Page 10 of How to Lose a Dowry in Three Bucks (A Few Good Bucks #3)

If Sophia had known she’d end up spread over a finished log Matthew called the “Seeding Stump,” would she have sailed over the ocean to claim her dowry?

Well, likely she’d have set out sooner, if her reaction to having her mouth and arse filled by those two masked friends of Matt’s was any indication.

The man before her face was kind, but his cock was big enough that after a few thrusts into her newly trained throat, tears rolled down her face as he used her.

At first mention of the Bucks, she’d found the whole concept of a secret sex society strange. She’d even been a little scared. But she’d have never experienced pleasure and freedom like this by staying in her high-necked dresses. And what a pleasure it was.

“That’s a good girl, take me down,” he hummed, his antlers casting shadows over her body.

She felt utterly controlled by that thrusting shaft that held her jaw open and moved in and out without the man being overly concerned about whether she was prepared to take him.

Had she known this was an option, her fantasies would have been much more varied.

And behind her, another of the men had oiled his cock and pushed into the ring of her arse, making her groan around the shaft lodged in her throat.

The slide was smooth, but he stretched her limits and had her making little cries with each slam home.

Soon, his sack was slapping against her swollen cunny lips like little smacks.

Every few thrusts, they’d reach her throbbing nub and make her spine twist to feel the full extent of pleasure.

“Now, now, focus on pleasing us,” said the man in her arse, holding Sophia’s hair and keeping her head available for his brother Buck’s cock.

Nearby, Matthew sprawled on a throne, watching Sophia’s exertions with lowered lids, a soft smile on his face, and a hard cock in his hand. He had that relaxed look he’d exhibited while perusing the pornographic photographs in his library; Sophia reasoned that this was a pornographic tableau.

And not just figuratively. All the while, the photographer moved about with his camera, shouting cues and occasionally adjusting his piece in his trousers.

It was a heady thing to see a man so aroused by ruination that he had to balance a camera with one hand so he might grip his shaft for a moment.

Sophia took them, crying and drooling, her quim forever wetter as she watched Matthew watch her. And then he spoke.

“Such a good girl, taking my brother Bucks. Are you getting ready to take me, love?”

It was as if his hands trailed over her pinned body and she felt ripples of pleasure from deep within her core.

“Suck their balls dry, darling, so I might take you next.”

She was frantic, meeting the thrusts in her arse and working her throat around the man in her mouth so she might clear the way for Matthew’s claiming.

Whether it took two seconds or two hours, she didn’t know; she was lost to bliss and need, reveling in the feeling of being a receptacle for two anonymous masked men who simply wanted the use of her holes.

When they finally exploded and filled her with their spend, then withdrew from her taxed body, she lay draped on that Seeding Stump, unable to move.

And then she felt something soft moving over her face.

Sophia looked up and saw Matthew carefully holding her hair out of the way, cleaning her well-used mouth.

He dipped his head and dropped a kiss on her swollen lips before moving behind her, where she vaguely registered that he was cleaning her body after the other Buck had fucked her so well.

As she resigned herself to sleeping on that strangely comfortable stump, Sophia felt herself being lifted from it, swept into Matt’s powerful arms.

She felt her skin on his, her body cradled against the muscle and flesh of his broad torso that made her want to stay in that hold forever.

“Fee-fi-fo-fum,” he mumbled, for her ears alone.

At that, she broke into a peal of laughter, everything suddenly seeming so hilarious and light after fear and darkness. Sophia reached up to his neck and brought him down for one of those quick kisses he liked so much, which elongated like hot glass into something far more sensuous.

“We should capture the married couple now. It will be a pleasure to immortalize their love,” said the photographer from nearer than Sophia had realized.

She opened her mouth to explain that she and Matt weren’t married, but he immediately settled her on his lap, both of them seated on that throne from which he’d observed her.

Matthew sat regally, his chest supporting her back, and her legs resting atop his. And then he brought his thighs apart to open her quim to the photographer’s view.

She looked over her shoulder and saw that papier-maché mask with the spindly antlers looking ahead as he opened her cunny lips.

“Let’s show off your perfect little hole, love.”

Sophia fought the urge to buck and cry with pleasure as the man with the camera captured her lewd pose for posterity. Just thinking of someone seeing that shocking image made her quim feel exceedingly wet and soft.

“Very good,” called the man with the camera. “I think all that remains are the images of the lady being penetrated by a member.”

The other two bucks sat on throne-like chairs nearby, intermittently stroking their cocks after returning from the washroom. Their masked eyes watched Sophia, open and ready for a cock.

“Are you ready for me?” asked Matthew, sliding a lone finger into her channel to tease and test her.

It wasn’t enough. And that’s when Sophia realized something very important: nothing, no other man, would ever be enough. Matthew had broken the mold, and nothing but that big chest and enormous cock would satisfy her.

His surprisingly sweet demeanor and appetite for life weren’t things she could replace with a quiet life in the country.

He’d carved out a place — a big place — in her life, and she was suddenly realizing how loath she was to give him up.

Would this be their last intimate encounter? What if she never had this again?

“Fill me,” she breathed, trying not to allow tears to escape.

Matt adjusted their bodies so he could slip his hard cock into her channel, then brought her slowly down on his shaft so she could adjust to taking all of him.

Sophia looked down and saw how that club split and filled her, the sight somehow more alarming than the feel of being completely stretched around him.

“Can you take the rest?” he asked, his voice tight behind the mask.

“There’s more?” she asked faintly, then gripped the throne’s armrests. She settled further onto him as he brought her hips down.

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 softening cock 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.