Double Down: The most precious pot (Hot Kings and Curvy Queens of Las Vegas Book 1)
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He spins me round to face the door. Spreads my legs wide. I yelp as his cock stretches me wide, and he rams it all the way up inside me. My knees buckle and I’m leaning my weight on his pole. He pumps me with his thick shaft, sawing hard against the front of my pussy, banging into the soft, wet folds.
My face is wet as his hip bone pummels the soft flesh of my ass, slapping louder and wetter with each stroke.
“Like to make a bet?” he rasps as he grabs at my hair. I squeeze my tit as my face screws tight. Breathing hot into the door as the noise of it being banged against the frame grows louder.
“Yes,” I shout, “Yes. Please! Harder!”
His strong body covers me from behind. He pushes deeper in and I’m on the point of total collapse. Inside, I’m fizzing, brimming, boiling, ready to burst.
His mouth is by my ear. “Ready, dealer?”
He grips my ass. Tight.
I moan, loud, “Ready, Player One!” and I can feel him swell and pulsate as my walls tremble around him, “Yes,” I shout. “Now!” and we’re sinking to the floor. Rocking, convulsing, fucking wildly.
Every part of me lights up inside as he blasts bolts of his thick, hot sticky semen, splashing, hosing inside me.
We collapse, still pushing, scissoring together, quaking in a heap on the thick rug.
His lips are on my neck, under my ear. “I really love you, dealer.”
My voice is a deep moan, “I love you, Player One.”
I don’t know how we found our way from the floor, up into the soft covers. At some point, I think he must have carried me.
I stroke his cheek and pull him close. Then I wake him with a kiss.
His eyes shine out from under his almost closed lids. The morning sun makes his skin glisten in a golden glow.
I tell him, “I think you won your bet.”
He pulls me closer. “Do I get the big pot?”
“Winner takes all, Player One.”
Chapter 18
Adam
Jason told his friend Harry, the limo driver. Harry confided to one of his best customers, Markus, an antiques trader from New Jersey. Markus let it slip when he was on a long call to Sylvania, a much sought-after Russian beauty, originally from Minsk but presently holding soirées in an elegant dacha outside Saint Petersburg. She had the distinguished ear of one Oleg Bresinsky. Bresinsky arranged for his second best Gulfstream jet to fly a number of Sylvania’s best girls with him to Las Vegas, immediately.
That day, the Saturday, Jason was not unhappy about his tips.
In the watery dawn light, I return to the suite and wake her.
“Don’t you understand? You’ve turned me into an idiot.” We’re wrestling. “I played every hand, played out until nobody could stand to play anymore. After that, I should have been out schmoozing and commiserating. Getting under the skin of these other idiots that I’m reaming the assets out of. But I’m running back here like a schoolboy chasing a flicking tail.” She bites me. “And it’s your flicking tail I want, baby.”
She lifts an eyebrow, holding my shoulders at arm’s length. “Are you messing up your game by coming back to me?”
“No, I’m playing the mystery man. They all buy it. They all think tomorrow they’re going to work together and win it all back from me. Or Monday.”
“Might they?”
“Nnnnnnope. Not a chance.” I grab the waistband of her panties, “But don’t think you’ll get away with changing the subject.”
“We need to talk.”
“Sure. Let’s talk. Only let’s fuck first.”
“No. Listen to me.”
“Okay. Let’s talk and fuck. We can do both.”
Chapter 19
Grace
Not true, obviously. We just fuck. He holds me upside down and eats me ravenously while I suck him. Then, when I think I can’t take any more, he slings me on my hands and knees and reams me until I gush and shout.
I need to talk.
He doesn’t. “Look, please, Grace. Don’t break the spell. Don’t bust the bubble yet. These guys will lose big and fall hard tomorrow.”
“You seem sure.”
“I’ve tailor-made a snare for each one of them, and they have no clue. None. They’re all standing on trapdoors I’ve crafted for them. ”
I nod, but I hold him tight. “I need to know where we’re headed though.” He’s about to speak, but I lift up a hand. I don’t want him heading me off or changing the subject. “Okay.” I correct myself, “I need to know where I’m headed.”
“Okay.” he says, I understand. Then I’ll double down right now.”
Chapter 20
Adam
Her eyes narrow so sweetly I think she’s about to purr. And I go on, “Tell me I can’t get you married and pregnant within forty-eight hours of finishing this impossible streak of poker triumph.”
“Married by a flying Elvis?”
“Is that what you really want?”
“No,” she laughs. “I don’t care.” she kisses me so softly I think I’ll melt. “But are you serious? Do you mean it? Are you sure?”
“Have you ever known me change my mind about anything?”
“No.” She says, “but I’ve only known you two days.”
My tricksy little dealer. She knows me alright.
Still, I tell her, “What you see is what you get.”
Epilogue
Grace
After the ceremony, we have a small party in the PleasureDome. Saul deals blackjack, just for Adam and me. “One hundred dollars stake each. No buy-in. And I’m using a ten-deck shoe, so good luck counting cards.”
I know where’s he’s going with this. “First to go broke leaves the PleasureDome forever. Or, first to a thousand bucks stays.”
Adam pulls me close. “This could go on a long time.”
“Are you in a hurry, Player One, or just afraid you’re going to lose?”
“In your dreams, dealer.”
He’s either incredibly good or phenomenally lucky at blackjack. He’s already ahead when he draws a pair of tens. He splits them into two hands, doubling his bet, then he doubles down again. He’s dealt an ace to one hand and a jack to the other.
He’s won. Easily. I’m furious. “So. Well done. My wedding present is, I have to leave the PleasureDome? I’m really out of a job?”
“No chance, dealer. I said all along, I’m doubling down on you.” He takes me in his arms. “Wherever you’re working, I can’t play there, right?”
“Right, Player One…” I’m feeling sulky. “So, it might as well be here. You keep your job, and I keep the most wonderful dealer in the world happy.”
I hug and kiss him. “This might just work out yet,” I tell him.
“That’s a relief, Mrs One.”
“Mrs. Doyle, if you don’t mind. Although I’m still not sure I’ll drop my own name.”
“Double down on the double-barrel.”
“Mr. Doyle Moretti?”
“I like it.”
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