Don't Tell Daddy (15 page)

Just then, Lila decided she could use a good high. Her mother was getting on her last fucking nerve. “Move in,” Pamela urged.

“Girl, all her ghetto fabulous ass gon do is bring her drama to yo door and I ain’t trynna put that stress on you.”

Lila sat on the couch and rolled up. Jada tossed her her lighter, but she left the room. She wasn’t a smoker. But Pamela sat right beside her and took the blunt her friend offered. “Why we kick it wit Jada geeky ass again?” Lila joked.

“Because I helped you out of high school, bitch!” Jada called from the kitchen.

The other two girls laughed. That was true. Without Jada, they’d have been short on their math and science credits. Pamela passed the blunt back and sneezed. “Girl, go to the damn doctor,” Lila told her.

“I meant to. I scheduled an appointment, but then—”

“No excuses, bitch. Just go.”

“Alright. Shit.”

Bed by J. Holiday came on while the girls were still smoking, and Pamela hopped her hot little ass up to dance, basically fucking the air. Lila jokingly tossed money at her before Wet the Bed by Chris Brown came on, and Pamela closed her eyes, remembering when Bryan was there with her, singing it and touching her.

She swayed her hips, biting her bottom lip, her hand sliding, sliding… “What the fuck are you doing, trick? You got two bitches up in here. Don’t be getting freaky wit yo ‘self!” Lila said. “I ain’t that fucking high.”

“Girl, if you knew what I knew, you wouldn’t give a fuck about who was in the room.”

“Ooh. Sounds juicy. What’s his name?”

“Anonymous.”

“Fuck kinda name is that?”

Lila screwed up her face and Pamela laughed. She swore this girl could play slow with the best of them.

“As in I’m not telling you, bitch.”

“Well fuck you den. Don’t smoke my shit.”

“Whatever. I got my own stash.”

Jada shook her head from the kitchen. “You two are weed heads!” she called.

“And you’re a fucking nerd. Leave us ‘lone,” Pamela called back.

“Whatever. I’m drinking your grape juice.”

“Get a glass.”

The girls stayed for the entire night. Lila’s mom called her various times, and each time, she replied that she was still at Pamela’s house.

They lounged around now in t-shirts and underwear, being lazy, listening to music. They did manage showers. Pamela even cooked breakfast.

Around five, the music was turned off, and the girls ordered a pizza and turned on Jerseylicious. They fell asleep in various positions in the front room. Jada was in the arm chair, Lila on the couch, and Pamela on the floor. Pamela woke up at midnight and climbed into her bed.

When she woke up in the morning, her girls were still in the front, knocked out. Bryan showed up, and she held her fingers to her lips, motioning to his daughter and their friend. He nodded and led her back to her bedroom.  

He kissed her neck, and she let him. He pulled her t-shirt up, his lips on her neck, his breath warm on her flesh. She was going to overheat.

She turned around and kissed him, her bare breasts rubbing against the fabric of his t-shirt. He palmed her ass, their tongues dancing together. She rubbed the nape of his neck, grinding her heat against him as her breathing became harsh.

He lay back, letting her do what she wanted with him. She pulled his t-shirt up, straddling him, kissing him deeper. “I’m sorry,” she finally said.

“Me too.”

He held her around the waist as she tilted her head and kissed him again. He ran his fingers through her soft hair. She kissed his neck as she undid his jeans. Gosh, she was so anxious to get him inside of her. 

She pulled him out of his pants and took him into her mouth. He watched her head bob up and down, stroking her hair back as she moaned. That shit was sexy, and it wouldn’t stop being sexy.

He groaned as Pamela took him deeper in her mouth. He swore he could feel her tonsils, and she was going at it like a pro. She got up and he watched her as she walked into the kitchen, her boy shorts on her round, firm ass like a second skin. Her bare back so smooth.

Lila woke up and saw Pamela practically naked. “Are you going to get dressed?” she asked.

“It’s time for you and Jae to bounce now.”

“Damn, you must got some dick in your room,” Lila said snidely. “We won’t hold up your show. I’m going back to sleep. Do what you do, cowgirl.”

She went back in the room, drinking a glass of water, and he finally noticed her new tattoo.

“When’d you get that?”

“None of your business.” She finished her water.

He cocked his head to the side, standing and walking to her as she locked her door. He put his hands on her waist. “Why is it not my business?”

“You are not my man,” she said simply, seductively, her lips caressing his gently.

“You won’t say that in a minute.”

He leaned down, sucking her neck, leaning down so that his hardened dick met with her waiting pussy. She grew hotter and wetter. He pulled her back to the bed, sucking her titties. She moaned. “Mmm, Papi,” she moaned.

She was aware that her girls might be able to hear, so she refrained from using his name. He slid his fingers into her waiting tunnel. She let out a sigh. It had been awhile. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, holding his head to her breasts.

He kissed her neck, and he flipped her over on the bed, moving to the plane of her stomach, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton before moving lower and dipping his tongue into her dripping cherry. “Oh fuck!” she growled. “Ay Papi! Yes, yes, don’t stop,” she called out, gripping the sheets.

He came up, licking his lips and gently brushing a finger over her clitoris. Kissing her lips, he caressed her side before he put her on all fours and started to pound her ferociously. “Am I your man, Pamela?” he groaned.

“No,” she managed.

She didn’t care how good the dick was. She wasn’t giving him that title back because he was never hers to begin. But he was sure laying the dick down.

He rubbed her clit, and she moaned, her body shaking, begging for a release. When Bryan pulled out just as she was ready to cum, she got annoyed. “What the fuck?” she asked.

“Am I your man?” he asked again, looking in her eyes. She pulled away from him and got her vibrator. She didn’t need a man to cum. She could do a sufficient job on her own.

He sat there and watched her get frustrated with her toy as she tried to get herself off. When she used her toy, she tried so hard. When she was with Bryan, it was effortless. He did all the heavy lifting for her. “All you gotta say is three words, Mela,” he cooed.

“Fine, you’re my man,” she gave in, hating that her heart meant it while her mind advised she leave the room.

Bryan pulled her into his lap, and she rode him, bouncing up and down, her titties bouncing against his chest as he kissed her. He cupped her ass, smacking it. She squeezed him. “Oh, God, oh God, Bryan!” she let it slip.

Her girls were outside the door being nosy. “Eugh. He got my daddy name. Sittin’ down,” Jada decided.

“Girl, yo daddy got a common name. Get over it,” Lila said, rolling her eyes. “He must be puttin’ it down. Shit, me next!”

Jada, a virgin, rolled her eyes. Why was it so hard for girls to wait for sex?

“You wanna share dick with your best friend? Ho.”

“I’ll share dick with you if he lay the pipe down like I like.”

Meanwhile, Pamela was cumming over Bryan’s dick, and he laid her back, lifting her legs around his shoulders, slowly stroking her so she felt him. “Oh, Papi,” she moaned softly, her breathing ragged, her eyes closed, her hair sticking to her face with sweat. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue dancing in her mouth, swirling around with merry and pleasure.

He came inside her and lay beside her, pushing her hair off her face. “So am I your man?” he asked again. Pamela debated. This dude was taking her to Paris. He could be her man just a week or two more.

“Oh, yes, Papi. You’re my man.” She leaned over and kissed him softly, smiling. There was a bang on the door, and Pamela jumped away from Bryan. But that door wasn’t coming open.

“Bye, whore!” Jada called.

“Don’t do that shit again!” Pamela called. “Gave me a heart attack!”

“Fucking someone you shouldn’t be, huh?”

Bryan had to resist the urge to tell his daughter to watch her mouth, and if he said something later, it would rise suspicions. He had to let it go.

They heard the front door close, and Bryan rolled onto Pamela, kissing her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

                                         
Paris la Belle

Pamela finally went to an allergist and discovered her allergy was to mold and not dust. Now she wondered, where the hell had mold come from? She hadn't had an issue until the people above her moved in.

When she got home, she began pacing around and she got on the Internet. She'd had her last period when Marc saw her and Bryan kissing. She'd come on that night, and it was her worst period in life. That was only three weeks ago, when the people upstairs had been there for a week.

Her front door opened— she’d broken down and given Bryan a key— and soon, she felt his arms around her as he kissed her neck. "Let's go."

"Okay."

She turned off the laptop and followed him out to a cab. Inside, he could barely keep himself off her. It was like being a hormonal, lust-driven, young man again. He kissed her lips, massaging her thigh.

"Mm," she moaned softly.

He slid his hand further, caressing her clit through her jeans. Her breathing quickened as a moan escaped her, her legs finding their ways together. In Spanish, she reminded him there was a person driving the cab. He just smiled, kissing her neck.

"Shh," he whispered. "Relax, baby."

She could hardly relax with the way he was touching her. He knew what he was doing, getting her excited like this. Keeping her composure was a real task, each flick of those fingers.

The airport was no better as he led Pamela to the restrooms and passed her a small bag. "What's this?"

"Don't ask questions. Go."

She took the bag and discovered a mini skirt. Shaking her head, she put it on and headed back to the seat he was in. “You are such a pervert,” she told him as she sat in his lap.

Grinning and holding her waist with one hand, he took his dick, inconspicuously entering her, giving her soft instructions to rock her hips. She swayed slightly back and forth "Mmm," she moaned softly. 

"Shh," Bryan warned. 

“We’re not supposed to be doing this.”

“You knew that before you sat on my dick.”

Pamela bit her lip and took in a deep breath as their flight was called over the PA. She stopped rocking, getting herself together before she stood. Bryan held her around the waist, lifting his bag and wheeling hers along. “That was fun.”

“We’re lucky we didn’t get caught.”

Bryan chuckled, kissing her neck. “Lighten up, Pamela. We didn’t get caught. It was fun.”

Pamela shook her head, taking her ticket from Bryan to present to the attendant. She looked up at Bryan and shook her head again. This man was trouble on two feet.

As soon as the door to their private cabin was closed, Bryan lifted Pamela's shirt up and began massaging her heavy breasts, his lips crashing down on hers. Her pussy was just pulsing, waiting to be touched, raining, but before Bryan could do anything about it, the announcement of takeoff off sounded and he sat to pull on his seatbelt.

When the plane was airborne, Bryan got up, and he pulled Pamela closer, opening her legs with his as she pushed up against him, the lacy fabric of her bra rubbing against his cotton shirt. She put her hands underneath his shirt, feeling his well-defined body.

They fell into a seat, him atop her, and he kissed her neck, putting his hand under the skirt, sliding his finger into her soaking pussy. Her muscles contracted, and he kissed down her stomach. “Oye, Bryan,” she mumbled. He looked at her.

“What?”

She just looked at him for a minute, saying nothing. But then she kissed him and wrapped her legs around him, leaving a giant wet spot on the crotch of his jeans. He unzipped them and laid the seat back. She took his shaft and entered the tip into herself, letting Bryan do the rest of the work.

He stroked himself in and out, feeling her pulsating on his dick. “Shit that feels so good,” Bryan mumbled against Pamela’s ear. 

She kissed him, holding his head. “Bryan! Oh God, yes,” she cried out, arching her back, meeting his thrusts. This was an eight hour flight, and she already knew that half of it was going to be freaky. The other half would be catching her breath.

Bryan took a nipple in his mouth, massaging the other. “Ooh, Papi,” she moaned softly, her eyes closed. “It’s so good, baby.”

Bryan pulled out and opened her legs wider, tasting her sweet center. She gasped. “Oh, oh God! Bryan! Oh, please don’t stop daddy.”

She didn’t care if anyone could hear her. At this point, all that mattered was the way this man was eating her like a feast.

She put her legs up around his neck, and he didn’t let it distract him as he licked around her outer lips and parted them, sucking on her clitoris like a lollipop. She was losing it, slowly, but surely, and faster with each passing second.

Bryan flicked his tongue over her stiffened jewel, and she erupted, her heat pouring out like lava into his waiting lips. He licked his lips and pulled her into his lap, looking up at her with lust-filled adoration.

Whenever he looked at her like that, she had to fight her heart to stop it from wanting everything he could never give her. Every time he looked at her like that, she had to remind herself of her place. He wasn’t making this any easier for her.

Pamela was still not very comfortable with riding, but she tried it anyway because she knew Bryan enjoyed it, and she only wanted to please him. He sat up as she handled him, and he kissed her lips, their tongues meeting and dancing in a passionate rhythm, taking her breath away.

He cupped her ass, kissing her neck. “I love you.”

She hated when he told her that. When he just pulled her deeper into this abyss. There was no coming out of this unharmed. She was no longer ahead and the idea of quitting was more painful than playing the sidelines. 

“I love you too.”

She knew better than to trust words said in the heat of passion, whether good or bad, but she wanted to believe it, and she felt she did. So she went with it. Fuck it. This man was hers now. He just happened to have a wife. That wasn’t her problem.

They lie there together, still clothed, genitals out and her breasts spilling over her bra. He kissed her, biting her neck and lips amorously. She wrapped her leg around him and closed her eyes.

*** ***

Pamela woke up naked, sticky, and sweaty beside Bryan. The clock displayed six in the evening, which meant it was noon back home. Which explained her desire for a sandwich. She slid out of the bed. “Where are you going, baby?” Bryan asked groggily.

“To get some food,” she said, heading to the bathroom to clean herself up. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

“Okay.”

She left the suite after pulling on sandals, and she ran into Jordan. He smiled when he saw her. “Pamela,” he greeted. Small. Fucking. World.

“Hi,” she greeted. “I’m sorry. I keep bumping into you. Literally.”

“No, I like it.” His smile was flirtatious, seductive… dangerous.

“I really have to get some food. I am practically starved,” she told him, her smile nervous.

“Hey, wait, why haven’t you called?” he wondered quizzically.

“Um… I lost your card,” she lied. It was kind of true. Bryan’s destruction was her loss.

“Well, here, I’ll give you another. Do be sure to call me, beautiful. Maybe we could go out sometime.” He reached into his wallet and passed her another with a smile before he turned to go.

She watched Jordan walk away, and she forgot all about food. She could not go back in that room and look at Bryan, knowing she had just shared flirtations.

“Hey, Jordan,” she called before he got out of ear shot. He turned to her with a smile.

“Yes, Pamela?”

“What are you doing here?” she wondered.

Jordan just chuckled and turned back around to walk away, leaving Pamela standing there confused.

                                          *** ***

Pamela and Bryan spent a week in Paris, getting down in all types of crazy ways. Bryan had finally decided they could try the sex swing, and when they did… He was glad Pamela had that one crazy fantasy, because he got deeper than he ever thought he could, and the way her tight pussy seemed to only tighten!

When they got home, though, Pamela needed to do something about her allergy. There was no mold in her flat. She decided to break her lease. She couldn’t stay in those condos anymore. It was too much hassle. If one person got bugs, everyone did. She was allergic to some shit and suffering for something that wasn’t even in her apartment! So she dipped into her account a little more than she liked. But it was worth it to get the keys to her new house on the River, on the east side.

Bryan did help her with the money she needed though. She took it because she didn’t want to ask her parents for it, and they were back on solid ground. She and Bryan, that was.

As the two lied in her bed, Pamela wondered idly what Marc had wanted, because she seriously was never fucking him again. Bryan shrugged. “Have you seen him lately?” he asked indifferently.

“No.”

“Because he’s in Brazil.”

She couldn’t believe he paid for that boy to go to Brazil. She didn’t care, though, as long as their secret was safe.

Pamela got up, making her way to the kitchen. “Are you hungry, Papi?” she asked. He watched her ass sway.

“What are you offering to eat?” he asked, his voice husky and seductive. She smirked over her shoulder.

“I have noodles,” she teased.

“Don’t make me come get you, girl,” he told her.

Pamela just continued to her kitchen and grabbed a peach, going to rinse it off. She soon felt Bryan’s hard bulge against her plump ass as she took a bite. He turned her around and sat her on the sink. “You gonna continue playing with me, Pamela?”

She looked at him with mischief in her eyes and took another bite of her juicy peach, anxious for him to do the same. She wanted to feel his experienced tongue on her flesh. She bit her peach and rubbed it against his lips, playfully willing him to take a bite of her real peach.

Her gray eyes sparkled, watching his green ones narrow at her. She just giggled, closing her eyes and sucking the juice off the peach playfully moaning, “Mmm.”

Just that tiny sound made his dick throb. He pulled her panties off and fingered her soaking pussy. “Damn, baby, you’re so wet,” he told her. She moaned for real, her body trembling.

Bryan took her fruit and took his finger out, biting it, teasing her. She watched him, willing him to touch her again as he held both of her small hands in one of his large ones. “Mm. It’s so juicy, baby,” he teased.

Her pussy throbbed, crying to just be touched. Bryan finished the peach and kissed her lips softly, rubbing her clit with his thumb, sliding a finger inside of her. She moaned, holding his shoulders.

Bryan kissed her neck, pulling off her bra. He took a plump titty into his mouth, palming her round ass with the other hand. Her moans were turning him on beyond belief. He parted her legs wide and gently licked the flesh, just to drive her crazy. “Cómeme,” she demanded. He chuckled. She was cute when she thought she was in control. He kissed her thighs, looking up at her with lust and tease.

Pamela’s breathing was labored by anticipation. She spread her legs wide and took Bryan’s head. He had started this, he was going to finish it.

Bryan gladly sucked on her lips before parting them and sucking on her clitoris, entering a finger in her warm canal and feeling her muscles tighten. His warm tongue rolled across her sensitive flesh, teasing her bud, looking up at her with her eyes closed.

Pamela struggled for each shallow breath that entered her lungs as she gripped the counter, one leg around Bryan’s neck. Her fingers found their way to Bryan’s head, holding it close in encouragement.

He held her hips as her body began to tense up, his tongue wrapping around her jewel as he let her cum in his mouth, and then he took her off the sink. “Assume the position,” he told her. She already knew. She grabbed the sink and spread ’em.

Bryan entered the tip of his dick into her still raining pussy, and she sighed. He put himself all the way in, taking his time, speeding up, slowing down, and speeding up, completely stopping, and he was driving her crazy. She was half-tempted to make him lie on the floor and ride just so that she could have control.

He plunged himself deep, and she wasn’t prepared at all for it. Her knees buckled and she held herself up on the counter, the wind being knocked out of her.

“Oh, God, Papi. It’s so good,” she cried, her breath labored.

She let Bryan’s sweet torture continue. He leaned forward and grabbed her face, kissing her lips, biting her bottom lip gently. She moaned, pushing back. The synchrony of their movements and the friction took Pamela to a place she had never been, her eyes closed as she listened to Bryan’s heavy breaths, repressing moans just to hear him.

Bryan released himself in her just as his phone rang. He didn’t answer it, kissing Pamela. “Let’s go shower,” she suggested, smiling up at him. She took his hand and pulled him to her master bathroom.

They showered together, and he held her waist, his lips against her neck before he kissed his way down. He looked up at her with a devilish grin, seeing the look of pleading in her eyes. He couldn’t tease her like this. She was addicted to the feeling of his tongue on her flesh in any given place.