Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Gibson could read my body. Even though I tried to push him away, he knew that I really wanted to pull him close. Flashes of his skin against mine, his cock deep between my legs, the dirty things he said to me kept coming to me as I tried to study.

  By noon, I was frustrated. I couldn’t get anything done. It was like Gibson was standing over my shoulder, whispering things in my ear.

  Which was why I couldn’t help myself. I took out my phone and sent Gibson a text.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him.

  He got back to me a few minutes later. “Not much. Hynes is still hungover.”

  “I’m at the library right now.”

  “Looking for a study break?”

  “Maybe. I keep thinking about last night.”

  “About how you left me hard as fucking hell?”

  “You’re the one who left.”

  “True, but you got what you wanted. I wasn’t going to stick around.”

  “It wasn’t like that.”

  “I know. I’m just teasing you. We both know I could have had more of that pussy if I wanted.”

  “I can’t believe Harper almost caught us.”

  “Sure you can. We both know that makes you wet. You fucking like almost getting caught.”

  “No! No way.”

  “Okay. Pretend if you want. Where in the library?”

  “Remember where you saw me last time?”

  “Sure. Be there soon.”

  “Wait, hold on. I need to study more.”

  I bit my lip, looking at the screen, but he didn’t respond.

  I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I knew I shouldn’t have texted him. I knew as soon as I told him where I was that he’d be on his way, and I knew what he wanted. I didn’t have time for this. I needed to get some work done.

  But I couldn’t help myself. I knew what I was doing, because no matter how much I pretended, I really did want it. I wanted him to come to the library and carry me off to some dark corner where he could fuck me brainless.

  That was really all I wanted, Gibson’s body pressed against mine, working me until I could barely breath. I wanted his taste, his body, everything about him.

  I crossed my legs, dripping wet just thinking about him. I couldn’t help but chew on my pen as I tried to distract myself with some work. My heart was beating fast and I felt nervous as hell as I waited for him to come find me.

  Fifteen minutes passed in agonizing anticipation. As I sat there, I kept picturing his body, lightly covered in sweat, his shirt stripped off. I loved how he let me do what I wanted to him whenever I collected his vitals. He always looked at me with that cocky, knowing smile as I touched his skin. It was as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. It was as if he knew that I wanted to get down on my knees and suck his cock like an obedient, dirty little girl.

  There was something about having him as my specimen that completely drove me wild. Yet it wasn’t my control over him that I liked, but his total control over me. Even when I was the one taking measurements, he was the dominant force between us. His cocky smile, his dirty comments, everything worked to let me know that he was the one in control.

  And that drove me wild. I loved how he was willing to show up at the library, knowing full well that I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to cover my mouth again, tell me to be quiet as he pushed his thick, long cock deep inside my tight little pussy.

  I was practically buzzing with electricity when I spotted him walking through the stacks toward me. He stopped in front of me, a wicked little smile on his face.

  I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up one finger to his lips. “Shh,” he said. “It’s a library.”

  He reached down and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. He walked down between the stacks, heading toward the back corner of the library. I held his strong, broad hand and followed him, practically panting for him.

  He came up to the athletic study room and opened the door. He flipped the lights on and then shut the door behind me. He pulled the shade down over the window and locked the door.

  “Gibson,” I said, but he pushed me up against the door and put one hand over my mouth.

  “I know why I’m here,” he whispered in my ear. “I know what you want from me.”

  His lips were soft and delicious against my neck. He kept one hand over my mouth as the other unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slipped down beneath my panties.

  “I know what you want,” he said again in my ear. “You’re dripping wet. Were you thinking about it while you waited?”

  I nodded.

  “Good.” I gasped as his fingers pressed deep inside me. It was rough and so right. Chills ran down my spine as he slowly began to work my clit. “I knew you would. You can’t help yourself, can you? As soon as you told me where you were, I knew you wanted me to come over here with my big, thick cock and fuck you nice and deep.”

  His fingers began to fuck me, alternating between my pussy and my clit. I breathed into his palm, shivers running wild down my spine as he worked my pussy like that.

  “You’re such a dirty fucking girl that you can’t wait. You make me come all the way out to the library just so you can get fucked by me. You’re an impatient, dirty fucking girl.”

  He moved his hand, and I kissed him hard, our tongues touching. He continued to work my dripping wet pussy, his fingers fucking me, being rough and strong. His other hand cupped my ass, and I fumbled with his belt, trying to get it off.

  I finally managed to get it free. I unbuttoned his jeans as he worked me, making me moan into his mouth as I kissed him. Finally, I slipped my hand down his pants and found his cock nice and hard for me. He pulled back, smirking at me and pushing his fingers deep inside me.

  I gasped, feeling his long shaft. “That’s right,” he said. “I’m fucking hard as hell for you. That’s what you like, right? A big, hard fucking cock for you to ride.”

  I pushed him back slightly and then dropped down to my knees. His hand pulled out of my jeans as I tugged his pants down, revealing his thick cock.

  I was going absolutely wild for him. I slipped his thick tip into my mouth and began to suck his cock, not caring that we were in the library. Nobody could get into our room, and I wanted him so badly.

  I sucked his cock hard, letting my saliva cover his skin. I began to jerk his shaft as I sucked him, sloppy and wild.

  He pressed my head down, pushing his cock into my throat. He held me there, groaning, before letting me back up. I leaned back and gasped, staring up at him.

  “Fucking damn, Avery,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl.. Swallow that cock.”

  I went back to sucking him, working his cock, my hands on his legs. I let my mouth and tongue do the work. He pressed me down again, filling my throat, and I let him fuck my lips. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted with me. Every inch of me was ringing for Gibson. Every inch of me wanted him to take me and use me however he wanted. I wanted to come again and again, and I wanted him to fill me with his come.

  I was going wild for him as he fucked my mouth. I pulled back, gasping again, and he growled his pleasure.

  “Nothing gets me harder,” he said, “than those pretty lips sucking my cock.” He took my chin and kissed my lips before pressing his cock back into my mouth. I worked him again, letting him press me down as I sucked him.

  I loved feeling him in my throat. I loved that he was taking me, pressing his cock between my lips and groaning. He had felt so damn good between my legs the night before, and now I wanted to make him feel just as good. I sucked him wild and crazy, not caring that I was being messy. He clearly loved it, as he growled.

  Finally, he pulled back and I gasped. “Get up,” he commanded.

  I obeyed, getting to my feet. He pressed me back against the table, kicking the chairs out of the way. He pressed my ass onto the table and sat me there as he peeled my jeans off and then my shirt. I was wearing only a bra and panties as he stripped his own shirt and pant
s off.

  He lifted my legs up onto the table and spread them wide. Then he slowly peeled my completely wet panties off and tossed them aside.

  I bit my lip, staring at him, completely exposed. He smirked and pressed his thick cock against my pussy. “Is this what you want?”

  I went to answer, but he pressed his hand against my mouth. “Don’t say a fucking word,” he commanded.

  I nodded, my mouth open.

  “You want me to fuck you deep and rough, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck.

  I nodded again, thrills running down my spine.

  He took my legs and pressed himself deep inside me.

  I gasped, shocked all over again by his size. He half grunted and grinned against my skin as he pushed himself deep inside me.

  “Fuck,” he said. “This is what I love, this tight fucking pussy. God I love seeing you like this, taking my cock. I want to make you sweat and scream.” He began to slide himself in and out of my soaking pussy slowly as he kissed me again.

  I took his big cock, my legs spread wide. He supported my body on top of the table as he fucked me, his body pressed against mine. I was wearing only a bra as he fucked me deep and slow, thrusting rough and smirking at me.

  I let out soft moans, trying to be quiet. He loved that and began to thrust harder, deeper. I struggled to stay quiet like he wanted me to be, but the pleasure was too intense. My muscles were tight and contracting with each thrust, pleasure spilling through my body.

  “Go ahead and moan, girl,” he said. “I know you want the whole fucking library to hear how much of a dirty girl you are.” He began to work my clit as he fucked me. I could barely think, his cock filling my every inch.

  He took my hips and fucked me harder, deeper, grasping my skin. I moaned but bit my lip, trying to be quiet. I knew people would hear us if I was too loud, but Gibson didn’t seem to care. All he wanted was to fuck me rough and deep, as his body slammed into mine, skin against skin. I loved the feeling of his cock deep inside me, bare and big.

  He reached back and pulled my hair, tipping my chin back. I groaned, and he put his other hand over my mouth. I moved my hips in circles, grinding on his cock, and he laughed, loving it. He began to slide in and out of me, covering my mouth, his other hand strong in my hair.

  It was driving me absolutely wild the way he loved fucking me. I wanted him to take my body, control every inch of me. Suddenly he stepped back and let me go. I slid off the table and onto my feet. He grabbed my hips and spun me around.

  He spread my legs and bent me over. “Look at this fucking ass,” he said. My elbows were on the table, my back arched. His fingers ran down along my soaking pussy. Then he licked them clean. “Fuck, I love your taste.” He slapped my ass, hard.

  I gasped and bit my lip. “Every fucking inch of you, Avery, is mine, especially this tight little cunt of yours.” He reached around my hips and began to work my clit. I grasped the edge of the table.

  “I love seeing this pussy up in the air, ready for me, begging for my big cock.” I felt him slowly press himself deep inside me. He slipped inside so easily. I was dripping wet.

  I groaned as he slowly thrust into me, still working my clit. I had to grasp the table hard to keep from moaning wildly. I could feel it building inside me as he fucked me deep and rough.

  I began to work my hips, wiggling and bucking them as his thrusts got harder and deeper.

  “Oh that’s what you want?” he asked. “You want me to fuck this pussy harder?”

  He grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust hard. I let out a low moan.

  “Oh shit, you bad fucking girl. You want me to fuck this pussy rough.” He slapped my ass and began to thrust hard into me.

  I worked back against him, starving for it, needing it. I could feel the orgasm building, playing at the edges of my body. He fucked me hard, rough, savage. He was an animal working my body, and I took his thick cock deep inside me. I gripped the table, trying to be quiet, but as the orgasm came closer and closer, I could hardly stop from moaning his name.

  That only made him fuck me harder, though. He slapped me hard, rough, and slammed his cock into me. I took him, my legs spread wide, and bit down on my lip to keep from practically screaming his name.

  That was when the orgasm completely overtook me. I worked my ass against him, bucking and riding his cock as he fucked me. The orgasm rolled through my mind, taking me completely over and tightening every muscle in my body. I gripped the table hard just to stay upright.

  But he didn’t let up. He kept fucking me like an animal, taking my pussy as his own. I came so hard that I nearly fell over, but he supported me, fucking me roughly, unrelenting.

  As my orgasm passed, he pulled his cock out.

  “On your knees,” he said.

  I obeyed, dropping to my knees.

  “Suck my cock. Swallow every drop.”

  I unhooked my bra and obeyed. He felt my breasts as I sucked him fast and hard. He groaned, feeling my nipples.

  It didn’t take him long. He was already on the edge. He came in my mouth, heavy and thick, groaning the whole time. I took every drop and swallowed it, starving for him, wanting him so badly I could barely control myself.

  And slowly he finished. I licked him clean, sucking off every last drop. When he was finished, he collapsed back against the table.

  I stood and pressed my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close against him.

  “That was fucking madness,” he said, laughing.

  I smiled. “I think I almost blacked out.”

  “God, you’re fucking incredible, Avery.”

  He kissed my lips and pulled me close. We sat there, completely naked in this study room, not caring about anything in the world but each other.

  Gibson gave me what I wanted. I wanted him, his strong body, his rough hands, his incredible cock. I wanted him to make me feel so good that nothing else mattered.

  Gibson always gave me what I wanted. And I always wanted more.

  27

  Gibson

  I had Avery on my mind the next day. Avery was the only thing I could think about. She came over early that morning, took my vitals, and walked with me to class.

  Things seemed easy. We talked, joked, and laughed like nothing had happened. Five thousand dollars in cash was still stashed under my bed, but that didn’t seem to matter anymore.

  As I went through class, I kept thinking about the mafia and that man. He had asked me if I wanted to throw an entire game for more money, but he made it seem like I had a choice. And I knew what my choice had to be, especially considering the way Avery had reacted.

  I had to say no. Even though that money could set us up, there had to be other ways. I couldn’t risk alienating Avery again, not when we seemed to be moving past that first issue.

  Classes dragged by, and I just kept thinking about Avery. When they were finally over, I headed back toward my apartment, knowing she’d be meeting me there.

  I had never felt like this before. I’d been with plenty of girls in my life, but Avery was the first one who made me excited to just be around her. I wanted to strip her fucking naked and lick that pussy until she screamed, sure, but I also wanted to talk to her after. I wanted to make her laugh, and I wanted her to make me laugh. I wanted to be close to her and to feel her breath against my chest, and that was something I’d never really wanted before.

  I didn’t get close to people. Too many times in my past I got fucked over by people close to me. And ever since I got famous playing college football, people wanted things from me. It was really hard to tell who was a real friend and who just had their hands out, wanting more and more than I was willing to give.

  Cathy was like that. She just wanted to be around because I was a football player. She didn’t really give a fuck about me at all, and that was clearer and clearer every day. She only ever threw herself at me when I won games.

  It was different with Avery. She
didn’t seem to care about football all that much, and she barely asked me about it. She seemed more interested in asking about my past and getting to know me as opposed to learning about my football insights.

  That was so rare for someone like me, and that just really drew me toward her. It made me think she was real.

  And the baby inside her was real, too. That was the realest thing in my life. Before, I had myself to worry about. I had to worry about making the pros because that was my dream. But now I needed to make the pros because I needed the money to take care of Avery and our baby. I wasn’t playing for just my team and myself anymore. I was playing for Avery and our baby.

  That motivated me more than anything else could have.

  I got to my apartment and stepped inside. I changed into my practice clothes real fast, and not long later I heard a knock at the door.

  I pulled it open, expecting Avery. Instead, the mafia man, Rafa, from the other night was standing there, smiling at me.

  “Hey there, Gibson,” he said.

  I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

  “Just checking up on you.”

  “You can’t be here.”

  “Relax,” he said. “I’m just here to chat.”

  “I don’t have anything to say.”

  “Well, we left something important between us. I wanted to hear your thoughts on that.” He smiled that confident smile. “Let me in?”

  “No,” I said, stepping out and closing the door behind me. “My roommate is in there.”

  “Okay. Then we’ll talk in the hallway. Have you considered my proposal?”

  “No,” I said. “I’m not doing it.”

  He grinned and nodded. “I thought you’d say that. I figured you were having second thoughts.”

  “If you’re here to convince me, don’t bother.”

  “Well now, there’s a problem, Gibson. You see, we want you to throw a game for us.”