Daddy's Little Girl

c h a p t e r 7

(Paris:) 

“Rios, stop touching me!” I yelled, running into the kitchen as he scooped me up off the floor. I had been seeing Rios for a month and a couple of weeks, and we were acting like a couple, but we’re not official. He’s sweet, but not too sweet. He’s nice, but not too nice. He's mean when he can be, and rude when he can be, but that's only better. I’ma rude ass muhfucka as well. I feel so safe when I'm around him, but also shy. I know he won't judge me by my many insecurities, but I’m still not as comfortable around him like I am with Maurice and Camilla. But, it’s still a great thing to be wrapped up in his arms.

 I’m spending the day with him today, because he gotta leave for L.A tomorrow. That’s the only disadvantage of me being in a strong liking with him. He lives on the other fucking side of the damn country. He says he’ll come by to see me for a month, but that still I shit. I wanna be with him every day. 

“Stop running away from me, bae.” He said, as he cradled me in his arms and pecked my cheek. “Stop calling me bae, and let me go so I won’t burn the damn house down.” I said. He put me back on my feet and I turned towards the stove and opened the pot, when I felt Rios's arms wrap around my waist and his head in the crook of my neck.

 “Rios, get off me, damn.” I said as he began to sway my hips from left to right. 

“Lemme get a kiss first.” He mumbled into my neck, causing me to shudder a little. “Nope.” I replied, popping the p. “Whyyy?” He whined in my ear.

“Cause ion know where your lips been.” I simply said. I felt him release his hands from my waist and his head from my neck. I looked back at him, and he had a scowl on his face and he was mugging me. “Really, Paris?” He asked. “Yup.” I answered. “Aight.” He replied, turning on his heels and walking out of the kitchen.

I was just playing with his ass, ‘cause I know, and he knows that he can’t cheat. Even though we’re not together, we’re with each other most of the time. I mean, I know he’s not because before I agreed to get attached to him, I strictly told him to cut off any relationship he had with any hoes back in L.A, which was really little to none. I’ve checked his phone once when he told me to go thru it, and he barely even got contacts or texts, so I know he’s not fucking with anyone else. Kayden and Maurice are already making sure he doesn’t play me, especially Maurice. Rios once told me to make him something to eat, and Maurice pulled his gun out on him saying ‘she ain't your damn bitch’, and I had to force Maurice to leave my house before he shot him fa’real.

I finished cooking my fried rice and Cajun shrimp a couple minutes later. I fixed myself a box and grabbed a plastic fork. I went out into the living room to see Rios sprawled out on it, talking on his phone. I rolled my eyes and made my way up the staircase and into my room.

I changed out of the jeans and tshirt I wore to Kayden and Jazmine’s house, and put on a Laker’s jersey Maurice got me when we were younger, because that's his favorite NBA team, and some yellow boyshorts.

 I climbed into my bed and turned on the TV. I grabbed my box of food and began eating before I heard my door open a couple minutes later and Rios peeked his head in. 

“Why you gone leave me lonely?” He asked, pouting his bottom which mad me smile, but I refused to let it show.

“Cause you mad that I ain’t wanna kiss yo ugly ass.” I said, stuffing my face with my food. I'm so glad my mother taught me how to cook.

“Ain’t nobody stun yo mean ass.” I heard him say, then the closing and locking of my door, next the other side of my bed go down.

“If ain’t nobody stun me, then why you in here?” I asked, before I felt his one of his arms go around the front of my waist.

“Cause I ain’t nobody.” He said, pulling me closer to him, leaving no space between us.

“Rios, leave me alone. I'm tryna eat.” I whined, trying to get his tight grip off of me.

“I like how you changed for me, bae.” He whispered into my ear, turning me all the way on. He pulled the elastic on my boyshorts, and then popped it against my hip. “I ain't change for you, so don't even think that shit.” I said, still tryna get his strong arm off of me.

“Your mind is telling you ‘no’, but your body... your body is telling you yes!” He sang, causing me to laugh. I covered up my box of food and placed it on my bedside table. I gave up trying to take his arm off of me, and turned around to face him.

His face is so beautiful. Skin so soft type of shit. His luscious brown eyes glisten every time he moves them in anyway. His nose, slightly big but attractive. His scar makes him look mysterious, but dangerous. His lips, oh Lord. A girl could kiss those lips every day, all day. He's so perfect, and I don't understand, out of all people, why would he choose to lay up in this bed with me? 

“Why do you like me?” I asked, trying to snap him out of the gaze he had on me, but he continued to stare.

“Rios!” I snapped.

 “Huh?” He asked, thunderstrucked. 

 “I said, why do you like me?” I repeated. He smiled at me with all his teeth, and gently closed his eyes. 

“Cause you perfect, duh.” He simply stated, causing me to grin a little.

“Whatchu mean?”

“Man, Paris. You know I ain't good with this shit.” He said, looking at me.

“Just tell me how you feel.” I said, smiling like a baby so he would give in and tell me.

“Aight. You perfect, ‘cause you just are. Every little thing about you is perfect. Your hair, eyes, lips, ears, nose, all them damn tattoos.” I giggled, “When you roll your tongue when you speak Spanish to a nigga. I swear, you'n know how I be feeling ‘bout you. I got these lil, kiddish ass feelings for you, and I’m a grown ass 23 year old man. I ain't never felt the way I feel about you towards no other female, on everything. I be wanting to give up everything I got in L.A just to say up here with you, but I can't do allat. I promise you, if I could I would. I ain’t never thought that that day at the club I will ever give my heart away to a female. But, I did, and look at us now. We almost an item, but you just wanna be stingy. I want some Paris, too." He finished, wiping my tears away. “Damn, bae. I wasn't tryna make you cry. I was just answering yo question.” 

 I pushed his shoulder and giggled, “Gracias, Rios. (Thank you, Rios.)” 

“Yeen gotta thank me; you done already thanked me enough.” He said, looking down at my body. I smacked the back of his head and he mugged me.

“Can I get my kiss now?” He asked. I perched my lips and pecked his.

“I know you ain't just bird peck my lips, Paris.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed and tried to turn around, but he caught me and rolled on top of me. His hands on either side of my head, his knees on either side of my waist.

“Rios, get off me! You too big for all’is!” I laughed and whined at the same time, pushing on his chest. “Gimme a kiss and I will.” He stated, leaning down to kiss me, but I blocked our lips with my hand so he could kiss my palm.

“I already gave you a kiss.”

“That wasn’t shit, bae. I want a real-” Before he could finish, my lips were pressed against his. He licked across my lips, causing me to giggle and open my mouth. He swiftly forced his tongue in it and explored the inner side of my mouth. This was an everyday thing with kissing Rios. It wasn’t no biggie, just kissing. He kisses so damn good, so I can tell he's not a beginner. Even though I could kiss him all day, every day, his kisses aren't compared to the one I shared with Maurice. That shit was amazing. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He deepened our kiss as soon as I started feeling his wood on my stomach. I giggled, and pulled back. He smirked and started laughing, too.

“Why you laughing?” He asked, leaning down and pecking my lips again. I giggled and said, “No reason.”

“You see what you do to a nigga?” He asked, looking down at his hard on. I laughed and said, “I’m sorry. I got some Cocoa Butter in the restroom.”

I was serious. I been keeping my virginity for 20 years, and I’m not thinking about giving it up any time soon. I sometimes thought about giving it up to Maurice, or being fingered, or some shit when I get horny, but I always gotta move the thought to the back of my head. One, I don’t think I’ll be ready to handle his hoe ass. Two, I don’t want to ruin the friendship that we have together.

“Stop playing with me, Paris.” Rios said, pecking my lips again. I pushed him back up and said, “Hell naw, I ain’t playing. I ain’t none of these hoes, I been keeping my shit for 20 long years and I plan on keeping it for 20 more.” He looked at me for a while before saying, “Aight, damn.” He pulled my arms from around his neck and I didn't hesitate to take my legs from around his waist. He got off of me and made his way into the restroom.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my food off the table and left out the room, going downstairs into the kitchen. I placed my food inside the microwave oven for it to get heated up again. I leaned my back against the kitchen island as I waited.

I looked up at the kitchen doorway to see a shirtless Rios standing. I'm so blessed to have a nigga this sexy.

“Bae...” He called out.

“It’s Paris.” 

“Where’s the lotion?”

I stared at him for a long ass time before my eyes started tearing up and I couldn’t contain my laughter. I burst out laughing like I was fucking crazy.

“You .. Rios .. you .. was finna-” I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t finish my sentence. 

“Shut the hell up. I'm horny and you can’t fix it, so I might as well.” He argued, walking towards me.

“Damn, Rios. I ain't .. know it was .. it was that serious.” I said, breathing hard to control my laughter. He stood in front of me and placed his hands on my hips. I wiped away my tears as I chuckled a little and said, “Anyway, the lotion is behind the mirror in my bathroom.” He didn’t reply, and just lifted me up and placed me on the kitchen island.

“You forever touching me Rios.” I said, as he placed himself in between my legs and his hands on either side of my hips, on the counter.

“I told you, you perfect. I ain’t gone find no other sweet and sour female like you, so I keep my hands on you so I won’t lose you.” He said, looking at me in my eyes.

I grabbed his face in my hands, “Rios, you ain’t losing me. Since that day at the club that I twerked on you, you shoulda known I was here to stay.” He busted out into a deep ass chuckle.

“Paris, you so damn childish.” He said, still laughing but kissing my lips.

His laugh on my lips began vibrating my inner mouth, and I let out a giggle and he pushed his tongue in before I could protest. I didn't mind at all. He French kissed me like he never had before and I was stuck on his high. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around the arch in his back and pulled him closer to me. I was so gone that I didn't realize that he stuck his hand down my shorts, until he gripped my ass in the process.

“Rios, stop.” I pleaded as I grabbed onto his wrist and took his hand out my shorts. I was sexually aroused like hell and I really didn’t want him to stop, but I didn't want him to take it too far. 

“Calm down, bae. I ain't finna fuck ya, just touch ya.” He said, grinning at me, which caused me to feel safe. That's all I needed to hear, that he wasn't gone try no slick shit.

“Don’t hurt me.” I said, seriously. He looked at me with a ‘bitch please’ expression on his face before saying, “Don’t even say that shit.”

I looked at him intently before he leaned in and kissed me passionately. He kept his lips locked onto mines as he began circling the elastic on my boyshorts, then pulling them completely off my body. He stood back in between my legs, and moved his lips from mines to the side of my neck. He sucked, bit, and nibbled on it, and I could feel my hickie being formed.

Rios stepped back a little and spread my legs open a little wider before rubbing two fingers up and down my cat. I gasped at the touch of his cold fingers on my warm person, and he chuckled. He fondled with my folds before inserting his middle finger inside of me.

I bit down on my bottom lip and moaned as he slowly started pumping in and out of me. He moved his lips from my neck back to my lips, kissing me. “You wet as hell, bae.” He mumbled against my lips, placing his index finger in me as well.

 I moaned out, which only made him increase his speed. The pleasure I was getting started having me questionable as to why this was my first time being fingered. I wasn’t losing my virginity, only getting a quick nut with fingers. I wish I knew Rios about 5 years ago. 

He started picking up his speed, and I grabbed onto his bare back and hugged it tightly. His fingers work some damn magic. “Ahh.. ahh..” I moaned louder in his ear. He started stroking deeper, hitting any wall built inside of me, besides my virgin wall. He pulled my body downward, making my ass hang off the kitchen island, and using my elbows to prop myself up.

He leaned forward and kissed me as he used his thumb to rub my clit and fingering me at the same time. I couldn't contain the pleasure I was feeling anymore, and I could feel myself building up. I started panting out and bit down on Rios's lip so he could lift his head off of me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes in awe as I enjoyed the fast pace he was going at.

“Paris, look at me.” He said. I looked thru my fluttering eyes to see him staring at me as he pounded his fingers in and out of me. He took a couple more strokes until I felt my climax crawling up my system.

When I felt my climax approaching, I yelped out at him. He took his two fingers out of me and sucked them before lifting me back on the counter straight, and rubbing my clit vigorously. I dug my fingernails into Rios's back, as I started shaking.

“Ahhhhh!” I moaned, loud enough to bust his eardrum. I climaxed onto the kitchen floor, and he quickly pushed me down onto the island.

He put both of my legs on each of his shoulders and grabbed me by my ass, then lifted my swollen kitty up to his face to eat her up. “Oh, no, no, no, Rios.” I quickly said, taking my legs off his shoulders before his tongue could come in contact with me. “I ain’t ready for allat yet.” I said, sitting up and crossing my legs. I avoided making eye contact with him.

“It’s aight, bae,” He said, tilting my head up so I could look into his smiling face, “I’ll wait.” He gently kissed my lips before going to get some papers towels.

“My bad.” I simply said as I hopped off the counter and grabbed some baby wipes to clean my kitty. I threw them away when I was done and pulled back on my shorts. Rios smiled at me as he cleaned up my mess off the floor and washed his hands. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and I did the same to him. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Can you fix me something to eat?”

I laughed and smacked my teeth, then push him in the chest, “Nigga, get your own damn food.”

“Man, please bae. I catered to you. I was about to stop when you said ‘ah ... ah, I’m bouta-‘”  

“Shut the hell up!” I yelled, cutting him off for mocking me.

“Don’t even act like you ain’t like it.” He said, letting me go. I walked back over to the microwave and cut it back on so it could heat up my now cold food.

“Cause I didn’t.” I said, trying to hide my smile.

“You’s a muhfucking lie. That’s why yo ass so damn happy go lucky now.” He said, mushing my head.

“Nu uh, I’m happy cause I can finally eat my damn food.” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

He smacked his teeth and bit his bottom lip, “I can make you happier than that food got you then.” He said, smacking my ass. I mugged him then shoved his shoulder.

“If you want your food, then you gone have to get that shit yourself.” I said, taking my food out of the microwave after hearing the buzz. “Aight.” I heard Rios say, and then felt myself behind lifted up. He put me on another side of the kitchen island and stood in between my legs.

“Man, moveee.” I whined, trying to push him off of me. He kissed the crook of my neck, and I pushed him off again.

“You told me to get my own damn food, so that's what I'm doing. You taste good as fuck, too.” He said, circling the elastic around my boyshorts.

I laughed, “Nigga, if you don't gone.” I said, hopping off the counter. He slapped my ass again, making me mush his head again. He chuckled and grabbed a plate to get some food.