Plus Size Player (Curve Book 2)

by Danielle Allen

“Don’t be a hater because I get taken out on dates.” I pointed at her. “You’re just mad because your man doesn’t take you anywhere.” “Hey! I heard that,” my father yelled from the kitchen.

“Speak for yourself,” Dad replied, folding his arms over his chest. “My knees are good. I still got it.” “Yes, you do,” Mom flirted before looking over at me and shaking her head. “He doesn’t,” she mouthed. My dad gave her a look. “Hold on, now.”

“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.”

“He knew I was joking. If he didn’t, I would’ve immediately told him that I was a willing participant in anything having to do with you.” I checked him out. “I’m ready and willing, you hear me? Ready … and willing.”

“We need to sign these consent forms before they’ll let us fly and then I’m taking you home.” I smirked. “What about dinner?” “Fuck dinner.”

“Did her form say she wasn’t?” “Well, no. B-but she looks—” Russ stepped up. “I’d tread very lightly before finishing that sentence if I were you.”

“Nina,” he coaxed with the sexy way he said my name. “Are you good?” “Yes.” I managed to choke the words out as the pads of his fingers brushed the hood of my clit. The helicopter jolted as it started lifting into the stunning sky. “Oh my God,” I cried as his fingers slid between my wet lips. He exhaled roughly. “Yeah, here we go.”

“Oh, I see it,” he groaned, twisting his fingers and finding my G-spot.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” “I say nice stuff all the time!” He lowered his voice and leaned forward. “I’m talking about when my dick isn’t inside that tight pussy of yours.”

“You took the picture. You didn’t crop the picture. And then you proceeded to call me Kristy Yamacoochie,” I reminded him. “It didn’t just happen. You just happened.”

“If your dessert comes before you get back, I’m tasting yours,” I warned him. “No worries.” With a smirk, he stood. Before passing me, he leaned down and put his lips on the shell of my ear. “I plan on tasting yours, too.”

“And third,” I continued, interrupting whatever bullshit she was going to say, “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.”

“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.”

I bit my lip as I climbed onto the bed and straddled his handsome face. “Don’t tease me, baby. Sit,” he growled. “Let me taste this pretty pussy.”

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

Breaking the kiss, he put his lips to my ear. “That’s it … that’s my girl. I feel it. I feel you, baby.”

“Yeah, say my name like that as you take this dick. Make that pussy talk to me. Give it to me,” he demanded hotly. My body’s reaction to his commands caused him to groan loudly. “If it’s mine, give it to me, Nina. If it’s mine, come all over this dick for me.”

“It’s getting to the point where I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered. “That’s interesting because I find myself thinking about you a ridiculous amount as well,” I murmured. We were both quiet until he spoke again. “I don’t just mean the sex.” Swallowing hard, I scooted my ass back into him. “Me either.”

“You know … it’s really because I have a big heart. I don’t want to set the rest of the team up for failure. It wouldn’t be right.”

I was genuinely loved and respected by my friends and family. I was admired by plenty of strangers. I was adored by plenty of men. But my confidence and self-worth came from within. My realness, my authenticity, and my zest for life created a safe space for me.

He sneered. “I don’t date fat bitches. I don’t want your fat ass.” “Oh, sweetie,” I said in a saccharine-sweet tone. “What you want doesn’t matter. Do you understand what I already told you? You were never eligible.”

“I mean it. Fat is a descriptor, and bitch usually means you don’t take someone’s shit. Neither is a bad thing.”

“Yeah, I sure am. I’m a beautiful, fat, working model.”

Check mate bitch

“Well, then, who is at the top of your list?” I inquired. “No one,” she whined. “I’m starting to think my soulmate was swallowed.”

“You’ve been avoiding coming back to my place for the last six weeks, and I miss the way you feel on my dick.” He exhaled so his breath tickled my neck. “And I’m willing to beg for it.”

“Yeah, my baby hairs.” “Nah, not those big swoops.” He shook his head. “Those aren’t baby hairs. Those are adult hairs. They got bad knees and a pension.”

“I like the sound of that,” he whispered. “You know what else I like the sound of…?” “What’s that?” “You coming for me.”

“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?”

“Ohmigod,” I cried out. “Listen to how wet you are,” he groaned, plunging his fingers into me. “You hear yourself? You hear how wet this pussy is for me?”

“This pussy stays so fucking wet for me. Let me taste you, baby. Let me stick my tongue right there and eat you until you come all over my face. Let me fill you with this dick so you can come hard on it for me. You know I love to feel this tight pussy cream all over me.”

“That was when you told me you were scared of E.T. as a kid.” His smile dropped as he opened the door to get out. “I was four, and that muthafucka was an alien!”

“We were in a Crock-Pot.” “Talking about it was one hundred degrees. Mannnnn, that shit was easily three fifty.”

“I’m living my dream. I have my dream job and I’ve just recently taken it to the next level. I’m…” I stopped myself from telling him more.

Why they keep acting like they work for the CIA Or like knowing what they do will mean they have less fun. It’s so weird

“Why?” “A few years ago, I went on a first date with a man who asked me what I did. After I told him, he called me big money.” I shook my head. “Red flag!” That guy also sexualized the fact that I modeled, insisted on looking me up on social media, and then told me that I thought I was hot shit because I had a lot of followers. He called me big money, but he also started acting like he was in competition with me. Just overall jealous behavior, but I wasn’t going to go into all that.

Ok I see. This info would have been helpful earlier

“So, you’re telling me you’re my man now?” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Are you telling me I’m not?”

“This was exactly what I needed,” he whispered against my lips. “Thank you for this weekend.” “For escaping with you?” “You are the escape. We could’ve been anywhere, and it would’ve been exactly what I needed.”

But I was a professional and I wasn’t about to let him get in the way of my bag.

Ok sis lets go

“Russ,” I said his name softly. His hands slid down my body. “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.”

“Real bad,” I told him in a whisper. “Bad enough that you’ll let me taste you right here?” I nodded slowly. “Yes.” Getting closer, I could feel his breath against the wetness. “Is it still mine?”

“So now I’m going to touch you in a way that they can’t.” Oh shit. “Spread your legs,” he demanded.

“Russ, please, please, please,” I panted, warmth spread throughout my core. “Please what, baby?” “Please come in my pussy.” “Goddamn,” he groaned, fucking me with his entire body.

“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.”

“Yeah, let me feel you again. Let me feel you, baby,” he groaned sexily, fucking me with reckless abandon. “Let that pussy talk to me. Let her tell me she’s mine.”

“And I don’t just mean your beauty or the sex.” He leaned forward, his face an inch from mine. “You are irresistible. Your mind … your conversation … your company … your heart … All of you is fucking irresistible. And I’m tired of resisting you.”

“I like this.” “Having me naked and in your bed?” “Having you.”

There was such adoration and love in the way he looked at me, and I felt emotionally raw. I wanted to tell that man I’d be his girlfriend, that I loved him, that I was ready to suck the skin off him.

“You look so fucking sexy with my dick in your mouth,” he growled. “You know that? You know how good you fucking look?” I nodded, taking him deeper and playing with his balls. “I’m stretching that pretty mouth out.”

Nina: What I wouldn’t do to be under that desk … Russ: Don’t start. I have a meeting in a few minutes, and I don’t need my dick hard thinking about you under my desk. Nina: Or on top of your desk. Or bent over your desk.

these people to understand my vision and execute it within the budget?” “I want your dick hard all the time,” I whispered, hoping the driver didn’t hear me over his radio. “You would say some shit like that.”