Daddy’s Game by Normandie Alleman
Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. Carmen soon discovers that Natron is the type of man who sees what he wants and goes after it… and apparently what he wants is her. Almost before she knows it Carmen finds herself taking everything Natron gives her and begging for more, and when he reveals that he wants to be her dominant daddy and her to be his submissive little girl, she doesn’t hesitate to agree.
At the top of his profession, Natron has money, fame, and all the perks that go with them, and now at last in Carmen he has found a woman he wants to share it with. His life feels complete… until in a split second everything comes crashing down when a devastating injury threatens to end his season—and maybe his career. Natron fears he will lose it all, but will he self-destruct or can he dig deep and fight hard for himself, his teammates, and his little girl?
She sensed his presence behind her before she felt his hands on her waist.
“I’ve been trying to be good, but you’re so sexy. I can’t resist you, babygirl.”
A wave of desire thrilled through her as his hands skimmed over her belly and he started unbuttoning her jean shorts. Her knees almost buckled and she held onto his forearms for support.
“But…” was the only protest she could muster.
“But I think you have on too many clothes,” he said slipping her shorts down to her ankles.
Feeling dizzy she turned to steady herself and found herself in his arms. When she lifted her face to his, he claimed her mouth, hungrily sliding his tongue between her lips. The electricity between them ramped up a notch, and for a moment she allowed herself the pleasure of letting go and relishing what it felt like to be in his arms.
He stepped back and lifted her t-shirt over her head.
It made her uncomfortable to be half-naked in front of him and she instinctively covered her breasts with her hands. Carmen believed most men preferred a thinner woman, and she was self-conscious about her voluptuous figure. She weighed at least thirty pounds more than the models on the magazine covers she saw every week at the grocery store check-out line.
“What are you doing? Stop. I want to see you.” He pulled her hands away, firmly placing them at her sides.
She felt the warmth rising in her cheeks. “I’m embarrassed.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Girl, you don’t know how good you look, do you?”
“Well, I…I just need to lose a few pounds,” she stammered.
“Lose a few pounds my ass! You’re beautiful. I love your curves. I don’t need an anorexic woman. I want a girl who knows how to live, how to eat,” he said, wrapping his arms around her again. “How to love.”
He scooped her up like a bride about to cross the threshold and started climbing the stairs.
Panic rose in her throat. “Natron, you can’t. Please! You’ll drop me.”
He merely chuckled. “You don’t know how strong I am. I’m not gonna drop you.”
“But Natron, what are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing? Takin’ you to bed.”
“But, but…it’s so fast.” The alarm bells that had been going off in her head waned. His persuasive charms were quickly overriding her concerns, and she longed to give in to him.
“When I see what I want I have to have it. And right now what I want is you.” He nuzzled her neck, nibbling his way around her earlobe.
The words “right now” stuck in her head. Okay, so he wanted her now, but what about afterwards? Would he want her later or would she be just another conquest for the big football star?
When he reached the top of the stairs he tossed her on the bed and proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes. As he stood there in all his naked glory, Carmen drew a ragged breath. He was gorgeous.
Good Lord he must have to work out constantly to look like that and still eat pizza. His body was rock hard, every muscle well-defined. He even had that sexy Apollo’s belt that made that deep “v” leading directly to his enormous cock. As impressive as the rest of him was, it was impossible for her not to stare at his erection jutting out proudly before him. She’d heard black men were bigger, and in his case the rumor proved to be true.
“Now it’s your turn,” he tugged at her panties.
“Natron, I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”
He pursed his lips. “Alright then, let’s play a game instead.”
She closed her legs, eyeing him skeptically. “What kind of game?”
“I call it ‘Everything But’,” he said.
“What do you do?” The game sounded rather self-explanatory, but she was stalling for time.
“You get naked and we can do everything but have sex. No penetration. Just foolin’ around.” He sat on the bed next to her and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. “No harm in that, is there?”
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