Don't Tell Daddy (2 page)

He put his head in and stuck his tongue into her , then pulled it out, licking all around, and sucking on her clit, tasting her and the paint and unable to get enough of the sweet taste.

Floating on a cloud of pure euphoria, Pamela allowed her hand to caress Bryan’s soft waves before she was holding the nape of his neck, grinding against his silky tongue.

Bryan folded her outer lips back, licking her like a sundae. "Bryan," she whispered, feeling her skin heat up. 

Legs trembling, Pamela sucked in air. She drifted off into bliss as she emptied the lust in her womb and Bryan lapped at her juices like a thirsty wretch who had found an oasis. She moaned and writhed. "Ay mis Dios. Bryan. Papi, papi," she called out. 

Bryan trailed his way back up and kissed her, holding her warm body to his own, breathing into her, filling her with the very essence of life.

"I want to try it," she whispered, her breathing deep as she looked up at him.

"Okay."

Bryan gave her the paintbrush and watched her layer his dick with the flavors she wanted to try. She started off tentatively, lightly flicking his rigid flesh with the brush and looking back at him with her lip between her teeth and eyes making the briefest of contact.

“It’s not going to jump up and bite you, chula,” he promised, stroking her hair back, his hand gliding down to her shoulder, moving to caress her arm, sending shivers through her.

A certain confidence filled her as she coated Bryan with the fruity paste, a slight smile touching her lips as she diligently worked on covering him before she looked up at him with a confident smile. “You smell like a popsicle.”

“Why don’t you tell me if I taste like one,” he suggested, taking her head and guiding it forward, letting go when she grabbed his wrists.

Her boyfriend constantly asked for head that she was always too pompous to give; but Bryan did it so well, she owed him to return the favor! 

Licking the paint off the tip, she moaned in pleasure, enjoying herself more than she anticipated. There was something about having the control in this moment, owning the ability to give as much attention as she had received. There was something undeniably sexy about this man allowing her to own his cool and rock his world.

A little pre-cum oozed off the tip of his head, and she licked it with relish and sighed. He loved that.

She moved on to her second ring and wrapped her lips around him this time, working her tongue around his head, her eyes finding his.

Pamela had gotten a tongue ring for fashion. Now it was being put to a practical use. Bryan let Pamela do her thing, resting his hands behind his head and moaning. She was doing so well that he felt no need to guide her through it.

Pamela moved down to her third ring and then lifted her head. "Am I doing right, Papi?" she questioned. He smiled and stroked her hair.

"You're doing perfect, baby," he assured her. 

Pamela remembered reading in a Cosmo magazine that men liked to have their balls played with, so she massaged his nuts while she licked around the third ring, her head bobbing as she took him in and out of her pretty lips.

He had never been so excited to receive head. Even from Heather. Even in his teens and twenties. But something about little Pamela was... Sexy as sin. A fantasy he had never imagined could come to fruition.

Just as she was finishing her last ring, he began to cum in her mouth and she swallowed it with ease as if she was a professional at this. "Damn baby," Bryan groaned, pulling her up and stroking her hair away from her face. He kissed her and laid her on her back, rubbing her clit with his thumb, kissing her lips and neck. 

She wrapped her leg around his waist and straddled him, kissing his lips. "Ride," he suggested. 

"I don't know how," she whispered.

He lifted her hips and gave directions she did her best to follow. She was a bit clumsy, but that was okay. Bryan was going to enjoy teaching his tenderoni how to fuck. Young boys never wanted to teach. It was because they didn't know what they were doing themselves. Bryan knew what he was doing. 

Pamela's anxieties went away with each gentle flick of her skin from Bryan’s reassuring fingers. She couldn't concentrate on being nervous while her nerves were alive like this. 

Bryan watched her hips bouncing. Up, down, in, out. Her hips rotated to some unheard melody in her mind. Her palms rested on his chest, her feet sinking into the bed as she bounced, coating Bryan with the physical manifestation of her desire.

Bryan flipped her onto her back and spread her legs apart, causing a surprised yelp to escape Pamela and her eyes to widen. He chuckled, pushing her hair back softly and kissing her lips, pulling her bottom lip between his own. A whimper escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his body.

He entered her slowly, and she was slippery. He was practically sliding in and out, knocking every wall on his way back and forth.

"Ay, Bryan. Bryan. I can't take it. Oh, Papi," she whined. 

"You can take it," he promised. 

"Oh, God. It's so good."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and caught on to his rhythm, moving her hips in time to his deep thrusts. Each one felt like the perfect thunder. He was deeper and deeper in her womb, and damn she was breathing for this man!

The world seemed to go black for Pamela in that moment, all cognizant thought flying out the window. As she came floating back to Earth, her body felt like gelatin and her skin was an erupted volcano.

He wore her out held her close to him as her eyes drifted shut. He pushed her dark hair back and kissed her lips softly. He stroked her cheek. It was wrong, but it was right in the moments they lived it. 

                                                        Four Days

Pamela woke up in the middle of the night to Bryan gently shaking her. "Why don't you wash up and head to Jae's room," he suggested softly.  

Yawning, Pamela nodded and gathered her things, tiptoeing to her friend's bedroom. She quietly put the stilettos back in her bag and the lingerie in a plastic bag. She went to take a bird bath and climbed into the bottom bunk of Jada's bed.  

She awoke to the scent of pancakes, and her stomach growled. Groggily, she climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, and comb her hair.

Just as Pamela was leaving the bathroom, Bryan was coming into Jada's bedroom. She bumped into him. He smiled and kissed her. "Come on. Heather made breakfast, and I need to drop you home." 

Pamela nodded, taking in Bryan's appearance. Damn he looked so good in that suit, his goatee clean and neat with a few gray hairs making their appearance with the mostly black hairs. Bryan at forty-eight was damn good looking. His mature look was what turned Pamela on the most. The fact that he was so... grown.

He had sure handled her last night. Just thinking about it made her wet. No man her age could excite her like this.

"Okay."  

She walked ahead of him, her hips swaying seductively. He resisted the urge to touch her. At least for the moment. He could get in later.

They sat for breakfast. Jada was gushing about going to the lake in a few days and taking Pamela. It was going to be a blast, and she was convinced. "Oooh, Mela! We gotta buy some s'more stuff." 

"Yeah. Oh, and we need to buy batteries for the radio." 

"We'll just go to K-Mart or Walmart or something." 

"I love Walmart. My daddy tried to keep me in the car last time."  

Pamela laughed at her own love of Walmart, and Bryan admired it. Not that Heather wasn't beautiful. He still loved his wife, still thought she was beautiful, and had been physically faithful until Pamela.

He'd been thinking of his lie the whole way home. He even surprised himself with his slickness. But Heather had no reason to believe her husband was unfaithful, and least of all people with their goddaughter. He faced it, his wife wasn't young and taut like when they were in college. She didn't even go to the gym anymore.  

Not that the affair wasn't inadvertent. He didn't really plan to take Pamela. It just happened that he saw something he liked and did not have the will to practice his self-control. The girl had begun to look just so damn good. She was filling out. She was wearing less. She was now of age. No matter how morally corrupt it was, it was legal. Barely, but legal. 

Bryan had been content to let his fantasies be fantasies, never planning to make a move on his goddaughter. She just happened to be so bold and the horn dog in him could not resist her.

Heather smiled at the girls, shaking her head. "It's a good thing your father can afford your love of Walmart," she told Pamela. "And K-Mart and—" 

"We get it, Ma," Jada said.  

Heather was a laid-back mother. She was five years older than Bryan, but she thought she was ten years younger. She was a much looser parent than he was, that was for sure. He didn't trust his daughter with anyone except her mother and Jonta and Carmella. Heather was more prone to asking to meet the girls' parents when Jada was invited to sleepovers and to allow her some level of freedom and independence.  

"Anyway, girls. Why don't you niñas come to the shop later?" 

"Will you make that fudge cake with the oozy caramel?" Jada wondered. 

"Sure." 

"I'm in." 

A horn honked outside, and Jada picked up her purse. "That's Justine. Gotta get to the library. Goodbye, padres. Mela, I'll pick you up." 

"Hope you find what you're looking for," Pamela said as they exchanged pecks on the cheek.  

Jada was big on electronics. She and a few of her college friends were entering a robotics contest and Pamela promised her presence at the show. She had to support her god sister, or how could she call herself a friend?  

"Thank you." 

Heather looked at her watch and became alarmed. "Shit. Am late to open up." 

Heather was Ecuadorian, born and raised in Ecuador. She didn't learn English until her freshman year of college. She spoke textbook English when she was talking to strangers so that she could mask her accent. Sometimes, if she was rushing her words, she would forgot a word or two.  

"Don't worry, baby. I'll clean up before I head to work," Bryan promised easily. 

"Thank you." 

Heather kissed her husband goodbye and kissed Pamela's forehead.  

"Nos vemos más tarde," she said, grabbing her keys from the hook, telling them she'd see them later.

"Count on it, Madrina " 

Heather disappeared, and Pamela continued her breakfast. Bryan got up and started to clean. When he finished the few dishes from breakfast, Pamela decided to wash her own. 

Just as she finished and was wiping the water from her hand, bent over the kitchen counter, using the dish towel, Bryan put his arms around her and pressed his body close. She closed her eyes, taking in the scent of his soap. He kissed her neck, and she sighed as he used his hand to part her thighs.” I have to go to California," he whispered. Way to ruin the mood. 

"Why?" she whined, as if he was 
her
 man. 

"Business. But when I come back..." he left the thought to linger. 

Bryan turned Pamela around and kissed her on the lips, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm she never knew while he palmed her ass.

At any given moment, Heather could walk in. She could have forgotten something. Just the thrill of being caught scared Pamela. Yet, it turned her on so much more. 

Bryan fingered her, feeling her pulsate on his finger, her tight opening throbbing to be penetrated. "Bryan," she whispered. "Ay, Papi. Fuck me."

"Not today," he whispered, pulling his hand from under her skirt. 

Pamela's eyes popped open and she stared up into his teasing green eyes as he smirked. "Please," she begged. He kissed her again.

"I have to get you home."

In the car, Bryan had his hand under Pamela's skirt for the entire ride, fingering her, listening to her beg and moan. The sound off her lips caused a strain in his jeans. One he didn’t have time to allow her to attend to.

Bryan knew that if he allowed himself to engage in intercourse with Pamela, he was not going to be able to make a quickie quick. He was too deeply curious about her body and every curve of it. She was too new to think he could slide in and not continue to taste, caress, and explore her body.

Tilting her head upwards, Pamela could feel herself leak on his fingers, and she was just so turned on watching him lick them clean. She couldn't keep her legs closed.

Bryan pulled into her driveway, and she couldn't make herself get out of the car. So Bryan walked her into the house, and at the door, away from prying eyes, he leaned to Pamela's ear, pressing his hardness against her. "Four days," was all he whispered before he left the house and left her hot, bothered, and anxious.