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Curvy Girl Summer
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Bridget Jones’s Diary meets Survival of the Thickest in Danielle Allen’s CURVY GIRL SUMMER, a smoking-hot, hilarious novel about the perils of online dating.
“There’s got to be an easier way than dating. I want the shortcut. I just want to find my person and start our lives together.”
After a one-night stand with her clingy ex, Aaliyah James has an epiphany: this ain’t it. She knows what she wants, and she’s ready to move past casual hookups, flings, and situationships.
But for her family, the clock is ticking—after all, she’s almost thirty. And when they imply that her personality (and her body) might be too big to land a man, she lets them know they’ve gone too far—and her (nonexistent) man loves her curves, thank you very much. Now, she has seven weeks to find the perfect boyfriend to rub in their faces at the big, fancy birthday celebration she’s been planning.
After her first blind date goes wrong, charming local bartender Ahmad Williamson consoles her with a drink and some playful banter. Aaliyah takes him up on his suggestion to use a dating app—but the more she sees of his warm, funny, and easygoing nature, the less she wants to check her DMs. Will her next swipe bring her closer to true love—or is her real match closer than she thinks?
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Release date: June 11, 2024
Publisher: Bramble
Print pages: 362
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Curvy Girl Summer
Danielle Allen
1
There were many reasons why I stopped dating Matthew, but a well-timed apology and his ten veiny inches had me bent over for him one final time. I was feeling good and was inexplicably horny, so it didn’t take much for me to give in to his offer.
I normally wasn’t the type to double back on someone I’d let go of. I didn’t believe in second chances when it came to matters of the heart. But if I were being completely honest with myself, it wasn’t the heart that was making the decisions. It was the six-month-long journey of singleness that I’d embarked on to start the new year. And while I wasn’t proud of my decision, I was satisfied with it.
Thoroughly satisfied.
I was going to be thirty soon, and I was never really interested in casual hookups. It would’ve been easy to meet someone new to have sex with. Sex was easy. But there was no guarantee that a new man would take care of my needs. And the one thing that Matthew consistently did right was me.
“Matthew,” I whimpered, feeling the tension between my thighs. My hands gripped the kitchen island. My fingers slipped across the freshly cleaned marble as he pushed my skintight skirt over my ass, bunching it at my waist.
“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he asked as he kissed the backs of my thighs. Slowly peeling my G-string down, he helped me step out of it. “Do you know how often I think about you”—he kissed my ass cheeks—“and this big … fat … ass?”
Without warning, his hand came down on my right cheek.
My skin tingled as the familiarity of his touch combined with the pain of the slap. The desire in his voice sent chills down my spine.
“How often?” I wondered breathily. “How often do you think about me?”
He trailed kisses across my lower back before he stood. “I’ve thought about you every day since you ghosted me.”
The sound of his belt buckle hitting the laminate flooring was like a bell alerting me to what was to come. I grabbed the edge of the island countertop and braced myself. “I didn’t ghost you.”
“You did…” He positioned both of his hands on my hips, tugging me back so that I felt him hot and hard against me. “And I still couldn’t stop thinking about our last time together and how hard you came on my face.” His hands roughly pushed up my flowy top, exposing more of my back. “And how sexy you looked riding me and coming on my dick.”
I was dripping wet.
“Yesssssssss,” I dragged out breathily. “But I didn’t ghost you. We talked—”
“You talked,” he interrupted. “I listened, but you talked.” He took his tongue and licked up my spine. “And now it’s time for you to listen.”
I shivered. “I’m listening.”
He wrapped his arms around my middle so that he could grip the fleshiness of my belly under my shirt. “You’re so fucking soft.”
He pulled me up so that I was standing upright. Running his hands upward until he reached my breasts, he cupped them and ran his thumbs over my hardened nipples. My head lolled back, resting on his shoulder as he continued to toy with me. When I felt his breath on my neck, I inhaled sharply.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered.
I did as I was told and was rewarded with the feeling of his dick between my thighs.
Anticipating his next move, I held my breath when his hand moved from my breast to between my legs. The moment the pads of his fingers grazed my waxed flesh, I surrendered to his touch.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, massaging his way into me.
His middle and forefinger slid in and out of me, and I moaned loudly.
“Yeah, I’ve missed you.” His voice was rough and needy. Pulling his fingers out, he rubbed my clit. “The fact that you’re here tells me that you missed me, too.”
I knew what he wanted me to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. It wasn’t true. If anything, the only thing I missed was his dick.
“But how much did you miss me?” he wondered softly.
Instead of answering, I groaned, grinding against his hand. It felt like his dick got even harder as it pressed against my ass.
He slipped a finger back inside me. “Oh yeah? That much, huh?” Leaning down so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, he applied pressure while rubbing me. “It feels like she’s ready for me.”
Panting, my desire twisted my gut. I felt myself approaching the edge.
“Yessssssss…” I dragged the answer out as I gyrated against his hand. “I’m ready for you.”
“What are you ready for me to do, Aaliyah?”
I wanted him so bad that I was starting to lose control. The only thing I could think about was how badly I needed to get off.
“I’m ready for you to fuck me,” I whined.
He spun me around and then crashed his mouth to mine. Kissing me roughly and recklessly, he pinned me between the island and his hard body. When he pulled back, he yanked my shirt over my head and then cast his gaze over my body.
Running his fist over the length of his dick, he took another step back. “I missed your sexy ass.”
“Show me,” I murmured, staring at the reason I came over.
“Oh, I plan to.” He grabbed his pants from the floor and took a condom out of his pocket. “I plan to show you a few times.” The latex stretched over his dick. “Can you handle it?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good,” he grunted, taking a step forward.
I gasped at the quickness with which he spun me around by my bunched-up skirt. Pushing me against the island, he put me into position. His hands moved up my back to bend me over and then down to my hips.
“So fucking soft,” he whispered. With one hand, he held my skirt like reins and with the other, he palmed my ass.
Then he smacked it again.
“Ah!” I yelped, pleasure and pain spreading through my body.
“Stay right there,” he breathed as I felt him lining up against me.
“Oh my God…” I moaned as he pushed himself into me.
“This pussy is so fucking good.” He dug his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself. “And so fucking wet for me.”
He wasn’t lying.
It had been a long time since I’d been properly taken care of, so I was ready for him. Wet from anticipation and the pressure of him stretching me out, I didn’t need him to be as gentle.
As he pushed inch after inch in me, I couldn’t control the sounds that came out of me. The deeper he got, the louder I became.
He let out a low groan as he filled me to the hilt. He ran his hands all over me before returning his hands to my hips. “I’ve missed this pussy. I’ve missed how good you feel.”
I could only moan in response as I started grinding against him.
“You remember exactly what I like,” he rasped as I continued to throw it back on him.
His ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness and our skin slapping together. The reverberation seemed to echo in his kitchen as he gripped me, taking back control. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tighten my entire lower body.
“You like that, don’t you, Aaliyah?” His voice was desperate and needy.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Oh, shit,” he groaned softly, picking up the pace.
His strokes consistently hit the right spot. It was like he knew which buttons to push and when. I held on to the edge of the island for dear life as he pounded into me.
“Right there, right there,” I called out breathlessly. “Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
“Come on this dick for old times’ sake. Just like you used to. Let me feel that pussy.”
I tried my best to hold it together, but I felt myself coming undone as soon as he said that. “Oh my God!”
He sucked in a shuddering breath before he let loose, ramming into me. “I know you missed it,” he panted. “Even if you can’t admit it, your pussy is telling on you. You’re so wet for me. Do you hear that? Do you fucking hear how wet you are for me?”
As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. Each and every word out of his mouth added to my building orgasm. He always talked a lot of shit, and I loved it.
“Matt,” I panted, beginning my descent into pure pleasure. My muscles clenched, and I started clamping down around him. “Oh. God. Yes.”
“That’s right,” he hissed. “You’re coming for me.”
The ache deep inside me exploded. Quivering, I came apart on his throbbing dick.
“Oh, shit!” His body jerked and shuddered as he reached his climax as abruptly as I’d reached mine.
I slumped against the island, completely worn out. My head rested against the cool marble and my breaths came out in heavy bursts. Matthew was bent over me, hugging me and panting on my back. My thighs were shaking and the only reason I was still upright was because I was pinned down.
“Wow,” he exhaled before carefully pulling out of me. He turned me around and stared at me. “I almost forgot how good you feel.”
“Yeah,” I agreed lightly, still catching my breath. “That was good.”
I let my head rock back, and I stared at the ceiling. Met expectations and pure satisfaction ran through my veins and quieted the noise my horniness had caused. The on-edge feeling had been replaced by calmness. The feral desire that started to cloud my judgment after months of abstinence had been replaced with quiet peace. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep contented breath.
“Now,” Matthew started. “Can we just start over?”
I raised my head and looked into his hopeful brown eyes. The sinking sensation that I was hoping to avoid returned. Grabbing the paper towels that I’d pushed out of the way when he’d first bent me over, I tore off a few squares. Cleaning myself up, I started to move toward the trash can.
He took the juice-soaked paper towels from my hand and held them up to his nose, inhaling deep. “Do you even know what you do to me? You smell so good. Let me taste you again. Please.”
Pulling my skirt down, I took the paper towels from his hand and tossed them in the trash. “I told you this was a one-time thing when I agreed to come over.”
He removed the condom and then followed me to the sink while I washed my hands.
“You also told me that you weren’t ever going to see me again, and here you are—seeing me again,” he reasoned. “Things change, and I want you to change your mind about us kicking it with each other again.”
“Matthew…” I shook my head before I tugged my shirt over it. “You and I didn’t work out for multiple reasons. You already know this.”
He twisted his face in confusion, pointing at my clothed body and then his naked one. “You didn’t just feel that? We work. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel that.”
Copyright © 2024 by Danielle Allen
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