Precious Lee as
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John David Washington as
"So? What do you think?"
"Shh! I'm still reading."
Lamar anxiously paced the front of his bedroom. His deep brown eyes ever so frequently glancing at his girlfriend sitting on his bed. She was so laser-focused on his screenplay, her face was practically glued to the laptop.
"Baby girl, you're killing me," Lamar groaned.
"Lamar, if you don't calm your impatient black ass down and let me finish this here good ass script," Melody snapped at him.
A grin crept on Lamar's face as his eyes widened.
"For real?! You think it's good??"
Melody raised her eyes at Lamar and couldn't help the smile that painted her face.
"Baby, this shit is pure gold," she said finally. "I swear you're such a damn genius."
"YES!" Lamar said pumping his fist into the air. "Shit, baby, you have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that!"
"Okay, now hush, so I can finish these last few pages," she said diving her eyes back to the laptop screen.
Lamar had to practically force himself away from the bed to keep himself distracted. He had been working on this screenplay for months. Hours and hours of what little time he had to himself was spent perfecting a story that had been so dear to his heart.
When he typed the last words, he couldn't wait to get it in front of his baby.
And to hear her already singing his praises... it ignited the confidence he desperately needed. No one was more critical of his work than himself.
He felt his phone buzz in his gym shorts and pulled it from his pocket.
Mikey G: "LB! You stay dodgin my txts, nigga.🖕🏽Dont think I aint seen that 'read' receipt! 🤨"
Lamar smirked as he texted back.
Lamar: "My bad, playa. 😅 You know I've been busy with school and shit 🤷🏿♂️."
Mikey G: "You still workin on that damn comic book? 🙄 Nigga, forreal, we supposed to be focusin on these playoffs and you out here thinkin you Jim Cameron or some shit. 😒 Quit playin you missed like 2 practices already. Team needs you, bro. Scouters comin to see us play this week 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽."
Lamar frowned as his thumb hovered over his keypad. He hated that there was only one person in his life that supported his true passion.
Mikey G: "Practice @ 8 tomorrow. Whole team will be waiting for you, LB."
Lamar felt his throat dry up. There was no point in texting back.
He tucked his phone into his pocket when he heard his girl clear her throat.
Turning around he looked at Melody who was closing his laptop before she started a slow clap.
"Mind. Blown," she said. "That ending was on point. And when he saw his mother! Bout to have a bitch ruining her makeup."
Lamar laughed as Melody dramatically fanned her face to keep her non-existent tears at bay.
"I'm glad you liked it, baby girl..."
Melody's smirk slowly fell away when she caught the somber tone in his voice.
"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said shrugging his shoulder.
"Lamar," she said more firmly. "Come on, boo, tell me what's wrong."
Lamar glanced at her before he let out a slow breath. His hands sat in his pockets as he leaned back against the dresser trying to find his words.
"You like my writing," he said.
"Baby, I love you're writing," she said. "You're amazing."
"And what about when I'm playing?" he said looking at her. "When I'm out on the field."
Melody sat back against the bed and locked eyes with him.
"You're the best player on the team, Lamar," she told him.
Lamar scoffed as he diverted his eyes. "Jack of all trades. Master of none."
Melody furrowed her brows as she scooted towards the edge of the bed. "What the heck are you talking about? Why you playin' yourself like this?"
"Mel, I... I'm having a really hard time balancing my passion for writing... and playing football," he sighed.
Melody twisted her mouth as she cocked her head to the side.
"I thought you loved football," she said.
"I did... when I was in high school," he said walking towards the bed. "But I love writing more. And this screenplay means everything to me. I get this in front of the right people, and you know what that could mean for me?"
"What happened to your dream to be in the NFL?" she asked.
Lamar shook his head with a sigh. "That's not my dream, Mel. That's my pop's dream."
Melody's bottom lip jutted out when she saw the forlorn look on her lover's face. Lamar was the most talented, empathetic, and gifted man she had ever met.
She remembered when she first saw him on campus.
Quarterback. A-student. Fine as hell.
He was Mr. Popular. Loved by all. Surrounded by aspiring athletes and pursued by women shaped like a Khardasian and had 'Instagram model' listed in their bios.
But it was Melody that Lamar had eyes for.
The night he first spoke to her played often like a film reel in her mind.
Open-mic for poetry slam was one of the few campus activities that Melody looked forward to on a weekly basis. Her small sanctuary as a big black woman in a PWI... her only saving grace for taking her mother's advice instead of going with her gut to attend an HBCU.
"Daring to take up space..."
Those were the first words Lamar heard when he walked into that small crowded room. The first words that hooked him in like a fish, waiting to be reeled in.
"Black faces in white spaces. My existence makes you uncomfortable. And in your eyes I see the rage for a black bitch like me that dares to take up the space you feel entitled to. There's an inherent violence in the way you look at me that manifests in the way I see myself."
Lamar had felt such passion in the words that fell from Melody's lips. There was pain. There was angst. There was frustration.
But when she smiled as she celebrated herself.
There was beauty. There was joy. There was peace.
Her ability to express her inner thoughts so beautifully and so seamlessly left him stunned. Wanting more.
What kind of woman...
And despite his alluring power to turn heads, Lamar had mastered the art of humility.
Imagine her surprise when the school's star quarterback sought her advice on writing... poetry.
"So you're not just some fine ass dumb jock," she had smirked at him.
Those words had catapulted them into a loving relationship.
There were so many things to love about him.
Which made his look of hopelessness in this moment hurt that much more.
Melody gently grabbed his face between her hands and looked into his dark brown eyes, laced with doubt.
"You need to do what's best for you, Lamar. Not anyone else... you..."
She gently ran her thumb against his cheek.
"No matter which direction you go, I promise, I'll support you, baby," she reassured him.
Lamar had himself a good woman. He was well aware of it. Since his mother walked out of his life, he never thought he'd have the kind of support she used to give him as a boy. His father had only ever shown him tough love, but there was a tender love that he craved.
And Melody was it.
He leaned over the bed, caging her between his arms, immediately pushing his lips against her soft plump ones.
His strong hands possessively gripped her large thick thighs, as he forced her back onto the bed.
"So that's all it takes to make you horny, baby?" she smirked against his lips.
"Baby girl, one look at you is enough to make me wanna beat that pussy the fuck up," he grinned as he took her fat bottom lip between his teeth.
That was another thing Melody loved about her Lamar. How he was able to go from a romantic sweetheart to a foul-mouthed sex god in a matter of seconds.
Melody eased backward on the bed as Lamar crawled on top of her. He reluctantly peeled his lips from hers as he sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head.
She had seen this man naked hundreds of times, and each time never failed to leave her breathless. His dark brown skin felt soft yet firm beneath her palms as she ran her fingers over his tatted chest. He allowed her to feel the ridges of his abdominal muscles for just a second before his hands disappeared underneath his long shirt that she had been wearing and impatiently pulled down her panties.
"I swear to this day I still don't know why you wear this shit in my bed after I done told you to keep them off," he grinned at her.
"You're a whole damn fool, you know that?" she said rolling her eyes at him.
Lamar bit his lip when he felt the damp cloth between his fingers. He tossed it over his shoulders and impatiently grabbed both of her legs before hoisting them over his shoulders.
Her supple thighs nearly swallowed his head that was all too eager to dive into her pussy. He barely gave her a second to think before she felt his tongue between her lips.
"Fuck, Lamar!" she gasped as she instinctively grabbed the back of his head. Her fingers tugging at his soft kinky hair.
Despite being a romantic outside of the bedroom, Lamar was the complete and total opposite beneath the sheets.
He loved to smack her large ass and thick thighs just to watch the way they jiggled. It was a huge turn on for him that always left her sore, wet, and wanting more.
She winced as she felt the harsh sting of him slapping the outside of her thigh as he tightened her legs around his neck.
"Who's pussy is this, baby girl," Lamar growled between her legs.
"I-it's yours, baby, ah!" she gasped as she felt his tongue suck her clit fervently between his lips.
Her hand desperately clenched the back of the headboard before she felt her body start to quake with the ferociousness of her orgasm.
Her chest rose and fell erratically as she tried to catch her breath. But Lamar was already sitting up and wrapping her legs around his waist as he released his enormous manhood from his shorts.
"Gotdammit, Lamar!" she gasped as he plunged his thick length deep inside her tight, wet hole.
"That's it, baby girl," Lamar groaned as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her chest flushed to his. "Been dying to fuck the shit out of this pussy."
Melody wrapped her arms around Lamar, trying to cling to him for balance as he pounded her into the bed so hard, the headboard continuously slammed against the wall behind them.
She panted in his ear, making him even more excited as his grip tightened on her waist.
Her body jumped and she let out a squeal as his hand landed harshly on her ass. He grabbed both large cheeks in his palms and squeezed hard as he rocked her body against his.
Melody bit down on his shoulder, just to stifle her scream. She had nearly forgotten that his father was visiting for the week.
The last thing he needed was to hear his son's girlfriend screaming from being fucked into next week.
Her orgasm crept up on her so quickly she barely had time to prepare her body before she was trembling uncontrollably.
At some point she temporarily lost her hearing.
She fell back against his pillow trying to catch her breath as her senses slowly started to catch up with her again. She felt the bed dip beside her as Lamar lay next to her.
"You good, baby girl?"
She felt Lamar's fingers gently graze the inside of her sore and damp thighs, feeling the mixture of their juices coating her skin.
She glanced at him and smirked. "Yea, baby, I'm good."
Lamar grinned as he leaned over her and took her bottom lip between his teeth again. His hands ran along her plump waist and over the curves of her hips before disappearing beneath her now sweaty shirt.
"You know, I love you, right, Mel?" he said against her lips.
Melody pulled back from him and caressed his cheek. Admiring how beautiful their skin tones melted into one. She tugged at the back of his hair, feeling his soft coily curls that had been styled into a frohawk on his head.
She looked into his eyes and could see the layer of desire just barely covering his look of love.
"... I know, baby..." she smiled at him before she pulled him to her again.
Melody rolled over in bed, pushing her face into the pillow. A smile painted her lips to smell Lamar's cologne, but her nostrils were quickly invaded by the smell of grilled steak instead.
Her eyes slowly opened open as she felt around the bed. No Lamar to be found.
Like a zombie, she stumbled out of bed. Her stomach grumbling louder each time she inhaled the delicious aroma. Her feet leading her to the door.
She could hear two different voices as she got closer to the kitchen in Lamar's small apartment.
"I heard you guys got scouters visiting this week."
"...yea... it's no big deal tho. Scouters come all the time and don't really do much. I wouldn't get too excited."
"Lamar, it's always a big deal when there's a potential opportunity for you to get recruited. And you deserve it. You're the best player on the team."
Lamar looked at his father sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop open in front of him. His glasses sat on his nose as his eyes quickly scanned the screen before he glanced at his son who hadn't responded.
"Yea. I mean.. yea, you right..." Lamar said quickly turning back to the stove top he was cooking on.
Daryl raised a brow at Lamar's peculiar behavior before he looked back at the screen.
"Maybe I should come early. See if I can talk to one of them for you," Daryl said typing on his laptop.
"Pop, you doin' too much now. Relax. If they want me, they can talk to my coach. You ain't gotta intervene on my behalf," Lamar sighed.
"Boy, you know I'm just lookin' out for you. I really don't think your coach is doing enough for you guys anyway. Sometimes I feel like your potential is wasted at that school," Daryl said. "If things don't work out, we should look into transferring."
Lamar couldn't help but roll his eyes. There was no way in hell he was going to transfer schools all in the name of football.
And especially not if it meant leaving his girl.
Daryl and Lamar quickly looked up at the sound of a door closing when they saw Melody walk towards the kitchen.
"Hi, Mr. James," she said sleepily.
"Hey, Melody," Daryl smiled warmly at her. "You look tired. Late night studying?"
"Yea..." she said feeling her cheeks get hot. She glanced at Lamar who smirked at her before turning back to the stove.
"Are you having dinner with us tonight?" Melody asked as she walked to the fridge.
Daryl's eyes followed her as she opened the fridge and bent over, sorting through one of the drawers.
The shorts that she had on were, in his opinion, entirely too short. The little bit of her ass cheeks that were exposed beneath made him quickly divert his eyes back to his screen.
Daryl shook his head as he tried to focus on the work on his computer. His job forced him to travel quite a bit, and he was happy with the opportunity to stay with his son for a week while he was in town.
Even if it meant being around Melody...
Daryl looked up to see Melody sitting at the table across from him. A cup of water in her hand as she leaned on the table. Her breasts were so large beneath Lamar's shirt that they practically sat on the table as she stared at him with those big beautiful brown doe eyes.
"Yes?" he asked quickly.
Melody smiled sweetly. "I asked if you were having dinner with us tonight."
"Yea, he is, babe," Lamar said before Daryl could answer. "Why else you think my ass is cookin'?"
Melody rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "He never cooks. It's usually me," she said ironically to Daryl. "He's just trying to impress you."
"You mean poison," Daryl smirked. "I told him to order take-out, but he insisted. I'm surprised my boy can make a bowl of cereal."
"I'm surprised he didn't burn the kitchen down," Melody teased.
"Aight, coo. So y'all just gonna roast me like that? I see how it is," Lamar rolled his eyes.
"You know I'm just playin' with you, baby," Melody teased.
Daryl watched his son wink at Melody as she blew him a kiss back.
He again lowered his eyes to his screen and leaned back in his chair.
The doorbell rang and Melody quickly looked at Lamar in confusion.
"It's Jared. Dropping off some things for practice. Watch the stove for me, babe?" Lamar said.
Melody nodded and stood from the table to walk to the stove as Lamar headed out of the kitchen.
She glanced at the pan he was searing the steak in before she picked up the bowl he was stirring a sauce. Raising the spoon, she tasted it before putting it down to add more seasoning.
Daryl was eerily silent.
She glanced at him to see him focused on his laptop. Almost too focused.
Was he avoiding her?
Her eyes wandered over his white button down shirt that exposed the beautiful dark mocha skin beneath. He and his son had a similar build. It was no wonder how Lamar was so damn fine.
He got his from his daddy.
Melody hated to admit it, but she had had a crush on Daryl from the first time Lamar introduced them to each other. She had had far too many wet dreams about him to count. He ignited a fire in her that was increasingly difficult to put out. And it made her feel guilty to lust after her boyfriend's father like that but... she couldn't help it.
Everything he did turned her on.
The way he spoke. The way he would nibble on his little finger while rubbing his temple to concentrate. The small smile he would rarely make when she managed to make him laugh. The base in his voice. The way his eyes lit up whenever he saw her...
Yet for some reason he wasn't looking at her now.
"So what does your job have you doing this week?"
Daryl paused before speaking as he kept his eyes on his laptop screen.
"Checking out a few sites in the area where I'll direct our engineers to manufacture the water pipes for a new housing district," he said.
"Ah... so you're laying pipe.." she smirked.
Daryl quickly looked up at Melody surprised, until he caught the teasing look in her gaze.
"I'm just playing with you, Mr. James..." she chuckled softly.
"You and your jokes Melody..." he said lowly as he glanced back down at his laptop.
Melody frowned at how quickly he diverted his eyes from her.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. James?" she asked.
"Why would there be something wrong?"
"Well... you refuse to look at me for some reason," she said with a hint of confusion in her voice.
Daryl hesitated to speak. "I'm just... very busy, Melody..."
Daryl heard Melody sigh in disappointment and he couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was trying to do. She was clearly aware of the effect she had on him.
She was a walking temptation.
And it sincerely bothered him how often he thought about her. He frequently wondered what she looked like naked. What her lips tasted like. How her skin felt. How her pussy-
"Sorry that took so long," Lamar said walking back into the kitchen. "You didn't burn the food, did you, baby?" Lamar smirked.
Melody rolled her eyes. "Boy bye. If anything I made it better."
"Yea, okay," Lamar grinned as he kissed her cheek.
Daryl's frown deepened as he carefully watched his son.
He had always tried to be supportive of Lamar. His son meant the world to him. And since his ex-wife had left them, he had tried to strengthen their relationship by staying focused on his sports and schooling. But he often felt it just pushed his son further away.
And now as he felt a tinge of jealousy from watching the intimacy between Lamar and Melody, he couldn't help but wonder...
What kind of father lusted for his son's girlfriend?
The three of them sat at the kitchen table, engorging the dinner that Lamar had prepared.
Lamar was rather talkative as he informed his father about his new screenplay.
"It would mean a lot to me if you read it," Lamar insisted as he played with his fork. "I think you'd like it."
"I don't know, Lamar," Daryl sighed. "It bothers me that you're spending all this time on a damn story when you should be focusing on your game."
"But pops, this is important to me," Lamar insisted.
"And football isn't?" Daryl asked.
Lamar tightened his lip as he looked down at his food. He was beyond frustrated and Melody could feel it.
She looked between father and son and swallowed down her food before speaking.
"Mr. James," she said softly causing both Daryl and Lamar to look at her. "I really think you should take a look at Lamar's screenplay. It's really good."
"Melody, listen-" Daryl started.
"It's about a young boy who lives with his father," Melody interrupted him. "The two of them are constantly hit with a series of obstacles that seem impossible to get past. The boy's relationship with his father is detached and consistently deteriorating over time. His father is protective and loves the young boy but he is distant for reasons the boy doesn't understand. Later the boy starts to discovers that he harnesses these incredible powers. He can fly. Shake the earth. Change the weather. Manipulate electricity. It's amazing the things he can do. But he also makes a lot of mistakes and gains many enemies as he grows into his powers. He has a hard time learning these powers on his own because he doesn't feel he has the type of relationship with his father where he can share his... condition. Do you want to know the twist of the story, Mr. James?"
Daryl looked at Melody curiously.
"Well, you'll just have to read it for yourself to find out," she smiled at him.
Daryl raised his brows before a smirk came to his perfect face. He glanced at Lamar who seemed rather enchanted by how boldly she had spoken up for him. It wasn't hard to see why he was madly in love with her.
"She's right," Daryl said getting Lamar's attention. Lamar looked as his father startled.
"What?" Lamar said not sure if he heard correctly.
"Melody... she's right," Daryl glanced at her. "If it's something you're passionate about... I wanna read it. I'll give it a chance."
"Really?" Lamar asked.
Daryl nodded with a smirk. "Email it to me. I'll read it tonight."
"It's pretty long. It took Mel two days to read it," Lamar said.
Daryl shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Send it to me."
A huge smile painted Lamar's face as he gripped his fork tighter. "Aight... cool. I'll... I'll send it to you now."
Melody played with the food on her plate feeling rather proud of her small accomplishment. Daryl wasn't one to give in so quickly.
She bit her lip as she slowly raised her eyes to meet Daryl's probing gaze.
Her pussy pulsated.
Not too long after dinner, Daryl dismissed himself to make a run for work. It disappointed Melody a bit that he left so quickly. But she had to gather herself real quick for desiring her boyfriend's father.
She had lay in bed with Lamar for about an hour before his teammates were harassing him to meet up again.
"Come on, Lamar, seriously? It's late," she groaned as she tugged at his hand, trying to keep him from leaving.
"I won't be long, baby girl, I promise. Just go to sleep. I'll be back before you even realize it," Lamar assured her.
Melody sighed with a pout as Lamar leaned down and grabbed her chin between his finger and thumb, pressing his lips against hers for a brief kiss.
He grabbed his gym bag and headed out of the room. She waited until she heard the front door close.
She sighed in frustration. She was alone now.
Alone with her thoughts.
She thought back to Daryl. How he had brushed up against her in the kitchen to get a mug from the cabinet. The smell of his cologne that sent her senses into overdrive. How she caught him staring at her ass through the reflection of the pot on the stove.
"God! Why the fuck do I want him so damn badly?!" she groaned in frustration.
She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into her face to stifle a scream of aggravation.
Turning on the television, her head plopped back against the pillow as she stared at the TV screen mounted on Lamar's wall.
Another Marvel movie was on.
Melody hoped that one day Lamar would make it big. Not in football, but in what he loved. She hoped that Daryl would genuinely read his work and realize how talented his son was.
And there it was again.
Her mind always went back to him.
Her hand drifted down her plump waist until it reached the hem of her panties and sifted beneath the cloth.
She slowly closed her eyes, a slight moan escaping her lips as she rotated her clit in slow circles.
His name felt so good falling from her lips. Yet it didn't feel quite as perfect as...
"Daddy... oh fuck me, daddy..."
Her lips parted as her fingers moved quicker against her core. Her thighs tightened around her wrist as she felt her stomach tighten and that rush take over her.
"Oh god! Oh daddy!" she panted as her hips moved in motion with her fingers, desperately riding out her high.
She was disappointed the feeling didn't last as long as she wanted.
Sighing with regret, she rolled over on her stomach and stuffed her face into the pillow until she fell asleep.
That night, Melody dreamed of Lamar. She dreamed that he met Ryan Coogler who instantly fell in love with his screenplay and was eager to take off with the idea.
She dreamed of him walking down the red carpet with tons of other celebrities. Accepting his first award of many more to come.
She dreamed that he went on to create hundreds of successful stories as he became a world famous screenwriter.
But like all odd dreams, it had taken a turn.
She dreamed of Daryl...
Tiptoeing into the living room, she found him sitting alone on the couch, working on his laptop as usual.
"What are you still doing up?" she asked him.
Daryl looked up from his laptop and caught Melody standing at the foot of the couch wearing only a long white t-shirt that stopped just above her large luscious thighs. Teasing a sliver of her tempting red panties.
"...I should ask you the same thing..." he said to her with a raised brow.
Melody smirked as she walked towards the couch and sat down in front of him.
"How can I sleep when I keep thinking of you," she said leaning her head on her hand.
Daryl looked at her seriously. "Don't say that."
"Because I really don't need you making this harder than it already is," he said to her.
"What's hard...?" she said leaning towards him. "You?"
Melody could hear her inner self chuckling. She could only ever be this bold in her dreams.
"Do I make you hard, Mr. James," she teased. "Cause you sure as hell make me...wet..."
Daryl blinked at her as his Adam's apple bobbed anxiously. His eyes fell to her lap as he caught her fingers teasingly rubbing the front of her panties.
"..so wet.." she repeated as she bit her bottom lip.
He closed his laptop and placed it on the small table next to the couch.
"Done working already?" she asked innocently.
"Come here," he said firmly.
Melody felt a light shiver from his demanding tone and intimidating gaze.
"Now," he added.
She slowly inched towards him on the couch and instinctively pulled back slightly as he leaned towards her.
"Don't pull back from me..." he said quickly grabbing the front of her shirt and pulling her towards him. His hand slipped around her waist as he held her up firmly.
Her body felt on fire from his touch alone. His grip was so possessive and demanding she wanted to coil her body around his in that moment.
His eyes searched hers for what felt like forever before her plump lips parted, letting out a startling gasp.
His entire palm cupped her core, his eyes locked with hers.
An amused grin teased the corners of his mouth as he leaned in closer and nuzzled her cheek with his.
"Huh... you were right..." he groaned against her ear. "You are wet for me..."
Her body temperature rose several degrees higher as she felt his fingers sneak beneath her panties. Another gasp escaped her lips as his fingers slid down between her lips.
"I knew my princess would have a fat wet pussy," he groaned.
She squealed as he plunged two fingers deep inside her cunt as his palm applied intense pressure to her clit.
"You think I don't know..." he whispered against her ear. "How you touch yourself when you think of me. How you call me 'daddy'. How badly you want me to fuck the shit out of this tight little pussy."
Melody could barely keep up as he picked up his pace. His fingers made quick work of her.
"Tell daddy what you want, princess, and I'll take care of you..." he guttered in her ear.
Melody tried to speak but his fingers were beyond overwhelming. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head when he firmly grabbed her throat to look into her eyes. His fingers furiously pumping into her.
"Answer daddy when he's talking to you," he demanded.
Melody took a quick breath before choking out her words. "I want you to fuck me so hard daddy."
Daryl looked at her lips before pulling her head forward and aggressively moving his lips against hers. He snaked his tongue into her mouth, groaning in pure ecstasy from her taste.
Melody tried to savor the kiss, enjoying his warm tongue against hers when he quickly pushed her back on the couch. His hands found the waistband of her red panties before he tore the delicate material from her hips. She saw him stuff them into his pocket before he stood from the couch and effortlessly picked her up.
She looked into his eyes as he carried her to the bedroom.
This dream was intense.
He kicked open the door before kicking it shut behind him and walking to the bed. He immediately dropped her on the bed and rolled her onto her stomach.
"On your knees," he demanded.
She crawled onto her knees and let out a loud yelp as she felt the stinging sensation of his hand landing painfully against her ass.
This is when her dreams started to bleed into her subconscious. Lamar was the only man she ever slept with that loved to slap her ass like that. It made sense that having sex with his father in her dreams would be similar to their own love making.
"Gotdamn, princess, that ass... I've been dying to have my way this fat ass."
The James men were definitely ass men. She had caught Daryl staring quite a few times.
She bit her bottom lip in anticipation as she felt his hands selfishly grab her cheeks and spread them apart.
"Look at my princess dripping..." she heard him groan from behind.
She shivered deliciously as she felt his finger slide gently against her lips to catch some of her falling nectar. His moans in response to her taste, only making her wetter.
"Oh god, daddy, take me," she begged.
Her eyes widened when suddenly she felt his tongue wiggled between her wet puffy lips and slide up to her rosette.
This was new.
This was very new.
Did she subconsciously have a desire to have her ass eaten that she would dream of him doing this to her?
She moaned out as she felt his tongue tickle her puckered star.
She hadn't thought about it before. But it felt so good, she figured she might have to consider it.
She felt the bed move behind her before Daryl's large hands grabbed her hips.
"You've been hungry for this dick, ain't you baby..."
She could practically hear the grin in his tone.
His thick member slapped against her cheeks.
And she knew it.
She knew this man was hung like a horse.
Her eyes clenched shut and she let out a desperate gasp as he sunk his manhood so deep inside her, she swore she could feel him in her stomach.
She tried to adjust to his size, but he barely gave her a minute before he was pounding the hell out of her.
Here was Lamar again. With that rough, punish-the-shit-out-of-that-pussy dick.
"Who's fucking pussy is this?" she heard Daryl growl behind her.
Melody's body shook like an earthquake from Daryl's thrusts so rough and aggressive, she didn't think she had the strength to hold herself up.
He leaned over her back and wrapped his hand around her throat.
"Say it," he growled in her ear. "Say who's fucking pussy this belongs to ."
"Fuck! It's your's daddy! It's yours!" she cried out.
She jumped again as she felt his hand land hard on her ass again.
"That's my good girl," he said biting down on her ear lobe.
Her body was soaking wet from their sweat as she jiggled from each rough thrust. The power he had over her body was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her thighs clenched and her stomach tightened as her orgasm hit her like a 2-ton truck.
"GOD!" she screamed out as she came hard, nearly collapsing on the bed.
But he held her up, as he continued to pound into her with no mercy.
She clawed at the sheets. Smalls gasps escaping her mouth as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
She heard him groan loudly before he quickly pulled out of her and came all over her ass.
She panted helplessly on the bed, trying to catch her breath as she heard him crawl off the bed and disappear before reappearing with a towel to wipe her off.
She couldn't remember the last time she had sex this good.
She hummed to herself trying to savor the moment, not wanting to wake up from the pure bliss she felt.
"Are you daddy's princess, baby..." she heard him say as he gently thumbed her bottom lip.
"Yes, I'm yours daddy..." she breathed out.
Melody woke up to the sound of her alarm going off. Her hand rapidly slapped the dresser next to her until she hit the snooze button.
She struggled to sit up in bed as she yawned loudly. Looking around the room she could see no one was there, but Lamar's gym bag was on the chair.
She rolled out of bed, feeling beyond exhausted. Throwing on a pair of sweats and a shirt, she saw a text from Lamar.
Lamar: "Sorry I came home so late, baby. I'll make it up to you tonight. 😉😜"
Melody smirked as she tucked her phone into her pocket. She walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen.
"So you really liked it?" Lamar's mouth hung open as he looked at his father in shock.
"Hell yea," Daryl said leaning against the kitchen counter in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. He held his laptop in one hand and a cup of coffee in another. "And that twist... that twist is a masterpiece. I didn't know you were so damn talented, Lamar."
A huge smile split Lamar's face as he beamed with pride.
Daryl paused for a second before putting his coffee down. He looked at his son and smiled warmly.
"This story is about us, ain't it?" Daryl said looking at him.
Lamar shrugged a bit embarrassed. "It started that way..."
"Nothing wrong with that," Daryl said. "You created something beautiful. That's something to be proud of. Stories like this aren't common. It's important that little black boys not only see themselves as heroic and vulnerable but loved and important."
Lamar felt like his heart was going to burst.
"I completely agree," Lamar said quickly.
Daryl went to speak again when Melody strolled into the kitchen still half asleep.
"Good morning," she said sleepily.
"Hey, baby," Lamar said standing up and giving her a peck on the cheek. "You won't believe it but... pops read my screenplay. And liked it!"
Melody looked at Daryl shocked. "You read the whole thing?! In one night?!"
"Yea! It was hella good!" Daryl laughed. "Especially the part with the police chase. Now you know damn well no police chase with a black man ever ended well so I got a kick out of that part."
"I figured you would," Lamar grinned.
"That's awesome. Glad you liked it," Melody smiled. "Told you you would."
Daryl chuckled as he closed his laptop. "Won't question you again, Ms. Wyatt."
Daryl walked up to table to grab his briefcase and put his laptop inside. "I have to visit a few sites for work this morning. But Lamar... let's get lunch later and talk about this script okay?"
Lamar could have sworn he was in the twilight zone.
"Yea, okay, pops. That sounds great," Lamar smiled.
Melody couldn't help the light feeling in her heart seeing the reconstructing of a bond between father and son.
All because of a screenplay.
Daryl put on his coat and strapped his briefcase over his shoulder.
He turned to head to the door when Melody called out to him.
"You forgot your phone!" she said rushing up to him.
"Oh damn, thanks. Gonna need that," he laughed as he took it and stuffed it into his pocket.
Melody smiled at him, and tried to fight back the images from her steamy dream. Now was not the time.
"You okay?" he asked noting the odd look on her face.
"Yup," she nodded. "Have a good day at work, Mr. James!"
"Thanks," he nodded. He went to leave again when he quickly turned around.
"Oh, Melody," he said. "Before I forget."
He shoved his hands into his pockets and Melody's eyes widened in horror at what she saw.
"Sorry for ripping these," he said handing her a pair of torn red panties. "I'll be sure to buy you a new pair, princess."
He winked at her before heading out the door.