Page 10 of Doxy for the Ton
“How much do you want?” he asked.
She cocked her head to one side and looked over his body, as if sizing him up. Then she lowered her gaze to his groin, where his stiffened cock was already lifting the bedsheet.
“That depends on what you’re wantin’ me to do.”
The coarse accent had returned.
“Whatdoyou do?” he asked, his cock twitching in anticipation.
She reached for her gown and lifted it over her head with practiced ease. He suppressed a groan at the sight of her undergarments, the thin material leaving little to the imagination—the soft, shapely body, with the dark pink centers of her breasts, and the dark triangle between her thighs.
“I’ll do anything if you pay the right price.” she said.
“Now,that’swhat a man wants to hear.”
He peeled back the bed sheet to reveal his naked form, then patted the bed.
“Well?” he said. “What are you waiting for?”
“Payment.”
“You whores are all the same,” he said. “You’ll get it once I’m satisfied.”
“A man likeyouis never satisfied.”
“Satisfy me, woman, and I’ll give you more money that you could hope to earn in a lifetime.”
She tugged at the laces of her chemise and climbed onto the bed. He rolled toward her and winced.
She placed a hand on his leg, her skin pale save for a darkening bruise on her wrist.
“Does it pain you?” she asked.
“It’s a little better.”
“Good.” She caressed the skin of his leg with her fingertips. “You broke it, yes? It was unwise of you to venture out. Why did you—and in such a place?”
She glanced up, and he caught a flicker of concern in her eyes.
Then he dismissed it. No doubt the doxy was playing on his pain to secure a higher price.
“Just get on with it,” he growled. “I’m not paying you totalk.”
She curled her lips into a smile of cold seduction. “As you wish.”
She pulled off her chemise and tossed it across the room, then she crawled toward him. His mouth watered at the sight of her skin, milky white and gleaming in the firelight—and her breasts, soft and round, perfect to fit into his hands. He cupped a breast, drawing in a sharp breath as her nipple hardened against his palm. He squeezed, softly, and she froze. Yearning flickered in her eyes.
Then it was gone. The diamond-hard expression of the doxy returned and she clambered over his body and straddled him, her breasts pressed against his chest.
He leaned forward to capture her mouth, but she gripped his shoulders and pushed him back. Then she circled his cock with her hands. Desire surged through him and he jerked upward in an instinctive need to claim her. But she held him firm, running her hand up and down his length in unhurried strokes.
Pleasure surged, and he gritted his teeth.
Not yet…
Every man knew that the intensity of the pleasure increased with the length of the wait. If she brought him to pleasure too soon…
“No…” he groaned. “It’s too…”
