Page 13 of How to Lose a Dowry in Three Bucks
“Are you ready to get that cunt stretched so you can get fucked by a group of men?”
He was certainly going to hell. But damn, was the trip enjoyable.
Chapter 8
If anyone knew howhot Sophia’s blood ran at the earl’s words, society would cast her out.
Good.
Sophia covered Matt’s hand, stroking her inner thigh, and brought it to her quim. She had a sense of what might feel good but wanted to see what an experienced man might do to her. How he might admire and use her.
“I bet you’re tight,” he muttered, drifting over her nub and placing two fingers right at her entrance. She wiggled to get movement against the skin demanding his touch, then cried out when he pressed in.
“My apologies,” he said, withdrawing quickly and earning another cry.
Sophia grabbed Peverel’s hand before he could fully withdraw and guided him back inside, moaning as he sunk into her body again.
“You like it,” he said wonderingly. “Already.”
It was an understatement. The fullness and stretch were unlike anything she’d experienced during her own explorations. Before she could smother it, a tiny tremor began within, far too soon for her liking.
“And you’re not pained?” he asked.
Sophia nodded no, all the while arching her back and bouncing to meet his thrusting fingers with enthusiasm.
“I’m going to add a finger…”
She groaned, the strain only making her feel better. She’d thought that a woman’s first time was supposed to hurt and result in crying, but she only felt a delicious sensation of fullness.
“Fuck, Sophia,” said the earl, “I bet you could take most of me this very day.”
At that, she reached for his trousers and worked at freeing his manhood. She’d seen that enormous piece once, and she wanted it now. Within her. All of it.
He caught up her hands with one of his. “You want it that badly? One lesson has turned you into my little wanton?” The smile on his face suggested that this wasn’t in any way a complaint.
Sophia was awash in pleasure, desperate for him. Even if ruination was her aim, she shouldn’t have been reacting like this to his touch and the promise of his cock, but she needed this giant of a man in her, on her. If that made her a wanton, a slut? So be it.
“Put it in me,” she rasped. She’d seen his club, and longed to be filled by that monstrous thing that had turned her dreams hot.
The earl lifted a brow. “Put what? My cock?”
Oh, she was bound for hell, but she didn’t care.“Put your cock in me.”
“And who am I?” he asked.
Sophia paused, uncertain of what he wanted to hear. What she needed to say to get him inside of her. “Matthew? Put your cock inside of me, Matthew.”
A growl seemed to escape his body as he tore at his trousers to free his cock from its confines. And soon, faster than they both expected, he was there, lining that enormous head up at her opening.
“Watch Soph,” he said, “see how beautifully you take me.”
Together, they regarded that fat head push into her wet entrance; the ring growing tight and lighter as he tested it.
“Too much?” he asked faintly.
“It’s good,” she said with an exhaled puff of air. Sophia closed her eyes to focus on the feeling of him filling and stretching her.
“Oh, Soph,” he said, sounding almost emotional as he pressed deeper into her channel. “So perfect.”
