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  He traced the tiniest of circles with his large index finger, changing up the pattern and direction every so often so she didn’t become desensitized to it. Her body grew more and more rigid and she bit down on her lip hard.

  He felt the swell of her orgasm as her muscles clamped down on him. All of his problems disappeared and the rest of the world melted away. His cock pulsed and jerked with pleasure as she milked him to completion. The sweetest feeling in all the world had to be emptying yourself into the woman you loved.

  Bathed in sweat, their bodies stopped quivering after a few moments and he lay beside her, folding her in his arms. “I’m going to give you a minute, then I’m gonna eat that little pussy of yours for lunch.”

  “Daddy!”

  “Told you this was ‘how many times can Daddy make you come’ day. How many so far?”

  “Three,” she answered breathlessly. “But we’ve been fucking all day. At least let me take a shower first.” She held her hands over her crotch protectively.

  “You think a little cum and pussy juice is gonna scare me off?”

  Her face screwed up, clearly uncomfortable.

  Natron went to the bathroom and returned with a wet rag. “If it will make you feel better, babygirl, Daddy will give your little kitty a bath first.” He spread her legs wide and wiped her luscious mound with the damp warm washcloth, taking care to clean off any leftover semen. Then he laughed. “Now for a tongue bath.”

  He began by licking her outside lips, his tongue traveling up and down from her opening to her clitoris. Making his tongue flat, he caressed her languidly, developing a sensuous pattern as he buried his face between her legs. “Damn, you taste good, girl.”

  “Daddy!” she protested as if she didn’t believe him.

  “You do. You are one hot and sexy girl,” he insisted. “I love to taste the nectar from your sweet honeypot.”

  He must have said the right thing because she gripped his newly bald head and held him to her.

  Sucking her clit into his mouth, he flicked his tongue back and forth over it in a dirty little oral tango. Carmen’s moans grew louder as he persisted in pleasuring her magic spot. She grabbed for his vanished locks but came up empty. Instead, she began to stroke his head feverishly between both hands. Her body tensed, then shook uncontrollably as he worked her pussy with his mouth.

  Her orgasm seemed to go on and on in waves. Giving his tired jaw a break, he continued manipulating her clit with one finger as he stimulated her hardened nipple with the other hand.

  After convulsing for almost ten minutes, Carmen’s body slowly returned to normal.

  “That felt like a lot. How many times do you think you came that time?”

  Dazed, Carmen responded, “I don’t know. Three or four. Maybe five.” She wiped her brow.

  “Let’s go with four. Aren’t you glad you’re multi-orgasmic?” he asked.

  “Only with you. I’ve never been like that before.”

  Natron nodded, pleased with himself. “That’s because Daddy prides himself on pleasing you. That’s my job, and I want to be better at that job than anything else I do.”

  She chuckled. “Better than playing wide receiver?”

  “Yeah, better than that. Anyone can play wide receiver. Haven’t you seen that fool Stalcup killin’ it out there on the field lately?”

  She shook her head. “Sure, but he’s not just anyone.”

  “Whatever. Shoot. He can do that, but nobody else can do what I do to you. Nobody.” He scooted up next to her and pressed his lips to her neck. “I want you to be so happy with me that you’re never tempted by any other man. Because you know that nobody can satisfy you the way I can.”

  “Aww, Daddy, that’s so sweet. I already know that.”

  He clasped her to him, feeling her heart beating against his chest. “Just don’t you forget it. Nobody can take care of you like your daddy.”

  She snuggled further into his embrace. “That’s right, Daddy. You’re the only one for me.”

  They lay quietly for a while, and Carmen dozed off. Natron was tempted to fall asleep too, but instead he got up, threw on a robe, and padded barefoot into the kitchen. He’d ask chef to fix them a nice lunch, maybe some chicken salad with fruit.

  He may have given her seven orgasms already today, but if he was going to make it to his goal of a dozen he was going to need some sustenance.

  Chapter Twenty

  A couple of days later, Natron conducted the big reveal of his new haircut, or rather lack of hair, on television. That Thursday he invited Joanne Mills, the sexy blond Entertainment Nightly reporter to his home. With the Super Bowl coming up in less than a month, the media was more focused than ever on professional football players, and Natron meant to capitalize on it.

  The EN staff had rearranged his living room to provide the optimal backdrop for the interview. Mini-microphones were clipped to his shirt and the hairdressers gave Joanne’s coif a last minute fluff-up.

  “3-2-1… And we’re rolling,” the cameraman warned.

  Joanne came to life, blossoming under the harsh lights that had been set up in front of the seating area. “Good evening. I’m here in Dallas with last year’s MVP, Natron Dakers. As you might know, Natron suffered a broken knee during the first game of the year this season.”

  Turning her attention to him, she asked, “Natron, how’s your rehab coming?”

  “It’s going well, Joanne. Thanks. I’m at least a month ahead of schedule and expect to be back on the field before the end of this season.”

  “Wow. Already? You know your team has to win its next game in order for you to do that…”

  “Joanne, I have every confidence that the Vipers will continue their playoff run all the way to the Super Bowl.”

  “You sound rather convinced. Now everyone is going to be asking about the hair. For a man who’s known for his wild dreadlocks, what made you decide to shave your head?”

  “Joanne, it was time for a change. I’m a different person since my injury and I thought my appearance should reflect that.”

  “Well, it’s a pretty drastic transition, from lots of hair to none at all. How have you changed and are you making a statement with your new look?”

  “You could say that. Since I’ve been injured I’ve had a chance to pause, reflect, think about what’s really important in life. And while I love a good touchdown dance, I’ve realized there’s more to life than football.”

  “What, specifically is at the top of your priority list then, instead of football?”

  “It’s not that football isn’t a priority, I have dedicated myself wholeheartedly to coming back, but I think now I realize how important family is to me.”

  “I’ve heard your mother came to stay with you and take care of you during your recuperation. I know the two of you are close. She raised you as a single mom… Did her being here help bring you closer together?”

  “Yeah. My mom is great and she helped me a lot. But my girlfriend, she really supported me too. I couldn’t ask for a better partner than her.”

  “Your girlfriend Carmen Harris, the local artist?”

  “Yeah. She’s a super talented girl.” He flashed a grin at the camera.

  “So you’ve gotten closer. I’ve heard rumors that you and she might be getting engaged. Any truth to those rumors?”

  Natron managed a look that was both sly and coy at the same time. “Now, I wasn’t expecting you to ask me that.”

  “C’mon, Natron. You’re an eligible guy. The ladies want to know if you’re going off the market.”

  “To be honest, Joanne, I have to say I can’t imagine life without her. When I look into her eyes, I see my future children.”

  Joanne giggled. “Okay, now you’ve given me goose bumps. That Carmen is one lucky girl. How does she feel about your new look?”

  “Well, she helped me do it, actually. She likes it, but she says it is taking some time to get used to.”

  “I’ll bet. Now, back to
football. This year your good friend and Dallas Vipers wide receiver Marvin Stalcup is having an impressive season. He’s second in the league in receiving yards and his numbers are close to what yours were last year. What do you say to the critics who say that it’s the system and not the individual that makes Vipers receivers so successful?”

  “Well, for one thing I don’t think Marvin would agree with that any more than I do. Marvin is a talented football player and I’m pleased to see him following in my footsteps. When I get back out there, defenses better look out. We’ll be the biggest double threat in football.”

  Joanne nodded. “Will you be in Philly this weekend for the playoffs?”

  “I’m not sure, but wherever I am I’ll be doing everything I can to get back on that field.”

  “Thanks for sitting down with us, and good luck with your comeback.”

  “Thank you, Joanne.”

  * * *

  Friday morning, a phone alarm jingled in Carmen’s bedroom. Upon hearing it, Carmen rolled over and hid her head under the pillow. Natron turned it off and threw his arm around her. Carmen snuggled closer to him. Having missed him for the past few days, she wound her legs around his and began kissing his smooth neck. Nibbling on his ear, she settled in for a sweet cuddle session.

  But Daddy had other plans.

  Under the covers she realized that his hand had been on his morning wood. He growled and moved her hand over his erection. “Baby, I’ve been missing you.”

  She felt a slight throb in her head but ignored it. “Me too, Daddy.” She curled her hand around his shaft and stroked it. Her fingers deftly worked their magic, bringing him to the height of arousal.

  The alarm went off again. “Just a minute,” he said and hit the snooze button. “I almost want to call in to work, tell them I’ll be late and have you ride me this morning.” He wore a devilish grin.

  “Natron, you can’t do that! You have to go in.”

  “Naaah. I’ll be late this morning. You and that little pussy of yours are too tempting. Climb up on top of Daddy.”

  She sighed. Really, what she wanted to do was sleep, but she crawled out of bed and peeled off her pajamas and warm socks. Jeez, it was cold. Normally she slept naked, but when it was cold out like last night, she wore her flannel pajamas. Forget being sexy, she needed comfort when she was freezing.

  As she stood on the side of the bed, her head pinged with the beginning of a headache. She shook it off, laughing to herself at the idea of a headache stopping her from performing her duties as a sub.

  If Daddy wanted her body, she would submit to him and do as he asked. Of course she always had the option of saying no, they both knew that. But what she had found over time was that even when she didn’t feel like being sexual with Daddy at first, she still took great pleasure in pleasing him and along the way she usually enjoyed herself too. Daddy prided himself in making her feel good. Hell, the endorphins might make her headache go away.

  Naked, she got back in the bed and draped her body on top of his. Grinding her pussy over his cock brought her little excitement at first. She was dry and sleepy, but her body woke up and lubed itself as she impaled herself and rode him like a pogo stick.

  “Mmm,” she purred.

  Fondling her nipples, he kissed her deeply, his lips claiming hers, inviting her into an intimate dance that could match no other. Then he captured her hands and held her over him in a seated position, and thrust into her at a rapid pace. She loved being his captive, atop him, on display for him as he rammed up into her so hard and fast that she could only try to hold onto his hands as tightly as she could.

  Her body began to jerk as she climaxed, her pleasure increased by the way he held her so securely in his arms, yet controlled her movements as though she were restrained. His cock pulsed several more times inside her before he came with a shudder.

  When he released her arms, Carmen drowsily curled into the crook of his arm and they fell asleep.

  The alarm went off again. “Oh, my God. I want you again.”

  “Tonight. Daddy, you need to go to work,” she yawned.

  He slipped his leg between hers. “I want to take you from behind.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes. Spread your legs for me.”

  Really? She knew he should be going to work, but it wasn’t her place to push him. Or to refuse him.

  “C’mon, babygirl.”

  Those words made her melt every time. Whenever he called her that, she was his to command. Her legs parted and she lifted her ass to give him easier access.

  Still coated with his cum, his cock slid in easily. He liked to fuck her deep, driving all the way to the cervix, pounding her hard, then angling back to hit her g-spot.

  Pinned underneath him, she felt like his prisoner and he knew it. It was part of the game. “You can’t get away,” he taunted. “No matter how much you struggle, no matter what you do, you aren’t going anywhere. You just have to lie here and take it.”

  She wiggled underneath him to test out his theory. Sure enough, he was too heavy on her. She wasn’t getting out of this, not that she’d want to. Having him fuck her was one of her greatest joys, but the idea that she was at his mercy increased her pleasure immensely.

  Reaching around her head, he held her chin in one hand and her forehead in the other, stabilizing her head as he fucked her hard. Shoving a thumb into her mouth for her to suck simultaneously made her feel completely controlled and immobilized. That turned her on even more and she moaned in ecstasy as she suckled on his finger. Her body felt as if she were on fire, the helplessness of her position bringing her arousal to new heights. When he shifted his weight so that he was fucking her g-spot at a fast and furious pace, she cried into the thumb gag and her consciousness was wracked with an earth-moving orgasm. Giving up everything she had to him, she felt her cunt release her girly fluid as she came all over his exploding cock.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  An hour later, Natron’s mood took a nosedive when the offensive coordinator cussed him out for showing up late. Part of him didn’t give a crap. Why the hell did he need to come to the meeting anyway? It was about the upcoming game this weekend. The one they weren’t going to let him play in.

  The other part of him cringed at his selfish, immature behavior. He knew he needed to show the coaches his best, and that included being on time for meetings, practices, everything.

  His heart rate increased every time the coaching staff talked about the plays drawn up for Marvin. Natron could feel the jealousy eating away at him. The frustration that he couldn’t yet play rose up in his throat like bile. He had been the MVP last year. It should be him, not Marvin, they were designing plays for.

  Patience had never been his strong suit, but he had done his best in his current situation and now it looked like all his work, all his training, and all his sacrifice would be for nothing. The team thought he’d be ready to play by March, a month after the Super Bowl, which did him absolutely no good. He desperately wanted to play in the playoffs and as reality set in, so did depression.

  When the day’s meetings finished, Natron found himself walking out to the parking lot the same time as Marvin. Natron rolled his eyes. He’d hoped to avoid talking to Marvin altogether.

  “Hey!” Marvin called to him. “Heard you were throwin’ the ball around with Clay this week.”

  Damn! Did everything get back to this guy?

  “You’ll get it back, bro.” Marvin offered him a handshake.

  Natron saw the glimmer of pity in Marvin’s eye and his throat began to close. He reached out tentatively, curled his hand in Marvin’s and made the appropriate handshake gestures.

  Natron forced a smile. “Aww yeah, you know it. Better look out next year,” he said and left the building feeling lower than an alligator’s belly.

  The team plane would be leaving for Philly the next day and he wouldn’t be on it. It was a Friday night and wanting nothing more than to forget his life and let off a lit
tle steam, he dialed Clarence’s number.

  * * *

  That night Carmen turned on the television to see Natron’s EN interview. Sitting on her sofa, alone in her apartment, watching him talk about her on TV was surreal. She didn’t usually watch entertainment gossip shows.

  She should have been pleased that Natron talked about settling down with her, but something about the interview seemed calculated, staged. And when he told her about the interview, he didn’t mention that he practically said he was going to marry her.

  He’d shaved his head to draw the media attention back to him. Was he doing the same thing by talking about getting engaged to her? That must be it, because he’d never mentioned anything about their future to her and it made her feel like a pawn.

  It sucked feeling like you were the last one to know, especially about her own relationship. It reminded her of when she’d been the last one to learn that Natron had broken his knee. Hell, everyone who had a television found out before her and she’d had to find out in a text from James.

  The whole thing made her wonder if Natron was even considering proposing to her at all…

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  If Natron hadn’t just told a reporter that he was practically engaged, the media shitstorm that ensued might not have been so bad, but when Carmen woke up Saturday morning, a small army of reporters were camped outside her apartment ready to get her reaction to the latest celebrity scandal.

  Originally she’d been on the way to her car to fetch a sweatshirt she’d left there, but she forgot all about that when several microphones were shoved in her face and sharp, staccato voices shouted questions at her.

  “Did you know Natron was cheating on you?”

  “Is it true she’s going to have his love child?”

  “Have you ever met Inya Burkheart?”

  Carmen’s face tightened and her lips clamped shut. What the hell were these people talking about? Without thought, she rushed back inside and locked the door behind her.