Page 7 of How to Lose a Dowry in Three Bucks
“Oh,” she said, her breaths coming faster.
His eyes darted around to see what had upset her, who had broken her peace. Then he realized it was, in fact, he who had pulled her closer than strictly proper.
“My apologies,” he said lowly, not bothering to release her.
“It is no matter,” she whispered.
“I shouldn’t have drawn attention to you.”
“Oh, that.”
Sophia licked her lips, and Matthew felt his cock thicken in his trousers. He should have taken Stagshade up on his offer of a night with a professional, if only to spare this innocent a heated glance that would have her on the first boat back to America.
The music continued to wind through the room of dancers, far different from the spectral melodies in the Forest. Overhead, as if gas and electricity hadn’t come to London, an antique chandelier of candles swayed. It would take just one errant flame to turn Sophia to ash in his arms.
He needed to get her out of here, just as soon as it wouldn’t prove remarkable.
“When is your birthday?” he asked, hoping to make conversation and pass the time.
“Thursday,” she said, smiling to herself. “Already planning to send my things to the curb?”
Matt sputtered, thinking no such thing, but she laughed, showing off her fine teeth and sparkling eyes.
“Careful now,” he said.
Sophia looked about as if to prepare for a raiding bull from the direction of the ladies’ retiring room.
“They’ll certainly notice you if you laugh.”
“Is laughing not allowed in society?” Sophia asked. Her brows arched in a way that made her seem almost pretty. She was turning out to be a surprising girl indeed.
“Not if one wants to remain anonymous. Not with a giggle like that.”
The music was slowing, and he saw Mrs. Simonet on the edge of the ballroom floor, watching them dance.
“Did you bring a cape or other items you need to collect?” he asked.
“No,” she said, confusion in her voice.
“Good. We’ll depart forthwith.”
***
The carriage ride home proved uncomfortable in the most stimulating way. Matthew rode facing backwards, as any gentleman would. Mrs. Simonet sat against the window, looking outside and chattering about the events of the ball. It wasn’t an unwelcome sound, as it kept the woman occupied.
As for Matt, he sat regarding Miss Stafford, his legs spread and expression no doubt stony. He did not touch her, merely watched as the gas lamps illuminating the streets sent beams of light over her lovely face.
He thought back to that interlude in his library. How her cunt had looked bathed in his spend. If only he could be back there now and plunge his fingers and seed into her tight little hole until she begged for mercy. He was no doubt getting visibly hard, and Matt hoped she’d spot the cock he had ready for her.
And she liked to watch, didn’t she? Matt opened his legs a little wider and placed one of his gigantic hands near the shaft he’d love to feed into this sheltered miss. If only she’d sink to the floor, take his cock out, and suck the head while Mrs. Simonet nattered on. Or she could ride him as the carriage rocked, crying out as he stretched her with every bump.
Miss Stafford’s hand rested over her heart as if hers too was beating at a tempo that would require medical intervention. The next beam of light revealed her eyes fixed on his shaft’s outline against his trousers.
Matthew wondered if, should he dive beneath those voluminous skirts, her kitty would be wet for him. Maybe she’d even have a trace of his spend from earlier to help ease the way as he licked her up and down until she gushed on his lips. Was she able to see his face? See the heat in his eyes as he considered the ways he might corrupt her?
His cock was likely pumping out enough preparatory liquid to leave a visible spot. Matt was brushing his thumb over his cockhead to feel if the fabric was damp when he saw Miss Stafford draw in a sudden breath.
She kept her eyes fixed on his hard cock, encased in fine tailoring. He brushed his thumb over the head again, this time more slowly, and he heard the softest mewl. She liked it. He’d give her more to like.
