Page 140 of A Gentleman's Wager
“Humour me,” he coaxed. “Let me hear you say it.”
“I want it,” she rasped. “If you could endeavour not to be a bastard about it—”
“You only ever had to ask.” He lifted her, and using the wall as a prop, lowered her onto his shaft, filling her in one easy thrust.
Bella twined her legs around his hips and clawed at his back. She was so wet, there was no awkwardness to their joining, only a silky-smooth back and forth bump and grind that set them both grinning wide and snarling.
He dug his fingers hard into her bottom. She savaged his back. When she pulled his hair, it spurred him. She’d have bruises afterwards, and maybe there’d be an indent in the plaster that corresponded to her shape.
“I’m going to come, little bird, for fuck, you feel good. Fly with me.” He ground her nubbin with his thumb, until she broke, the pulses of her climax setting off his. Bella buried her face in his rosemary scented hair and clung to him as tightly as she could, praying it would never end. He came in powerful jerks, soaking her so thoroughly that his seed trickled down her legs when he eventually pulled out.
“Did you ever consider,” he mouthed against her damp skin as he cleaned her of his spendings. “That I might be equally unwilling to share you.”
She wasn’t fooled, she knew he was lying, but it was a better lie to cling to than denying she wanted anything to do with him at all. The truth was that she craved him every bit as much as she did Lucerne.
Later, after he’d wrung a second orgasm from her, while fucking her on all fours, Bella lay in a daze with his head resting on her stomach. He’d stripped her near naked leaving her clad in only stockings and garters. Idly, he curled one arm around her thigh and began combing his fingers through her pubic hair.
“It could work, you know.”
Bella half-heartedly swatted him away. “Stop that. And don’t ply me with false hopes. It would last only until you tired of me.”
“Hm,” he acknowledged. “But who’s to say when that would be. A week, a month, a decade…”
She couldn’t allow that hope to grow. It would hurt even more bitterly when they rode off without her.
After a moment, Vaughan began drawing a pattern on her inner thigh. He rolled over and kissed her navel. “Of course, maybe you’re too proud to accept certain stipulations.”
“What—”
“No rings.”
Of course, she would gain them, but would have to give up all respectability.
Vaughan straddled her hips. Impossibly, he’d grown erect again. A jewel of precome already glistened at his tip. Vaughan smeared it over the head of his cock, then taking himself in hand, he pressed his glans to her body and began to move it slowly across her skin, leaving behind a silvery trail.
“What are you doing?” she asked, deeply suspicious.
“Writing your name. W…H…O…R…”
“No! I never agreed.” She batted at him and tried to wipe it off. That only smeared the glistening trail over her skin. Bella wrinkled her nose. “Now you’ve made me all sticky.
Vaughan shuffled up her body until his cock stood poised above her bosom. “My dear, Miss Rushdale, I’ve barely begun.”
To her indignation, he lifted one breast in each hand and formed her cleavage around himself. Then he began to slide his prick back and forth within the soft prison.
“Vaughan!”
The head was visible with every thrust, pointed directly at her neck and face.
“Hmmm? I’m fine, thank you.”
She sighed in vexation. Helpless, his weight held her trapped, she had no alternative but to shut her eyes and turn her face away. A few moments later he gave a drawn-out cry and a thick jet of his seed splashed across her cheek. The rest pooled on her neck and breasts, leaving her slick and soiled.
Vaughan sighed in contentment and wiped his cock on her belly. “Thank you so very much.” He grinned. “It’s been a while since I’ve come in the apple-dumpling shop, and you’re particularly well shaped to make it a real pleasure.”
Bella pushed him away, incensed. “If that’s your idea of a compliment.”
“Telling you your tits are great.”
