’m a father now, I haven’t been able to seek it out in destructive ways, which is a good thing. A lot of guys I know would start taking drugs or fucking random women just to get a taste of that excitement again. It’s normally a pale shadow of that feeling you get on the battlefield, but at least it’s something.
With Mia, I felt it all. Everything came rushing back, every intense feeling, every powerful emotion. Fear, desire, love, it all mingled inside of me as I fucked her there out in the open.
“What do you think, little guy?” I ask Noah as we walk along the stream’s bank. “Pretty, right?”
He gurgles at me and I smile. He reaches his hands out and I let him grab a low, thin tree branch.
“Tree,” I say.
“Trughhee,” he answers.
I laugh, surprised. It was actually pretty close, though still that garbled baby speak.
“Good job, bud,” I say. “That’s a stream. That’s a rock. This is dirt.” I point at all the things and he laughs, clearly enjoying himself.
Noah is a pretty easy kid, but I’m actually surprised at how good he’s being. I start walking again, pointing at everything I see and saying the word to him. I want to explain it all, describe the world so that he can understand.