Yaseer Haynes
“Daddy, I need you to send me some money,” Amill’s voice tore me out of my sleep.
My eyes popped open, and she was standing in front of me wearing a white crop top, an olive green mini skirt, and the shoes she bought while in Miami. When Marissa moved in here, I’d have to start locking my damn door to keep Amill out.
“No good morning. Just open up them pockets, Mr. ATM?” I grumbled, sitting up in bed. “Where is the rest of your skirt?”
“Good morning, daddy. The skirt covers everything just fine,” she bubbled, pressing the button on the wall to open my curtains. “Now, I need you to send me some money. Wayne is taking us to pick up our dresses, remember?”
This was exactly why I barely paid Amill any attention last night. All of her friends had cars, but they loved having Wayne drive them around on the weekends when I didn’t need him. They said it made them feel like royalty. Then she got over to Marissa’s house yesterday and acted like she had been begging for a car. Has she asked a few times? Of course. And I shot it down every time. My parents didn’t buy me a car until Igraduated from high school, and I was just following their path since it worked alright for me. Plus, I knew what me and Amill’s mother used to do in her car. I wasn’t going for that.
“We have to go today since you won’t let me skip school to go to the final fitting on a weekday. Afterwards, we are going to brunch, so I need money for the final payment of the dress and brunch.”
“You blow through money like water. You better start considering how you are going to sustain yourself.” Amill’s smile fell, and I burst out laughing. “Oh, you don’t like that thought, huh?”
Loud R&B music sounded off in the driveway. It was probably Amill’s best friend, Olivia, pulling up in that convertible Lexus with her music to the max. I didn’t mind the fact that the girls preferred for Wayne to drive them around because it was better than them zooming through the streets in that death trap.
“Wayne is already outside, and the girls are here, Daddy! I love you. Send the cash.” She requested while rushing out of my room.
I pulled my phone from the nightstand and sent Amill the money. A text came through a moment later.
Amill: Thank you, Daddy! I love you.
Me: I love you too.
After texting Amill, I went to my text thread with Marissa. She was up before me for once.
Marissa: Good morning. You up for breakfast?
Me: Yeah, let’s do breakfast at my place. I’ll cook for you.
Marissa: Okay. Send me your address and I’ll be on my way. We can cook together. We both had long weeks. Is Amill home?
Me: Nah, she is going to pick up her homecoming dress with her friends.
Marissa: OMG. When is her homecoming?
Me: Next Saturday.
Marissa: I know she is excited. If you need help with anything for her let me know. I’m on my way over.
Me: See you soon, beautiful.
Marissa was right around the corner from me all of this time, and we never ran into each other. Knowing I only had about five minutes before she was knocking on my door, I went into the bathroom to handle my hygiene. By the time I was done, Marissa was ringing my doorbell.
I stumbled down the stairs in a rush to see her face this morning. Pulling the door open, my eyebrows immediately knitted together.
“You drove over here in that hot ass teddy coat?”
“Yep,” she giggled, placing her hands on my chest, pushing me back into the house. Her seductive eyes were locked on mine until we made it out of the entryway, and then her attentionwent to the two-story foyer, and massive great room with the two-story windows overlooking Tampa Bay.
“The view is a perfect backdrop,” Marissa grinned, slipping the coat off her shoulders, revealing the violet teddy.
My eyes roamed her body until they landed on the matching purple platform heels. I swept Marissa off her feet, holding her in the bridal position, allowing her to melt into my chest. Her lips graced mine, and I tasted the grape flavor of her gloss again. Marissa’s hand reached down, gently caressing my hard dick when we were stable on the second level of the home. My feet didn’t stop moving until we were in my bedroom.
My grip on her tightened as soft moans spilled into my mouth. I reached the bed and lowered her onto the sheets with care. Marissa was something rare, and I was thankful for the opportunity to experience it and make her mine. Her braids spilled across my plush comforter.
I eased on top of her slowly, my hands gliding up her thighs until I hovered above her, our eyes locked at the same level. “I don’t think you know what you do to me,” I muttered, allowing my hands to gently caress between her legs.
