Chapter 10
10
Ashley
“ P atrick, what are you doing to me?” I moan breathily. My eyes snap open suddenly because did I just say that? It sounds like a line out of a bad romance movie, but then again, I really mean it. What is the billionaire doing to me, and how come I feel so hot, wet, and utterly aroused at once?
After all, I came to his suite expecting sex. It’s the grim reality of the situation, and a logical conclusion after my crushing loss at poker earlier this evening. My full house was edged out by Patrick’s four of a kind, and I could hardly breathe when all was said and done. It’s a bad memory, to be honest.
I’d shown my hand, a triumphant smile creeping over my lips. The handsome asshole was about to meet his maker, and the giant mountain of chips in the middle was practically screaming my name.
But the Irishman didn’t lose his cool upon seeing my full house. That was my first clue. Instead, those blue eyes gleamed as a small smile played at the corner of his mobile mouth.
“Is that all you have?” he drawled.
I sputtered with outrage.
“What do you mean, is that all I have? Of course that’s all I have. It’s my entire hand! In case you’re wondering I don’t have more cards up my sleeve because that would be called cheating. I don’t even have any sleeves on this dress!”
That white grin flashed as he chuckled with appreciative laughter.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”
“Well, you basically just called me a cheater!” I huffed.
“No, I didn’t,” he corrected, holding up one big hand as his handsome mien went utterly serious. “I would never accuse you of cheating, Miss Finnegan, in any way, shape, or form.”
Now, I blush remembering those words because evidently, the poker game wasn’t our first meeting. Instead, the huge man says that he witnessed my debauchery with the fake diamonds! He saw me case the joint while sitting silently in a corner of the darkened room, and that asshole never made a peep! Even worse, Patrick saw me nude on my hands and knees, moaning as my cunt was crammed full of sparkly jewels, and to top it all off, I slipped one in my ass too because I was such a greedy slut.
Heat runs through me but it’s not just cringey embarrassment. It’s sheer arousal because even with shame running through my veins, the man is working wonders on my curves. He presses hot kisses to my throat while murmuring my name against my scalding skin.
“You’re so sweet, Ashley. I’ve been waiting for a girl like you. Who knew I’d find you here?”
I let out a breathless laugh while running my fingers through the dark hair at the nape of his neck. The touch is sensual, and very intimate too, as my deepest womanhood vibrates with awareness.
“You mean, here in the City of Sin, known for its raunch and bad taste?” I quip breathlessly.
The huge man grins, holding me close.
“Vegas is known for being tacky and tasteless, but there are some good parts too. I found you, for one,” he growls, pressing another worshipful kiss to my neck. “You’re an intriguing mix of sassy and sweet, baby girl. Innocent and yet also a woman wise beyond her years.”
“Maybe it’s because I have to be,” I laugh breathlessly, as he pulls down the zip to the red column gown. The fabric parts slowly, revealing my giant Double D’s, full and sensitive. The pink tips are already stiff, and with a low growl, Patrick dips his head to suck one into his mouth.
“Oh!” I squeak, clutching his broad shoulders as hot jolts of sensation run straight from my nipple to my cunt. It feels so good, and my head tilts back as Patrick suckles hungrily.
“Shit baby, you taste amazing,” he rasps against my skin before switching to my other teat. “So fucking sexy.”
A hot jolt rips through my pussy and I squeeze my thighs together trying to relieve the tension.
“But Daddy, it’s so achy,” I pant. “Mmm!”
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’m sorry,” 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 bulge even 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.
“Oooh, yes there!” I cry out, my back arching as delicious sexy tingles run through my cunt. “Yes, that’s where my ache is, Daddy! It feels so good when you touch it like that!”
Patrick lets out another growl of appreciation, this time bending his head to run his tongue through my sopping folds as I let out another squeal of shock and delight.
“Does the ache feel better when I suck and kiss it, baby? Does that make it go away?”
Then, my man goes to town. He laps hungrily at my soaked snatch, even spreading my labia with two fingers to get deep into my glossy pink.
“So fucking creamy,” he mutters before thrusting his tongue inside. “So fucking tight too.”
By now, I’ve lost my ability to talk. My eyes are closed as I arch my back on the sofa, totally focused on the spell this man is casting over my curves. He sucks and kisses my clit, before fucking my little hole with his tongue, moaning with satisfaction when he comes upon a puny barrier.
“Fuck, you are a virgin,” he rasps, backing up for a moment to stare up at me, that cut-glass jaw glistening with my intimate fluids. “I licked your hymen, baby. It’s definitely there.”
Wait, how is that even possible? How can a man taste a woman’s innocence, the way Patrick just did? But I don’t have time to contemplate his claim because he gets right back to it. This time, he rips off my panties with one big hand, the fabric discarded carelessly on the floor beside us. Then he pushes my knees up and out so that I’m bared before him like the tastiest feast.
“So beautiful,” he moans against my heated flesh while lapping hungrily at the sopping folds. “So fucking gorgeous in every way, shape, and form.” Then, to my surprise, Patrick drops his head even lower and begins licking my asshole.
“What are you doing?” I squeal, jolting my head up. “Oh my god, stop! I’m dirty down there!”
But the billionaire doesn’t mind my words. Instead, he keeps going, running his tongue over my pleats while moaning deep in his throat.
“No part of you is dirty, baby,” he rasps. “Besides, if I want you to come with Daddy’s tongue up your butt, then that’s what’s going to happen. You do what I say, Ashley. Remember that. My word is your command.”
His demand for obedience makes me go weak inside, and my pussy gushes with pleasure. Patrick grunts his approval, and returns to licking my asshole and pussy, alternating between the two. Then he edges a finger into my tight cunt, stroking it up and down a bit, before pushing a second one in with the first.
“Unnnnh,” I whine deliriously. “Oh god, yes!”
Patrick’s smile is almost sinister as he watches my heated reaction. The man then scissors his fingers inside, stretching me out for his possession.
“You’re doing so well,” he croons before biting my clit. “You’re incredibly responsive, Ashley. A dream come true.”
His words shoot me into the stratosphere, and suddenly, I’m erupting in his arms. My eyes fly open as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, even edging another one into my ass as I twist and churn beneath his caresses.
“Ooooh!” I squeal. “Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck it, fuck it! Oooh, it feels so good, Daddy!”
Patrick watches with flashing eyes as I experience my first climax at the touch of a man. His penis seeps and throbs as my pussy clenches on his digits, milking them like the cock I’m so hungry for.
“Oooh!” I scream again. “Ahhhh, yesssss!”
This time, it’s his deep push into my rectum that makes me fragment into pieces again. The feel of his big finger plugging my anus shatters my awareness, and suddenly, I’m coming again as he fucks me in both holes.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he croons. “You look so good taking a man in your orifices. I knew you’d be just the slut for me.”
I’m so overcome with pleasure that I don’t mind the foul language. In fact, I build on it.
“Yes, Daddy!” I scream as my body snaps and ripples, clamping on the delicious penetration. “I’m your slut! My body belongs to you! Trash my cunt and ass and use them for your pleasure.”
The invitation is too much. Patrick pulls his fingers out of my holes, my curves still shaking beneath him. Then, he notches that massive cock at my pussy entrance and with one forceful shove, he’s balls deep and grunting with pleasure while penetrating my virgin twat.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he manages. “Shit, baby.”
Meanwhile, I’m cringing with pain.
“Ow,” is my small whisper as I try to adjust to his massive size. “It hurts.”
Patrick’s perfectly still above me, but drops his head to press a kiss to the tears on my cheeks.
“I know, baby girl, but it’ll get better. Just relax, and you’ll begin to enjoy it. I promise.”
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 how you 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.