Page 17 of Betting Her Curves

The Irishman lifts his head, those blue eyes searing and his lips wet.

“Achy where?” he rumbles while helping me out of my dress. Now, I’m clad only in the tiniest pair of lace panties, along with crimson stilettos emphasizing my long legs. The billionaire can’t stop staring at the wet spot at the vee of my panties, and I clench my legs together, suddenly embarrassed again.

But he’s relentless, one big hand pulling my leg open so that I have no choice but to reveal myself to that ravenous stare.

“You’re gorgeous, baby girl,” he rasps. “Don’t hide your arousal from me. If anything, it makes me fucking hard and gets me ready to rip your pussy in half. But I won’t,” he says when I let out a shocked gasp. “We’ll go slow if that’s what you need because you’re young, sweetheart, and likely tight and small.” Suddenly, a thought crosses Patrick’s mind and he fixes me with a direct look. “Have you been with a man before, Ashley? Tell me if this is your first time. I need to know.”

I blush because I was hoping not to have this conversation, and especially not while sitting nude and lush in Patrick’s lap. But I shake my head side to side while worrying at my lip with his teeth.

“No, I’ve never been with a man,” I whisper. “Is that bad?” I ask as tears spring to my eyes. “I know it’s not what you want to hear, but like I said, I was ballerina back when I was in Buffalo. All I did was practice, practice, practice, and it took up all my time when I wasn’t in school. I didn’t have time to talk to boys even because I was so focused on leaving my hometown. I’msorry,” I say quietly as a tear slips silently down my cheek. “Do you hate me now?”

Patrick’s silent, and for a moment, panic rushes through my veins. Oh my god, I’ve played my cards wrong again. Not only did I fuck up at poker, but I’ve now fucked up the intimate game that takes place between men and women. My soul is crushed. I knew I was in over my head the moment I laid eyes on the charismatic billionaire, and now he’s going to ask me to leave.

Swallowing my tears, I turn my chin away, unable to meet his gaze.

“I know this isn’t what you’re looking for,” I mutter while trying to scramble out of his lap. “I’m sorry, Mr. O’Lachlan. I’ll make sure the Degas knows I left before consummating the bet, and if I can offer something else—”

But I’m pulled back against his hard form so fast that the air is knocked out of my lungs. I’m motionless for a moment, startled as my heart races because Patrick snarls then. The billionaire literally lets out a vicious growl as he slips a big hand between my legs, stroking the wetness there.

“You’re going nowhere,” he rasps. “You’ll be making good on your bet, Ashley. No one walks away from me without paying their dues. But first,” he rasps. “Let me show you how much I want you. I don’t care that you’re a virgin, sweetheart,” he moans, blue eyes flashing. “If anything, it turns me on.”

Then, he unsnaps his pants and the largest cock I’ve ever seen pops out, massive and pointing straight up towards the ceiling. I’ve seen cocks in porn before, and those Whitezilla clips have nothing on my man. He’s a glorious, thick ten inches, with bulging veins running up the right and left sides of his shaft.His balls are already high and tight, and as I watch, a pearl of pre-come forms at the tip before slipping down the lengthy thickness, leaving a trail of moisture.

“Yessss,” he hisses, taking my small wrist in an iron clasp. “Feel it, baby. That’s how much Daddy wants you.”

I’m scared at first, and my big breasts rise with a startled inhale. But then he forces my palm to brush against his heated skin, and to my surprise, my fingers curve automatically around that thick length. He’s soft and velvety, and also rock hard at once, like a powerful baton wrapped in the softest casing.

“It’s hot,” I breathe, gently running my fist up and down his massive shaft before giving it a tentative squeeze. “It’s growing too!”

Patrick lets out a low, tortured groan as he remains utterly still, letting me feel my first male cock.

“Yes, baby,” he rasps. “You’ve got me so aroused that I’m beyond hard. I’m fucking iron at this point, and if you keep doing that, I’m going to ejaculate.”

I stop for a moment, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You will?”

Patrick groans again, nodding.

“Fuck yeah. Look how much semen is seeping out, baby. Your hand’s soaked already, and that’s because I’m ready to give you a baby right now.”

I pause my movements because it’s true. The pink helmet of the billionaire’s cock is shiny with seed, lubricating the glide of my palm against his heated shaft. The veins seem to bulgeeven more than before, and my man has deep streaks against his cheekbones, his jaw clenched while enduring my intimate exploration of his body. With a low growl, Patrick knocks my hand away while gritting his teeth.

“Oh no,” I gasp. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” he grunts, pushing me down on the couch before parting my thick thighs. “But we can’t keep doing that forever without something bad happening, sweetheart, and you’re not ready to take me yet. You’re still too tight and tiny, and I need to stretch your cunt out, not to mention your ass. Now show me where it aches, sweetheart. You were telling me that it hurts, remember?”

Oh my god, he’s so filthy! What does he mean by stretching out my cunt, and also my ass? Is that even legal? But I can’t think because while scary and intimidating, this is also a dream come true. I have a huge, handsome alpha male poised between my legs, his blue eyes roaming hungrily over my creamy form. His eyes graze over my breasts, pausing at my aching nipples, before sliding down my poochy tummy to stop at the drenched vee of my panties. “Tell me, Ashley,” he commands. “Show me where it hurts.”

Slowly, I nod as arousal blooms in my pelvis.

“Well, it’s right here,” I say, cheeks hot as I gesture vague to my pussy area. “It feels squishy and so tender, and I don’t know...”

Patrick doesn’t hesitate. He lifts the gusset of my panties away from my swollen folds before strapping the lace to one side. Then, the alpha male gently grazes his thumb over my sopping folds, testing my little hole for a moment.

“Here?” he grits out, his eyes flicking to my face for a moment. “Or here?”

The man slides his thumb further up until he’s caressing my clit, gently running circles around the sensitized flesh before stopping to massage the bottom of the hard nub.

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