Page 19 of Betting Her Curves

Then, he slides back before pushing forwards again. It still hurts, but it’s not so bad this time, and I let out a melodious moan of mixed pleasure and pain.

“Better?” he whispers while kissing my tears again.

“A little,” I whisper. But Patrick can’t stop. He tries his best, going slow and gentle, but the tight vise of my virgin pussy is too much for any man. He begins fucking me with abandon, his massive cock sheathing itself in my swollen cunt again and again. The pistoning is relentless, even as he looks down at me with apology in those blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, Ashley,” he pants, sweat running down those sculpted pecs. “You’re too fucking sexy, and—”

Patrick stops then, pulling out before holding his cock and ejaculating all over my pussy and asshole. Hot seed squirts onto my sweetest spots, and to my surprise, I come again as well. I’m not sure what does it – the filth of the situation, or the intimacy. After all, this man has literally licked my asshole, and sucked on my nipples. Now, he’s giving me his most precious self, and I watch with satisfaction as he roars with release, spurting hot man milk on my swollen folds.

“Fuck!” he shouts. “Shit shit shit!”

“Yes,” I moan, opening my legs wider to get as much of his precious seed into me as possible. “Mmmm, give it to me all.”

His balls pulse and his cock pumps, gallons of sticky fluid emptying onto my snatch and dripping down to smear over my asshole. There’s so much that the sofa beneath me is ruined, with a giant wet spot from our mixed fluids. But I don’t care because the only thing that matters is bringing this man pleasure, and being pleasured in return. Patrick O’Lachlan has more than delivered, and I stare raptly at his handsome features as he slowly recovers from his massive climax.

“Shit,” he finally pants, fisting his dick in one palm. “I really did a number on you, didn’t i?”

I do a mental inventory of my curves and wince a little.

“Yeah, I guess my pussy is a little sore. But not in a bad way,” I say quickly. “A good one.”

He stares down at my nude curves, his gaze still hungry against all odds. But then, Patrick catches sight of the red smears on the inside of my thighs and his face pales. “I’ll be right back,” he mutters before levering himself off the couch.

Slowly, I lift myself to one elbow. Where is this man going? But he returns in moments from the half bath, a damp towel in one hand, before ministering to me gently.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” I squeal as he gently pats my tender holes. “Oh my god, oh my god!”

Patrick doesn’t stop despite my protests.

“Sweetheart, you gifted me your cherry, and I’m so grateful for it. I will never forget how sweet and innocent you were, and howyou still are,” he corrects. “A woman only has one first time, and you gave that to me. I’ll treasure it forever.”

I blush.

“But it was good for you too, right?” I ask, sudden panic lighting in my chest. “I mean, it wasn’t just so-so because you were trying to treat me right?”

Patrick chuckles before finishing with the wet cloth and pressing a kiss to my bulging clit. I startle at the sensation and he chuckles darkly again.

“Sweetheart, I just deposited gallons of come on your hungry cunt. It was better than so-so. It was fucking mind-blowing and we’ll be doing it again.”

“We will?” I gasp. But his masculine form is already telling me the answer because as I watch, his cock hardens and stiffens before my eyes, thickening with arousal. This time, I have a devious urge to press my mouth to the little hole at the top, and maybe even to lick up and down the length before seeing how much I can take down my throat. Eight inches? Nine? Maybe even all of it?

Evidently Patrick can read my mind because the Irishman’s blue eyes gleam as he pulls me up into a sitting positions.

“Ready to try?” he hums, tapping my cheek with his hardened rod. “I think you’ll like it, sweetheart.”

Then, my mouth opens ... and there’s no room for words.

11

Ashley

Ican’t believe this is my life. Or rather, I can because when it comes to Patrick O’Lachlan, anything is possible. The alpha male has unlimited resources, including money, planes, cars, and even a magnificent castle in Ireland.

That’s where I am now. After our rendezvous in the Presidential Suite, I figured that the billionaire was done with me. He won our bet, fair and square, and I delivered for a night of incredible, mind-blowing sensuality. Even now, the memory makes me shiver with heat, thinking back to how the alpha male stroked and touched my most intimate spots, making me come again and again.

But the events of the morning-after were a surprise. I fished for my clothes in the darkness of the master bedroom, trying to keep silent. I couldn’t find my panties, and remembered the red column dress was lying discarded in the sitting area. Trying not to make any sound, I tiptoed to the door, intent on escaping.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. I tripped over something in the darkness and landed flat on my face on the carpet, my boobs smashed against the soft pile and my ass high in the air.

---