Plus Size Player (Curve Book 2)

by Danielle Allen

“I only spend time with people I enjoy. I only do things I want to do. I only have sex with people who get me off. So, my time is never wasted, and my energy stays high.”

While that realization got under my skin, she had a point. I had such a good time with The Fun One that whenever he was in town, I made time. Any opportunity to spend a couple days with him, I took.

“Well, first and foremost, that’s some bullshit. Second, I would never put you in a situation that wasn’t safe,” he assured me.

“But how did you know what I weighed?” “I guessed. I know how it feels when I pick you up. I know how it feels when I pick up weights at the gym. I did some quick math.”

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“If you step to a man who is on a date, make sure he’s not all about her. Because he is into every inch of me. And you may not understand why he likes all this”—I ran my hands over my belly for emphasis—“but just know, he likes it a lot.”

“don’t step to a man who’s on a date with a bitch like me. You’re small, and I’m big. And I don’t just mean in size. So, you can continue to talk shit but just remember that you can’t compete where you don’t compare.”

“I wasn’t going to take your man,” she sputtered. “The only thing you could take from me is notes.”

I cackled. “No. It wasn’t that deep. I could’ve let it go, but I didn’t want to.” I lifted my shoulders. “I might be fat, but I’ll never be the bigger person.”

“Please,” I begged. “Pleeeeeeeeeease.” “All of it. Say all of it … Tell me you need this dick.”

“This pussy feels like mine. Is it mine?” “Ohmigod yessssssssss!”

“If I did need dick, you’d be one of the last ones to qualify for an interview for the position,” I retorted.

Hell, it’s audacious for him to think he has a chance with someone like me in the first place.

“I’m not taking any recommendations for what to put in my mouth from you. Your side tooth is on hospice,” I retorted.

Get em!

“Brands that feature straight size models because they only sell straight size clothes saw you and still opted out. That ain’t got nothing to do with me or other plus models. That’s all you, boo. When

you’re ugly on the inside, that shit starts to seep through your pores.”

Nina: Lucky for me, no one can see how wet my pussy is for you. Russ: Nina … Nina: In less than twelve hours, you can put your face in it and see for yourself. Russ: I’m about to walk the fuck out of here and come get you now. Don’t play with me. Nina: Please play with me. Russ: Nina, say the word and I’ll leave here and be wherever you are. I’m not even playing anymore. Nina: Soon.

“You know how bad I want you right now?” he whispered hoarsely. He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he continued. “It doesn’t matter where I’m at or what I’m doing, I think about you constantly.”

“So you can’t tell me your pussy is wet and waiting for me and think I don’t want to touch”—his lips met mine—“and taste”—another kiss—“and fuck.” A longer, more urgent kiss followed. “I want you. Can I have you?”

Russ was different than the others. While he was fun and the sex was amazing, the way he was present with me made him stand out from

anyone I’d ever dated. He stayed in the moment with me. His energy matched mine and we fed off one another. All of the men poured, but it was the way Russ poured that made me prioritize time with him over the others.

“Nah, but for real … all I’m saying is that if you’re pouring like this you need to always make sure whoever you’re pouring into is pouring back with the same energy.” He put his hand on my thigh. “Make sure they earn this shit.”

“And I’m going to always have your back in public.” He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips as we made our way toward the Ferris wheel. “And I’ll call you on your shit in private.”

That’s all we want lol

“It was a good day, but this day … this day has been perfect,” I murmured, still mesmerized by the sky. You’re perfect.

“I like seeing you like this.” “Like what?” “Like you don’t have a care in the world.” “With you, I don’t,” I admitted. The words were true, but they slipped out of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow them down.

“Good,” he uttered, holding me tighter. “Because that’s exactly how I feel with you.” He paused for a moment. “You’re my escape.”

“Let these other dudes know you’re not available anymore.” A chill ran down my spine as I felt the emotions I’d been avoiding bubble up. “You want to be exclusive?”

“Yes. I want you exclusively to myself.” He ran his tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”

“What if I’m not looking to be in a relationship?” With his eyes trained on our reflection, he kissed me behind my ear. “What if ...

“Tell me why I met the CEO of the company, and it was Russ!” I yelled into the phone. She gasped. “The Fun One?” “The fucking Fun One!”

As I started drifting off to sleep, two things became clear. The dates I’d just gone on didn’t compare. The men I’d just gone out with didn’t compare. Would anyone?

I was only in a relationship with him for three hours yet I’d cried more and harder than I ever cried over a man. And that made me mad. How did I let myself get put in this position?

Embarrassment, hurt, and shock made my chest feel like it was caving in. My eyes stung unexpectedly, and I wanted to cuss him out for making me feel emotional.

I took a step back. “I didn’t realize that when you walked out of my place, you decided you couldn’t speak to me or look at me or even be in the same room with me anymore. But I get it. You don’t have to worry about it happening again. Fuck this.”

“Because every time I see you, I want to touch you.” His hand tightened around my throat. “If I look at you, I’m always looking over my shoulder to make sure no one caught me staring. If I’m around you, all I want to do is put my hands all over

you.” He brought his forehead to mine. “When I’m in the same space as you, all I want is this…”

“He said the work I do for his company doesn’t require us to speak,” I informed her as I pulled the covers over my body. “So, I blocked his ass.”

My type of petty lol

“I’ve missed that sound,” he whispered hoarsely. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he tugged them over my hips. “I’ve missed hearing it.” Pushing them down, he squatted in front of me. “I’ve missed creating it.”

“I was jealous that they were able to touch you out there in a way that I couldn’t.” He brought his lips to my ear. “So now I’m going to touch you in a way that they can’t.” Oh shit.

“This is my pussy,” he uttered softly as I started to lose control. “Look at how good you take me. Look at how wet you are for me. Look at how tight you grip me. This … is … my … pussy.”

“When I say you’re my escape, I mean you’re my freedom.” He cupped my face. “When I say you’re my escape, I mean I can be myself with you.” His mouth hovered over mine. “When I say you’re my escape, I mean that whenever and wherever we’re together, it’s the only place I want to be.”

“I’ve never craved someone like I crave you. I’ve never wanted to be in a relationship before I said yes to you. You have burned your way into my heart, and these last couple of weeks…” I shook my head slightly and then rested my forehead against his. “I’ve never had someone’s absence feel as distinct as their presence.”