Stolen By The Sheikh (Interracial Romance) by Kira Ward Page B

delicious offerings of the street vendors that seemed to occupy every nook, cranny, and corner of the crowded city center. They headed back to the base when they had packed her father’s car so full of treasures that there wouldn’t have been room for them to sit down if they purchased anything else. When they rolled up to the guard booth, Dani hoped that she would catch another glimpse of her fantasy soldier, but he was nowhere to be seen.
    Instead of turning towards his home, her dad went left, making his way to the commissary. He turned to Dani and said, “Just a quick stop, princess. I’m going to grab a Diet Coke. Do you want anything?”
    She was about to tell him to get her a Coke and a pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream, but decided it would be better if she came in with him, on the off chance that she might run into the handsome soldier. “I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for. I’ll come in with you and see what looks good.”
    She wandered up and down the aisles of the commissary, pretending to be indecisive about what she wanted, discreetly checking out all of the handsome young guys in uniform. As they were waiting in line at the checkout, her dad started chatting with a man in front of them. They clearly knew each other and were on friendly terms, but when he saw that young man checking out his daughter, he shot him a half-joking glare and slapped him on the shoulder, “Watch it, Private. That’s my little girl.”
    Dani and the boy both turned crimson, which caused her father to throw back his head and laugh. She may have remained her Daddy’s little girl, but in the eyes of every other man on Earth, she was all grown up. She fit the criteria for the stereotypical American beauty. Her long blonde hair framed her lovely heart shaped face with its perfect layers, and her blue eyes appeared even more striking with her newly acquired tan. She was tall, with long, muscular legs, a tiny waist, perfect breasts, and the ass of a yoga instructor. No one could blame a young guy for taking a second look. Still, her dad would make sure that they didn’t have the opportunity to do more than look; at least not when he was around.
    Back at the house, Dani helped her dad unload the car, and then they curled up together on the couch with their respective pints of ice cream to watch a movie. As her dad flipped through the movie options, he casually asked, “So, Dani. Have you been dating anyone?”
    “No, dad! I told you… not until high school was finished. And I only finished last week! And who knows? It could still be a really long time until I meet anyone I think is worth dating. Anyway, I’m not worried about it, and I’m not in any hurry, because I already love my life. When the right guy comes along, it’ll just be icing on the cake.”
    Her dad gazed at her admiringly. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Dani. Always have been a smart girl. I’m really proud of you.”
    After the movie, Dani gave her dad a peck on the cheek and headed to bed. It had been a long day, and she wasn’t fully recovered from the jet lag. But more than that, she was horny. She carefully locked her bedroom door, then slowly disrobed in front of the full-length mirror, watching her reflection as she stroked the curves and contours of her body. She lifted her breasts and lowered her head, licking and sucking her nipples hard. When she had her herself nicely turned on, she turned out the light and crawled into bed, where the real fun would begin.
    This time she imagined that a black soldier she had seen in the commissary was in bed with her. As she was licking and sucking her fingers, fantasizing about sucking his dick, she started to fondle herself with her other hand, squeezing the juicy lips of her labia and kneading her clit. She was just about to invite the solider to come inside her when she was jarred out of the fantasy by the sound of gunshot. She jolted straight up in bed and sat stock still, listening. Maybe