Page 4 of Daddy's Curvy Girl

She turns to me and smiles. My cock thickens. “Hey,” she says. “You alone?” She flicks her ash brown hair and I inhale deeply, I can smell her perfume and I fucking love it. It’s so fucking sexy. She smells of flowers and marshmallows.

“Yeah, Darling, it’s just me.”

Something mischievous flashes through her eyes. “I’m Bea,” she tells me, holding out her hand.

The moment I take a hold of it, it’s as though electricity runs through me. “I’m Harlan, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She gives me that bright smile that reaches her eyes. I still can’t pinpoint where I know her from, there’s something so familiar about her. “So, Harlan, fancy dancing?”

I smirk. Fuck yeah, anything to have her body pressed against mine. I get to my feet and hold out my hand for her to take. “I’d love to, come on, Darling, show me what you’ve got.”

Her smile is bright as she leads the way to the dance floor, our bodies pressed tight together as we weave through the crowd of people. I slide my hands around her waist, loving her curves. She rests her head against my shoulder and our bodies begin to move in sync. She’s grinding on me, my cock thick as I press it against her ass. Christ. I want this woman, there’s no doubt about it, but she’s a lot younger than me.

The music continues to play and Bea doesn’t stop, her beautiful body moves in rhythm to the beat. I’m merely along for the ride.

“How old are you?” I ask once we take our seats a few songs later. I needed the reprieve if I didn’t get a break, I was going to push her into the darkened corner and fuck her until everyone in this club heard her scream my name.

She’s a little breathless in her reply. “Twenty-four, and you?”

Christ. What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s the same age as Shelby is. “Babe, I’m forty-nine.”

She shrugs, her eyes filled with heat as she wraps her lips around the straw and drinks. “Is that meant to make me run?” she questions, her voice thick and husky. “I’ll be honest, Harlan, I like you. I want you. But I’m not going to beg.”

Fuck. I love her candor. She’s honest that she wants me, I’ll be a fucking fool to say no. Even if it’s one night. Before I can say anything, she gets to her feet. “I want to dance,” she says, her eyes heavy with need.

I down the shot and follow her. Fuck. I’m going to take my shot. She’s so damn fucking beautiful. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman who makes me want so much more. Since divorcing Tanya, I’ve been with other women. I’ve fucked my way through the heartbreak of the divorce. I wasn’t a saint, but none of them have gotten my attention as Bea has.

Once again, she’s grinding back on me, moving her hips side to side. My cock is so thick that I can’t hold back anymore. I steer us toward the edge of the dance floor, so that no one can see us. The moment I spin her to face me, she slides her hands up my chest and over my shoulders, her eyes never leaving mine. I need to have her. I crash my mouth onto hers, feeling her body meld with mine.

My fingers slide beneath the fabric of her dress, tracing up her smooth leg as I move higher. I pull back from the kiss and look at her when my finger slides along her pussy lips. There’s no barrier between us—she’s not wearing any panties.

She gives me a devilish smile as I sink a finger into her warm, wet, channel. She’s so tight, so fucking tight. I lean down, my mouth at her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growl, my finger thrusting into her as I say it. Her lips part in shock. “You’ve got a choice, baby girl, I make you come here and now or we go back to my place and I fuck you until you’re sated?”

“Your place, daddy,” she whimpers as I thrust my finger into her one last time. She releases a low moan.

My cock is about to burst, especially at her calling me daddy. I pull my finger from her pussy, when all I really want to do is fuck her until I explode. I bring my finger to my mouth and suck on her juices. Christ, the sweet taste of her explodes in my mouth. I need to get her home. Now.

All eyes are on me as I practically drag her out of the club. The stupid boys from earlier are watching us. No doubt wondering how I’ve managed to get the sexiest woman in this club to come home with me?

Had they treated her like a fucking woman and not been dicks about her gorgeous curves maybe they’d be the ones in my spot. But they fucked up and now I can bring her home and fuck her raw. Fill her with my seed and make her mine.

Chapter3

Bea

Ineed to tell him. My entire body is trembling. I should have told him from the moment we started talking but I couldn’t. He looked at me unlike anyone ever had before. The look of pure lust was something I had never experienced and it was from a man that I had known since I was nine years of age. I haven’t seen him in years though, I moved away to college when I was seventeen. I wanted to experience the big bad world all on my own. I turned eighteen that August. It’s been well over six years since I last saw him, we’ve both changed. Both of us have lost weight, me more so than him.

“Come, baby girl,” he says as the taxi stops outside his house.

It’s huge, from what my mom told me he’s done really well for himself, he worked his ass off to get to where he was and I get why they split, mom wasn’t willing to be a part-time wife, whereas Harlan wanted to support his family and make his business a success. What they both wanted no longer aligned anymore and they split. It happens. I get it. I was a little devastated but he wasn’t around during my teen years. We barely saw him.

He takes my hand, sending shockwaves throughout my body. I’m confused, I’m so confused. I shouldn’t be attracted to him, but I am. I’ve never felt such an instantaneous and strong connection to anyone in my life.

His hands slide around my waist as we walk into his home. “You okay?” he asks me, his tone soft and I swallow hard. God, this is so difficult. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

I don’t want to tell him the truth, if I do, he’ll turn me away, but I can’t not tell him. That’s wrong on so many different levels.

I spin in his arms and glance up at him, my hands resting on his chest. God, he’s so damn handsome. His black hair is peppered with grays, his muscles beneath my touch are taut and those bright green eyes of his watching me carefully. “Never,” I begin softly. “Has anyone looked at me the way you do. I’ve never felt such a connection, physically, to anyone as I do you. I’ve always been the fat girl, but the way you look at me, I feel as though I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.”

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