Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Lucas is so handsome, I can barely breathe. I let him pull my small body against his large, muscular frame. He kisses me deeply, and I know what I want.

  I don’t think. I drop to my knees, looking up at him as I fumble with his belt. He smirks at me, his hands in my hair.

  “You’re impatient,” he says.

  I don’t respond. I finish taking off his belt and I tug his jeans and boxer briefs down, revealing his hard cock. “You look impatient, too,” I say, taking him in my hand.

  He smirks at me and leans forward. He tips my head back and kisses me long and deep. “If you want this fucking cock, you better say what I want to hear,” he whispers.

  “You’re my Daddy.” I stare into his eyes and we both know it’s true.

  “That’s right. You’re mine. This tight cunt is mine. Your perfect lips are mine. Everything about you is mine. I’ll take care of you, make you feel good.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say, slowly beginning to stroke him.

  I lean forward and take his cock between my lips. I start to suck him as best I can, but he’s so big that he barely fits into my mouth. I slowly slide down his shaft, tasting him, and he presses me down further.

  I suppress a gag as he slides into my throat. I can’t believe I’m able to take so much of him into my mouth. I start to suck him faster, his hands on the back of my head, controlling me, pulling my hair. I’m soaking wet at this point and totally mindless. The only thing I can think of is his cock between my lips and how badly I want to keep sucking him dry.

  I work up and down his shaft, moving faster. He grunts and groans softly which only encourages me more.

  “Spread those legs,” he says. “I want to watch you touch your little pussy while you suck on my cock.”

  I moan as I do as he commands. I spread my legs and slide my hand down the front of my shorts. I begin to play with myself, rubbing my wet clit in circles as I suck him. Pleasure rocks through me, and I can’t believe I’m doing this for him, but it feels so natural and good.

  “That’s right, touch that pussy for me, you dirty girl,” he says. “I’m your fucking Daddy now, and you do as Daddy says.”

  I moan with his cock between my lips. It comes out as a stifled noise as he presses my mouth down further, sliding into my throat again. He starts to fuck my face like that, cock sliding in and out of my lips, pushing deeper into my throat and pulling back. I groan, loving the way he takes me, does what he wants with me. He’s so confident, controlling, and gorgeous. I can’t help it.

  He takes me by the hair suddenly and stands me up. I gasp as he tears my shirt off and kisses my neck. My breasts are bare as he teases my nipples with his tongue and mouth. He moves me over to the couch and pushes me down, spreading my legs wide.

  He drops down to his knees and pulls my shorts and my panties off. I’m totally naked, absolutely exposed, and he pulls his shirt off, too. He’s ripped and covered in tattoos. I don’t get a chance to stare at him long, though, before he drops down between my legs and slowly licks me bottom to top.

  “Delicious,” she says. “Goddamn, girl. Do you know what you fucking do to me?” He spreads my legs wider and presses two fingers deep inside of me. I gasp a little, biting my lip, gripping the cushions.

  “I like every drop of you,” he says. “You’re my fucking girl now.” He starts to suck and lick at my clit as his fingers slide in and out.

  I gasp and stifle my moans, trying to be quiet. We can’t be too loud, because my father is in the other room, but I’m losing my mind from pleasure and I can barely think. I grab Lucas’s hair and grip it tight as he sucks and licks my clit, fucking my pussy with his fingers, working me and pushing me. He’s so strong and commanding, I can barely control myself. I can already feel sweat sliding down my skin and he licks it up, kissing my inner thighs as his fingers slide in and out of me.

  “Do you even understand what you do to me?” he asks, looking up as he slides his fingers inside of me. “Those fucking lips, those perfect tits, everything about you makes me fucking crazy.” He reaches up and takes my hair with his free hand as he presses his fingers deep into me.

  “I’m your fucking Daddy and I’m going to protect you. Understand?”

  “Yes, Lucas,” I moan.

  “No, not Lucas.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I gasp as he pulls my hair harder then kisses my lips. A little pain and a little sweetness. It feels so freaking good I can’t stand it.

  He pulls his fingers back then grabs my hips. He turns me, putting my knees onto the couch, my elbows on the back of it, and spread my legs wide. He grabs my hips and I feel his cock behind me, teasing my pussy, as he grabs my hair.

  “Goddamn, I love this ass, girl,” he says, and then thrusts himself deep inside.

  I gasp, taking him into my pussy. He spreads me, tears me apart, fills me. Pleasure and pain mix in my mind and for a second, I’m not even sure where I am.

  Slowly he starts to thrust into me, his cock sliding easily into my soaking wet pussy. I love the sound of him slapping against my ass. He begins to fuck me harder, holding tight onto my hair.

  “Go ahead, ride that fucking cock,” he says. “Show me how dirty you can be for Daddy.”

  I look over my shoulder then buck back against him, using the couch as leverage. I slam my ass back down along his cock, working my back, jerking my ass long his cock. I take every single inch of him, amazed that my pussy could even handle a cock like his, but it feels so fucking good.

  He slaps my ass, nice and hard. “You love this, you fucking filthy girl,” he says. “You love getting fucked by Daddy. You want me to come on that pretty little face of yours?”

  “Whatever Daddy wants,” I moan, still riding him, sweating with the exertion and loving it.

  He laughs and grabs my hair, pulling it back. “That’s what Daddy wants. I want to come on your pretty little face and watch you lick it up.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “Good. Come on my face, Daddy.”

  He groans and pulls me tight against him. He takes my arms and pulls them behind my back, holding them tight as he fucks me deep in the pussy, ramming hard inside of me. He thrusts like an animal, losing his mind, working my pussy, fucking me hard. I love it, love getting destroyed, love the way the pleasure and the pain mix to make this incredible sensation in every inch of my body.

  It feels like a cold fire moves through my skin. He brings it out of me, everything, all the dirty desires and feelings that I’ve kept bottled up for so long. He makes me feel strong while controlling me.

  He pulls back and takes my hips. He sits down on the couch and pulls me over him, straddling him, his face in my breasts as I slide down along his cock. He fills me so easily, despite his size, and I begin to ride him again.

  He holds my hips, teasing my nipples with his tongue and teeth and lips.

  “You taste fucking perfect,” he says, grabbing my hair with one hand. He slaps my ass with the other. “Ride that cock, girl. Go ahead, ride it, try and make me come.”

  I do as he says, working hard, riding up and down. He groans and slams back into me, thrusting his cock deep between my legs, burying himself in me. I’m losing my mind, lost in pure pleasure as he fucks me deep and hard. Moans escape my lips and I grip the back of the couch as he slams his cock into me, shaking my whole body with his animalistic thrusts.

  I reach down and bite onto his shoulder as he wrecks me. Pleasure rolls down my skin, overloading my mind, and I can barely breathe. He rocks himself into me, slamming his cock deep and hard, and I know I’m close. I can feel the orgasm building inside of me as I twist and work my hips, sliding up and down his huge cock.

  He suddenly stands, holding onto me, and puts me back down onto my back along the couch. He spread my legs wide again and begins fucking me, thrusting hard into my pussy.

  “Look at this pink, tight little twat,” he says. “Goddamn, I love it.” He begins to massage my clit as he fucks me, sending me into spasms of pleasure.

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�Daddy,” I moan. “Oh please, Daddy. Keep going. I’m so close.”

  “You think you can come?” he whispers, fucking me deep. “You think I’m going to let you?”

  “Please,” I moan.

  “Do you deserve it, you dirty fucking girl?”

  “Yes, I deserve it. I need it. I need your big cock, Daddy.”

  That makes him practically roar a groan. “Goddamn, girl, you’re so fucking sexy. Come on this cock for me. Come on it right now before I cover your pretty face.”

  He slams into me, moving furiously, working my clit, fucking my pussy, and I can feel the orgasm there, ready to blow over me. I work my hips, using my hands to push down from the side of the couch, and I can feel it.

  The orgasm rips through me like a hurricane. It’s unreal as my pussy clenches down like a vise on his big cock. My whole body tenses and twitches as the pleasure takes over me in waves of pure desire. He groans while fucking me, keeping it going, pushing my boundaries.

  And then as the orgasm ends, he pulls out of me. His hands jerk his big, huge cock, and I open my mouth for him. I want it, every single drop of his hot cum.

  He groans and I taste him as he covers my face as promised. I take his cum in my mouth, on my lips, my cheeks, and I love it. I love the way he groans and comes on me, I love the feeling I get as I lick him off me and then clean his cock with my tongue.

  He collapses next to me on the couch, his big arms wrapped around my small body, holding me tight. We both stay there, sweating and spinning from pure pleasure.

  I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I’ve never had a man make me feel so good. I’ve never called someone Daddy before, but it feels so natural with him.

  He pushes me further than I thought possible, and I love it.

  Lucas is gorgeous, absolutely perfect, but I feel safer than I ever have before with his arms wrapped around my body. I can’t deny it anymore, can’t let myself pretend. Lucas is my man, he’s my Daddy, and I’m going to be his girl.

  He can do whatever he wants to me. Because I know whatever he chooses will feel so good, so amazing, that I can hardly wait to find out what’s next.

  23

  Lucas

  It’s late by the time we’re thinking about putting our clothes back on.

  Mia watches me from the kitchen, a small smile on her face. She’s holding a mug of tea in her hands, blowing on it softly. I lean back on the couch, swirling my glass of whisky. Apparently, her father used to be a huge whisky man, which works out well for me, since he doesn’t drink from his collection anymore.

  “What do you think?” she asks me.

  I cock my head at her. “About what?”

  She shrugs a little. “You know. This.”

  I grin. “What about this?”

  She sighs, walking toward me. She’s wearing only a large t-shirt she fished out of her room earlier. I’m in my jeans, unbuckled and open, but no shirt yet. I can still taste her on my lips and feel the sweat on my body from working her so hard.

  “You know what I’m trying to say.” She sits down next to me, curling one leg underneath her. She looks so vulnerable and fucking gorgeous.

  “You want me to say it.” I sip my drink, watching her.

  She’s so frustrated, but she’s smiling. I can’t help but love it. “I guess I do.”

  “Okay then. You’re my girl.”

  “Yeah?” she asks.

  “Yeah,” I say. “And I’m your Daddy. That means no more bullshit, no more games.”

  “But what about the Carters?”

  “I’ll handle them.” I grin at her, trying not to show my concern. While I’m stronger and better trained than those Carter boys, they have resources that I don’t, and the younger Carter is pretty unstable. I worry that he’d do something completely fucked up and insane, maybe not to me, but to Mia. I’m going to have to watch her closely. “The biggest question is, what will you do about the preserve?”

  “I have to trust Laura,” she says. “I can’t take that on myself. It’s too late now, anyway.”

  “Good,” I say. “It was never your responsibility.”

  “I felt responsible, though. I mean, if I could stop it and save that place, I should.”

  “Even if it means losing yourself?” I ask her softly.

  “Well…” She trails off, shaking her head. “I guess we both know the answer to that.”

  I reach out and pull her toward me. I gently kiss her lips. “You’re making the right choice. I promise, in the long run, this is the right thing. You can’t protect everything, much less sacrifice yourself for everything.”

  “I know,” she says, just a whisper.

  I glance at the clock underneath the television. It’s after one in the morning. “Listen, you should come stay with me.”

  “I can’t leave my dad. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs help.”

  “He can come too.”

  She shakes her head. “We can’t. He’ll just be more confused.”

  I sigh. “I need to get home. I should be there for when Noah wakes up.”

  “Okay,” she says, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes.

  I smirk a little and take the cup of tea from her hands. I put it down on the coffee table on a coaster before putting my whisky glass down next to it. I drop to my knees in front of her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks casually, a little smile on her face.

  “You looked disappointed.”

  “I am. I don’t want you to go.”

  “I don’t want to go, either,” I say. “But I have to. I need to be there for my son.”

  She reaches down and touches my chin. “That’s what I like about you, Lucas. You’re a good father. You’re a good man.”

  “Maybe,” I say, smirking. “Or maybe I’m a bad man.” I spread her legs wide and feel a thrill run through me. She’s not wearing any underwear. “Maybe I’m a very bad man.”

  “Lucas,” she says. “We can’t. God, I’m so tired already.”

  “Just leaving you with something to remember me by.” I kiss her inner thigh, looking up at her. “Or do you want me to stop?”

  She bites her lip. After the first time we had sex earlier, we took a short break, and then immediately fucked again. She’s probably sore as hell from my big cock, but I’m willing to bet I can make her feel good one last time.

  “No, I don’t,” she says.

  I kiss slowly up her leg, my hands on her hips. “God, you taste so good. I kept thinking about how you’d taste since the second we met, you know that?”

  “Really?” she asks. I can hear her breath coming in deeper.

  “Really,” I say. “I kept thinking about this pussy, your body, the way your lips would feel. And the way you’d taste, dripping wet under my tongue.” I finally kiss up to her pussy and gently lick her bottom to top. She’s already wet, just the way I like it.

  “What else did you think about?” she asks, leaning back in her spot, legs wide open.

  “I thought about this thick ass,” I say, grabbing her hips. “And how my cock would feel sinking deep inside of you. I thought about teasing your nipples, slapping your ass, licking your clit, sucking your bottom lip.” As I talk to her, I slide my fingers gently inside of her pussy, and between every few words, I pause to lick her clit.

  “Shit, Lucas,” she moans. “I didn’t think I could again.”

  “I knew you could,” I say softly. “You’re built for fucking sex, girl.” I lick her clit softly at first, getting her more into it, being gentle with her. I can sense her getting wetter and wetter, more excited and engaged. I begin to lick her faster, sucking her clit, teasing her, pushing her.

  “I thought about my cock between your pretty lips, pushing down your throat. I thought about fucking you in public, making you scared we’ll get caught, and then making you come nice and loud. And most of all, I thought about you calling me Daddy as I came on your pretty face, in your pretty mout
h, deep inside that tight little cunt of yours.”

  Her hips get more and more into it as I speak, my tongue pausing only to lick her clit, my fingers gently sliding in and out of her. She gets soaking wet all over again, absolutely dripping, and I know this won’t be difficult, not at all.

  Her moans come fast and deep as I keep going, getting faster, taking shorter breaks to talk to her. “Delicious. Absolutely fucking delicious.” I suck and lick her clit, sliding my fingers inside of her. “You’re Daddy’s dirty fucking girl. I want to pull your hair, fuck your pussy rough, make that ass slap against me as I fill your every inch.” I work her again, fingers deep inside of her. I love her moans, coming loud and low and passionate.

  “Oh god, Lucas,” she moans, her fingers pushing my mouth tighter against her pussy. She starts to work her hips, writhing against my mouth, wanting it faster and more. I can tell she’s getting close.

  “Come in Daddy’s mouth,” I say and she throws her head back, eyes closed shut, moans escaping her lips.

  “Oh shit, Daddy,” she says. “Go ahead, keep going, I’m so close.”

  I press my fingers deeper, fucking her with them faster, while I suck and lick her clit. I’m eating her like a crazed man, because I am absolutely fucking crazy for her. I can’t stop even if I wanted to.

  Her whole body tenses as she comes. I love her taste as the orgasm washes over her, making her muscles twitch, her moans come low and deep. She calls me Daddy, over and over again, and my cock is hard as fuck. But this is for her, and I want to leave this with her while I head home.

  She finishes slowly, and I move up to kiss her. We kiss like that for a while, slow and passionate and deep, our bodies tight against each other. Slowly, we break apart.

  “I have to go,” I say.

  She pouts. “I want you to stay.”

  “I know. Another night. You’re safe for now though, but make sure the doors are locked, and call if you’re worried.”

  She nods a little as I get up. I get dressed and she watches me, still pouting a little bit.