Don't Tell Daddy (4 page)

"Let's play a little game." 

"Does it involve you fucking me?" 

"Maybe." 

She pouted, and he kissed her lips softly, pulling her into the kitchen. He blindfolded her and tied her hands with a towel. "These are the rules," he said against her ear. "I'm going to feed you something. The first correct guess, I'll stroke your pussy for you." His soothing voice made her wetter, and her pussy cried in victory. "Second right guess, I'll eat her for you," he continued, briefly touching the soaking folds of flesh "If the third guess is right, I'll fuck you so good, you'll speak in tongues." 

"Okay," she quickly agreed, breathless in anticipation.  

"But..."  

Her heart fell. There was a catch? Why? She needed him so badly. He could never understand the last four days for her. She wouldn’t even allow Elijah to touch her because it would only piss her off.

"Please, Bryan." 

"You only get to guess wrong twice. Tell your taste buds to ante up." 

Bryan opened the fridge and brought out a chocolate covered cherry. He ran it along Pamela's dripping cherry. "Open your mouth."  

She obeyed and he fed her the chocolate-covered fruit, coated with her juices. She took her time, deciding wisely. "A chocolate cherry," she asked with hesitance. He smiled and pulled the bikini bottoms off, rubbing her, his finger immediately coated with her juices as she moaned. He kissed her as he stroked her clit. She sighed in relief. "Mmm, Bryan." 

He flicked her with his thumb, slowing down, speeding up. She couldn't take it. "Oh, uh... Ahhh, Bryan!" 

He watched her head tilt back, her lips parted as her chest heaved with her appreciative moans. He had to restrain himself from replacing his fingers with his tongue to lap at her dripping juices as she coated his fingers.

Right with her on the edge, he stopped and kissed her, effectively putting an end to her whining. He put his finger in his mouth, giving her the other.  

"Taste yourself," he whispered. She moaned, sucking her juices off of his finger. "I sincerely hope you get this next one," he said, his tongue flicking her throat.

Bryan searched for his next test and found a fig. He again ran it over her raining pussy. She shivered. He fed her the fruit, and she took a while to guess. “A date?”

“Incorrect,” he said softly, giving her another bite of the fruit.

After a longer think session, she bit her lip in hesitance before answering, “Fig?”

He took off her bikini top and sucked her titties, moving down to kiss her stomach. He savored every moment of his lips against her soft skin, taking the time to enjoy it.

Pamela so badly wanted to run her fingers over his waves, was anxious to feel his hair against her fingers.

When Bryan arrived at her soaking pussy, he admired it. "You have a pretty pussy," he whispered, parting her lips.

She was squirming in anxiety. "Gracias. Ay, favor, Papi. Cómeme."  Thanking him, she begged him to eat her.

She would never know what that begging did to him. How much he enjoyed that she was so able and willing to explicitly express her longings to him. He was going to make sure she got what she was after, he just enjoyed having her asking for it.

Her breathing was harsh, and he chuckled. "Don't worry, mami. I will," he assured her. 

He squeezed her nipples, kissing her stomach. Her anticipation built up as he kissed her inner thighs, but not the hottest spot. He looked up at her biting her lip and felt her body as she tried to control herself.

"Cómeme," she begged, wishing she could grab his head and put it inside.  

He teased her, playfully flicking his tongue across her clit. This was done purely for his pleasure, to see how much longer it took before her begging became demands. He loved it that she knew how to ask for what she wanted, but he wanted her to demand it.

"Please, please," she begged. "Mm Bryan. Oh, please,” she moaned as he briefly ran a finger over her lips.

“What is it you want, Pamela?” he inquired.

“Eat me. Eat me!" 

"Now, Pamela. You really must learn to control your urges and to have patience." 

She really only had to say it once. He was having far more fun with this than she was. To her, the anticipation was pure torture and he was dead wrong.

She whimpered as his tongue ran across the folds of her lips.  

"Please," she whispered. Bryan parted her lips and slurped at all the rain that had poured. Her hips gyrated as she fucked his face. "Oh, daddy, daddy," she squealed.  

Bryan was eating like he never would again, plunging his tongue deep, nibbling on her clitoris. Her moans just turned him on. He stopped, again, right when she was ready to cum. "Bryan," she whined.  

"One more guess, and you'll be freed." 

She nodded fervently. The promise of hard dick was much more appealing than the head.

Bryan went to the freezer and got out a pint of caramel ice cream. He gave Mela a spoonful. Her first guess was far off, but she guessed it right immediately after, and Bryan let her out the cuffs, but not the blindfold.  

He led her to the room she was sleeping in and lay her down. He caressed her soft skin. "Do you want it?" he asked, dipping a finger into her drenched cave.  

"Yes," she whispered, arching her back.  

"Say it. Tell me what you want," he whispered.  

This left Pamela speechless. She didn't know. She just wanted him inside of her. There was no specific position she had in mind as long as it resulted in him sliding in.

Bryan chuckled at her cluelessness. It was cute. "Closed mouths don't get fed," he informed her.  

"But I don't know," she whined, squirming. Would he just fuck her already? 

"Hmm." 

He brushed his lips across her stomach and took her breast in his mouth, kneading the other, skillfully stimulating her nipple.  

"Mmm. Bryan." 

Bryan lifted her up and lay on his back, pulling her into his lap. He put his dick inside her tightness, and she sighed. "Today, querida," he said, hands rubbing her flat stomach, cupping her breasts, gripping her ass. "You're going to learn to ride." 

She only nodded, wishing she could see his sexy face. He gave directions, his thumbs massaging her clit. She moaned, grinding up and down, back and forth. He watched her prefect titties bounce and jiggle. Like a train going through a tunnel, it was hard, dark, and fast.

She struggled for breath, her muscles aching as she worked them in a way she never had, balancing herself on Bryan’s shaft.

As her legs began to shake and she could no longer hold herself up, Bryan put his arm around her waist and shifted their positions. “You earned this orgasm,” he told her, kissing her lips as he pumped in and out of her.

He was right. She had worked hard for this release and she was going to allow it to consume her. The closer she got to nirvana, the further away reality seemed. All that mattered was how good he felt inside of her, how each stroke was intended only to please her. For this moment, he was hers and she was his.

                                         
Physicality

Pamela woke up in Bryan's arms, the sun beaming on her skin. She tried to get out of bed, but Bryan pulled her back. "Where do you think you're going?" he questioned.  

"To the kitchen." 

"Stay here, baby," he whispered on her ear.  

"Okay." 

She was content to lay in his arms while she could. He kissed her. The feeling was quickly becoming deeper than lust. She should have known it would. The connection was already there. She just savored the feeling.  

"Do you want breakfast?" she asked, smiling.  

"Just lie here," he said, stroking her hair.  

Bryan shifted onto her, kissing her neck. "Make love with me," he whispered.

So funny how things changed in the course of five days. Making love. She had to keep her heart out of this, but that proved to be a real task. Bryan wasn’t just some man she’d picked up and started getting physical with. Bryan was someone she already loved and already had a relationship with.

"Fuck me," she said boldly.

She didn't want to take him. Just borrow him a little while. Knowing her godmother would be hurt if she found out didn’t stop Pamela from going for it. It just made her want to ensure her madrina never found out.

Bryan, morning breath and all, kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip. "You're sexy in the morning," he told her, his voice husky. He kissed her again, feeling through her disheveled hair. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his touch. The feeling of being his for this moment.  

He stopped and looked at her a second. 

"What?" she whined. 

"We're not doing it missionary." 

"But that's so—" 

He cut her off with a kiss. She moaned softly. "Unwrap your legs," he instructed gently. She did as she was told, and he sat up. He stared at her for a minute. She grew self-conscious, but he smiled, and flicked her clitoris.

"Mm, papi," she moaned.  

He lifted her knees up towards her chest and entered her, stroking her in, out, in, out. She put her ankles around his shoulder, moaning.  

Pamela liked this. Morning sex was the best. This was a pleasant thing to wake up to. She could feel him against her walls with every thrust in and out of her.

As Bryan looked down at Pamela, he enjoyed looking at her enjoying him, her gray eyes alight with excitement.

He never imagined the day he’d get the privilege of being inside of this woman. Despite his history of beautiful lovers, despite his beautiful wife, he saw being with Pamela as a privilege and not a conquest. Not an escapade.

Afterwards, he kissed her. "Now you can make me breakfast," he teased, playfully nipping her lip.  

"Mm. Okay, Bryan," she said, smiling. "What do you want to eat?" 

He didn't answer, kissing her neck. She moaned from the sensation. He knew what he was doing and she knew that he did.

He got off her. "Surprise me." 

He playfully tapped her ass as she got out of bed and put on a robe. She headed to the kitchen and made mangú, a traditional Dominican breakfast. She sliced up papaya and poured them glasses of milk.

"Feed me," he told her.

Pamela sat in the bed and picked up a slice of the fruit, placing it delicately between Bryan’s full, thick lips. She was enamored, watching him bite into it. Her insides stirred to have those lips kissing her below the waist.

Bryan leaned towards Pamela with a piece of the fruit sticking out and pulled her face closer, allowing her to take the fruit from his mouth and kiss him. He moved the mangú onto the nightstand as he laid her back. “We should eat,” she panted.

“Allow me,” he suggested, lifting her nightgown and parting her thighs.

Pamela could not find any strength to protest as she stared up at the ceiling in anticipation.

In her heart, she knew this was wrong. But she couldn’t make herself stop. It felt too good. She had dreamed about this for so long. Having something she never thought she could, no matter how forbidden, made her feel powerful.

“Ay,” she sighed the second Bryan’s wet tongue met her flesh.

Bryan parted her lips, his tongue slipping between her warm walls as her sweet taste engulfed his senses. His thumb stroked her clit as he licked her honey. Listening to her moans let him know that he was doing right.

Pamela became choked up as her muscle began to throb harder and faster, her love gushing out like a waterfall against Bryan’s face. He licked every last drop and kissed his way up to her mouth, pulling her tongue into his own.

“How was that, mami?”

All Pamela could do was push out a satisfied breath. Words would fail her. Her very own voice would fail her.

Grinning in victory, Bryan pulled Pamela into his lap and fed her breakfast, allowing her to feed him, stealing the occasional kiss.

After breakfast, Pamela took a shower while Bryan cleaned up.  

Fresh and clean, clad in a bikini to swim, she headed to the kitchen. "Look at you," Bryan said, his eyes darkened with lust as he licked his lips. He pulled her closer by the waist.

Each time he got around this girl, all he wanted to do was put it in her and then hold her close and put it in her again. Outside of Heather, he’d never felt an attraction this strong.

"Join me in the lake." 

"I think I will." 

Bryan leaned towards Pamela. He could almost taste her breath when they heard the front door.

Pamela pulled away from Bryan and grabbed a glass from the cupboard as Bryan turned back to the dishes. "Dad!" his oldest son, Marc, called.  

"In the kitchen, son." 

Marc entered the kitchen with a backpack. His eyes landed on Pamela, and he smiled. He hadn't seen her since she was a girl. Maybe around thirteen or fourteen. "Hey, Mela. Long tine no see," he said. She smiled over her shoulder as she got her orange juice.