Page 18 of How to Lose a Dowry in Three Bucks
They were both winded as the photographer took images showing their joined bodies. Surely such an overtly lewd image would prove sufficient ruination even for the most fastidious solicitor!
“Now, could the gentleman cradle the lady’s belly, right where she will grow his heirs?” called the photographer. “Or perhaps you have a few already?”
Sophia looked at Matt in surprise, nearly colliding with the snout of his mask as she looked at him for reassurance. But he was moving his hand to that place, touching her in ways that made her heart thud. His hand was enormous and mostly positioned below her navel, cradling her belly with a tenderness she hadn’t expected.
“Oh, if you flutter around me like that, I’m going to come,” he said. “I won’t be able to pull out in time, and you’ll have my seed running down your thighs. Is that what you want, a babe in truth?” He bucked up into her, and she felt how near his cockhead was to her womb. It was nearly painful, he was so deep, but her body had worked to accommodate him and he had just enough room to give her only pleasure.
“Matt,” she whimpered, her body shaking as he moved his hand lower to rub all over her nub and quim lips.
“You want that, do you? Have your belly swell with my spend and then my heir?”
She cried out when she heard the emotion in his voice, as if he too felt some need deep within at the idea of making a baby together. She abandoned her plans to take seeds that night to prevent pregnancy, thinking of Matthew Bohun, the man of her dreams, fathering her baby.
“Give,” she cried, her body rocking in his lap as he filled her relentlessly with his enormous cock.
“Fuck, Soph, you take me so well,” he said, his fingers sliding over that little bump that strained to meet them.
And then she broke with spectacular force, her legs rigid and her internal organs feeling wrung like the wash, as that shaft took her most insistently, pummeling and pressing until her bladder felt like it might burst.
“Yes, yes, give me your womb,” he growled, grinding deep.
With a grunt, Sophia gushed from some place within, her body pushing everything to the surface from the force of her paroxysm. On and on, she rode the waves of pleasure, that giant hand stroking her.
“Coming inside,” he grunted, and she felt him spew within her at the very entrance of her womb where he claimed to want his babies to grow. She looked down at his emerging and retreating shaft, now graced with milky seed, most of which remained inside of her.
And then she felt something hit her belly as a flash went off. The two other bucks were stroking their cocks as jets of their seed painted her body before the camera. It was enough to make her tremors begin again, and she could only wail with pleasure as the photographer captured her thorough use by the Bucks.
Sophia was wet all over, slippery with seed, and her womb was currently being invaded by spend vying for the chance to be the Peverel heir. But could the child actually inherit if she lived in her village cottage on the income from the converted dowry? Surely it would require something more legal?
“Shh,” said Matt, holding her tight although other men’s spend covered her body. “We’ll sort everything out later. Today, just enjoy your ruination.”
He’s right, damn him,she thought as she settled back into her lover’s powerful arms and enjoyed the feeling of his softeningcock within her slippery channel. She’d solve all the problems another day. For now, she was going to enjoy the warmth of his skin against hers.
Chapter 11
Three days later
Matt had kept his counsel in the carriage on the ride home from the Forest. He’d dropped a kiss on Sophia’s cheek each morning at breakfast, but otherwise didn’t presume to trouble her. And on the way to her solicitor’s office this morning, he’d been silent to prevent himself from saying something that might sway her. She needed to do this — to see this plan through — and he would just have to wait to say his piece.
When she stepped back into the carriage, Matt grasped Sophia’s hand and brought her to his lap.
“What’s that for?” she asked shyly, finally meeting his eyes when he gazed at her.
“Is it done?” he asked, needing to hear confirmation that he could proceed with his plans.
Sophia nodded, a blush on her cheeks and a smile playing at her lips. “The solicitor agreed to convert my dowry to an annuity. The mere threat of the photographs was enough to convince him.”
He thanked the heavens and drew his darling girl closer. “And when shall the conversion be done?”
“He promised it would be complete by next week. You see, I’m about to be a very influential and wealthy client, so he would like for me to remain happy with the firm.”
Relief and emotion overpowered him, and his hand slipped from Sophia’s waist because his muscles relaxed so suddenly.
“Are you well?” she asked.
“No, I’m not, Sophia.”
Her eyes widened at his stern tone. They searched his waistcoat as if looking for the beau who had been there a moment before.
