Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “Fuck,” I groaned. “I love seeing that fucking cock down your throat. Look at you. You’re such a fucking dirty slut for me, aren’t you?”

  She moaned and nodded as she pulled back, sliding my cock from her throat. A line of spit connected her lips to the tip of my dick.

  “Say it,” I commanded her, taking her hair in my hand and squeezing it hard.

  She groaned. “I’m a slut for you.”

  “That’s right.” I pressed my cock between her lips. “Suck that cock, you dirty fucking girl.”

  She worked me, her hands gripping the edge of the tub. I held her hair and worked her head that way, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. I pressed her down and held her there, groaning.

  “You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth,” I said as she pulled back, taking a deep breath.

  “Is this what you like?” she asked.

  “I fucking love it. I love pushing my big cock down your little throat.”

  “I want to suck you off. I want to taste your cum in my mouth.”

  “Then get back to work,” I commanded, and she began to suck me harder, faster.

  I groaned, pleasure rolling through my body. I wanted to own her, more than anything else I’d ever experienced. I wanted to make her mine in a way I’d never thought about before. I wanted to make every inch of her body mine, make her come for me again and again, make her beg to suck my cock. I wanted to come down her throat, come on her tits, come on her face, come in her tight little pussy. I wanted to fill her up and make her beg for more.

  I pulled her back.

  “Stay,” I said. She was kneeling, her ass in the air up out of the water, her hands gripping the edge of the tub. “Don’t fucking move.”

  I walked over to my jeans and pulled a condom from my wallet. I slid it on as I walked back over to her, loving that she had obeyed me, not moving a muscle. I got back into the tub.

  I got behind her and pulled her hair back, tipping her chin toward me. I took her hips and slowly teased her pussy with my cock.

  “Beg,” I commanded.

  “Owen, fuck me.”

  “How badly do you want me?”

  “I’m so wet. I need it. Please.”

  “Are you my fucking slut?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. I pressed my cock deep inside her.

  She moaned as I grabbed her hips and filled her up. I grunted, groaned, as I slid in and out slowly. Her pussy was tight as fucking hell, gripping my cock like a vice. I slapped her ass hard and pulled her hair back.

  “Tell me you fucking love this.”

  “I love your cock,” she moaned. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.”

  “I can. You’re my fucking slut now. You’ll say whatever you have to.” I thrusted hard once, twice, three times and held it there. She gasped as I reached around her hips and found her clit with my fingers.

  I rubbed her there and slowly began to slide in and out again. I wanted to get her to the edge and hold her there before finally giving her what she wanted. I fucked her like that, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, our bodies mostly out of the tub. I loved her full ass and the way she moaned as she took my cock.

  I worked her clit with my other hand, rolling it in circles along her slick spot. She tipped her head back and moaned as I kissed her neck and wrapped my hand around her throat.

  I held her there as I started to fuck her harder. I slammed my cock mercilessly deep inside her, holding her throat and fucking her. I didn’t use any pressure; I just kept her head still as I fucked her, made her know that she was mine and she wasn’t going anywhere.

  She moaned and gripped the tub harder as I fucked that pussy hard. I knew what she really wanted as I pressed my cock deep inside her. I gripped her throat harder and she moaned, taking my big cock, letting me fill her up.

  I released her throat and took her hips, slamming myself into her. She moaned, loving my big, thick cock. I slapped her ass and pulled her hair, fucking her roughly and without mercy.

  I pulled back and turned, sitting back on the bench of the tub. I pulled her along, turning her around, facing her outward. She moaned as I pulled her back, sliding her down onto my cock.

  She began to ride me, my cock fucking her from behind as I braced myself against the side of the tub. I felt her tits and teased her nipples as she rode me up and down, sliding along my thick cock.

  “I want you to come on my big cock,” I told her. “I want you to come for me like the fucking dirty girl you are.” I pushed her forward, making her bend over as she rode me up and down.

  “Yes, Owen,” she groaned. “I’m so close. I want it so bad.”

  I reached around the front of her and rubbed her clit as she slid along my shaft. She rode me like that faster and faster, our skin slapping together, her pussy dripping wet as she slid along my length.

  I turned her face toward me and kissed her as she rode me faster. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as I slammed my hips into her, fucking her and holding her there, making her take my big cock.

  I released her. She leaned forward, her hands on her knees as she bucked back against my dick. I leaned back and spread my legs wide, letting her slide up and down my full shaft.

  She moaned, her head curled forward. She bucked back harder and harder, and I slapped her ass as she went. She moved faster and faster, her moans getting louder and deeper as she went.

  “I want to come,” she moaned, begging.

  “Go ahead,” I said. “Come on my big fucking dick.”

  She groaned and moved faster. I pulled her hair, holding it tight as her whole body tensed. I watched as she came on me, sliding back and back harder and fast, working my cock and sliding along it.

  I slapped her ass as she came, making her moan louder. Watching her get off drove me insane. Her whole body tensed and shuddered, going into slight spasms as she rode me.

  She slowly finished. I pulled her off and stood up on the bench. I ripped the condom from my cock, took her by the hair, and pushed my cock down her throat.

  “Suck it until I come,” I commanded.

  She moaned and went to work, letting my cock fuck her mouth and slide down her throat. I was so fucking close, and the idea of coming in her pretty little mouth set me on fire.

  I slid my cock deep into her throat, pushing her down by her hair, fucking her lips.

  “Oh fuck,” I grunted. “Swallow my fucking cum.”

  She moaned in response, and I could feel it building, building. I was inches away when she moaned again and looked up at me.

  I came in that moment. My orgasm burst through me, and I shot my cum right down her throat. She didn’t hesitate, just kept fucking sucking me, taking my big cock in her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed every single drop.

  I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. Finally, my orgasm ended. I sat back down on the rim of the tub as she breathed deeply, staring at me.

  I’d been needing that so fucking badly. I pulled her against me and held her as I breathed deeply, slowly coming down.

  “Damn,” I said finally.

  “Yeah,” she answered softly. “I agree.”

  I held her there, floating, feeling incredible. I’d never felt like that before in my life, and I knew that only Taylor could get me there.

  I wanted to stay in there forever as I held her, the warmth of the room washing over my body.

  15

  Taylor

  I couldn’t get the taste of him out of my mind. All that week, it felt like I had an amazing, pleasurable ache between my legs every time I was around him.

  We couldn’t see each other much outside our usual routine. The coach had him doing double time in the film room, studying up for the weekend’s game. It was a huge match, and the staff wanted him to be ready to carry the load.

  I knew that what had happened was a mistake, but I wasn’t going to obsess about it. There was just no reason. I had given in to what I’d w
anted, and I had thought that would finally get Owen off my mind.

  It didn’t. In fact, it only made me want him even more. The memory of the way he made me feel kept me awake at night, dreaming about his body against mine.

  The man was incredible. He had taken me and owned me the way I wanted to be taken, the way only a man like him possibly could. There was no going back from someone like that. Once I gave myself to him, I knew I was his for as long as he wanted me.

  But I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I couldn’t read his mind. He was just so stressed about the upcoming game, so busy, which only made me worry about his knee more. His rehab seemed to be doing good, and he looked strong on the field, but I couldn’t tell with him. Owen was good at masking his pain.

  He said it didn’t matter. He said pain was only temporary, but glory lasted forever. I wasn’t so sure. Maybe he was right.

  The week sped past. I kept thinking about that night in the hot tub, and we kept working on his rehab. We didn’t talk about what had happened, but I could see it in the way he looked at me sometimes with that cocky grin.

  Sunday came, and it was game time. We did our pregame routine, but he wasn’t talkative. I stretched him out, and when I was finished, instead of getting up and heading out, he just sat there.

  I leaned up against the wall. “You okay?” I asked him.

  “I’m good. Just collecting myself.”

  “You’re going to do great. I believe in you.”

  He looked up at me. “Thanks. Maybe it’s stupid, but I needed to hear that.”

  That made me feel good. “How’s the knee feel?”

  “Fine. Aches, but doesn’t hurt worse when I put pressure on it.”

  “That’s a good sign.”

  He shrugged and went silent. I sat down next to him, and we sat together for a couple of minutes, not talking.

  I couldn’t imagine what was going on in his brain. This was a big game for the team, and it was a huge game for him. Really, every game was a big game for him, since this was his chance to prove that he belonged in the league, and that he was the star everyone thought he was. I could really only guess at the enormous amount of pressure he was under.

  “I want to tell you something,” he said finally, “but I don’t know how to say it.”

  I cocked my head at him. He gazed back at me, looking serious. I was taken aback for a second, surprised by his expression. Owen was rarely serious.

  “Okay,” I said. “Just say it. I’ll listen.”

  He frowned at me, staring and not speaking. Finally, he cracked a smile. “Your pussy is the most delicious little thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”

  I sighed, smiling slightly. “Is that really what you wanted to say?”

  He stood up. “Of course. Wish me luck.”

  “Good luck.”

  He nodded and disappeared through the door.

  I sat there staring after him, wondering what he had really wanted to say. I knew it wasn’t that stupid joke, but I couldn’t prove it. There had just been something in his expression, some subtle emotion I couldn’t quite name. It was maybe a kind of sadness that I’d never seen in him before.

  Eventually, I got up and headed down the hallway, toward the field. I could sit around and obsess over every little look Owen gave me, but in the end I had a job to do, and I was going to do it right.

  16

  Owen

  I felt my knee the second I got on the turf.

  I’d been fine all week. Stressed, sure, but my knee hadn’t been bad. But for some reason, as soon as I stepped out there, ready to perform, the pain flared up. I could feel it all through my leg, sharp and stinging.

  I couldn’t back down, though. We lost the coin toss and received the ball first, so I was out in the formation immediately, ready to take my first carry.

  There was nothing like getting that ball in my hands and running right up the fucking gut. I loved bursting through guys, dropping my shoulder and leading with my head. The only thing comparable was feeling Taylor’s tight pussy wrapped around my cock as I fucked her in the hot tub.

  I hit that pile on my first carry and was tackled almost immediately. Pain flared, but I swallowed it, ignored it. I went back to work.

  Carry after carry. I wasn’t getting much open running room, so I had to grind for every fucking inch. Brutal, physical, and painful, I played that game with everything I had.

  We were losing at halftime. The coach was pissed, mostly at the offensive line. They weren’t getting a good push off, so there were no gaps opening for me to run through. I was getting short gains, maybe four yards, and my best run was only for ten yards. It was rough and slow going, and our passing offense wasn’t doing much better.

  The second half rolled around. I caught Taylor watching me as I trotted out onto the field for our first possession. We were down by two touchdowns. I could tell she knew something was up with me. She was concerned, but she wasn’t saying anything.

  I knew she could go to the coach and tell him right away. If she did, she might get in some trouble, but I’d be pulled from the game for sure. He wasn’t going to risk his star player.

  But I had my reasons for staying. I had a lot of money riding on this game, and I wasn’t sure what would happen if we actually lost. I needed to get out there and make something happen.

  I was desperate. Play after play, I put my body on the line, my whole career on the line, and we kept getting pushed back. I could feel the game turning away from us, moving in the opposite direction.

  The third quarter ended, and we were still down by two touchdowns. I was gaining nothing, and my knee still ached.

  Fourth quarter started. I was given the ball on the thirty-yard line. I saw a gap between the center and the right guard and hit it hard, bursting past the linebacker that came to fill the gap, slamming him over. I felt something in my knee tweak, but I just kept running. I saw open field ahead of me.

  Ten yards, twenty yards. I could smell the fucking end zone.

  And then a burning, screaming pain shot up my leg and I was tumbling over, sliding along the grass.

  It took me a second to realize what had happened. As I lay there listening to the scream of the crowd, I realized that someone had caught up and tripped me up from behind.

  One of my linemen helped me to my feet. Pain flared up along my knee.

  I had to make a choice. We were on the edge of the end zone, but my knee was in serious pain. I knew that if I ignored it, I could do real damage.

  I looked around and listened. I caught Taylor’s eye on the sidelines, and she shook her head. “Don’t,” she mouthed.

  She knew what had happened. She could see it in the way I was standing. I went into the huddle, and I had one second to make my choice.

  The play came through. It was a running play right up the gut. Coach wanted me to find the end zone, finish my run up. He was trusting me with this, one of the most important plays of the game.

  If we failed to make it into the end zone here and settled for the field goal, we were likely doomed. But we had enough time to catch them, or maybe even snag a win, if I went for it here.

  Then again, if I went for it and succeeded but blew out my knee, I’d be done for the season. My whole career was riding on this moment, and I didn’t know what to do.

  The team was looking at me. I had to acknowledge that I’d heard the play and was ready to go before we could break. The play clock was ticking down.

  “Let’s fucking do this,” I said, and we broke.

  I glanced at Taylor again, but she was looking away.

  We got into formation. We were in the I-formation, with the quarterback under center, a big boy behind him, and me behind that big boy, ready to get the ball.

  Noah took the snap. The big boy cleared ahead, slamming into the line. I pushed off, running hard, ignoring the pain. I took the ball from Noah and surged forward.

  But there was a pile of bodies ahead of me.

 
I couldn’t stop and cut back. I knew my knee couldn’t take that kind of abuse. I wouldn’t be quick enough, not with the pain shooting up my side.

  It was straight ahead or nothing.

  I burst forward, dropping my shoulder and my head, and dove through the air.

  There was no going through that pile. There was no going around it.

  I dove into the air, flying above the bodies below me. I put my own body on the line for this as I sailed.

  Ahead of me, a linebacker came to meet me. He jumped and tried to tackle me back, slamming me midair.

  But it was too late. I slammed into him, and my momentum carried us both forward. I hit the ground on the other side of the pile and rolled into the end zone.

  The crowd exploded around me. I was pulled to my feet by my teammates, but I could barely walk. Pain flared all over me as I made my way to the sidelines. I wanted to celebrate, but the pain stopped me.

  The support staff was all over me instantly. It was obvious that something was wrong with me. I had scored the touchdown, but I was shaken up.

  Taylor was with the staff that checked me out. She frowned, helping, but didn’t say a word to me.

  “Good play, son,” Coach Kelly said. “Now you rest. We’ll finish this off.”

  “Thanks, Coach.”

  I was carried to the benches while the lead doctor took a look at my knee.

  “Swelling,” he said. “How painful?”

  “Not too bad,” I said.

  “Don’t lie,” Taylor interrupted.

  I looked at her. “I can still play.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think you can.”

  I looked at the doctor. “Give me a pain shot, whatever you have to do. I can still play.”

  He frowned. “No. You’re out for the rest of this game, hopefully not for the rest of the season.”