Page 113 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“You could give me just the tip?” she asked hopefully, wiggling to take his cock further inside.
Well, fuck his good intentions.
“You want the tip? But I already gave you that,” he said, watching as he slowly drew his cockhead out.
They both groaned.
“Again,” she implored.
He rocked the head in again and withdrew.
“Let me feel it, all the way inside. Then you can take it out.”
Edward paused, struggling to think. “You’ll need to remain still, Tabby. My control is a taut thread, and if your cunny sucks me or your beautiful body moves, I can’t master myself.”
“Do it.”
Edward pressed in further. “You know what I’m trying to say? If you aren’t perfectly still, I’ll flood your womb with seed and quite possibly get a baby on you.”
Tabby’s eyes were closed, and a smile graced her lips, as if the bliss of coupling with nothing between them had swept her away too.
“Don’t you fuck women without sheaths all the time, Dick Stone?” she murmured while clutching the bedclothes to remain stationary.
Did he fuck those women as their stud? Certainly. Did he take a woman he loved? A woman who had moved his heart and cock?
That was exclusive to her, his Tabitha. He stroked in and out, willing his balls to hold back so they could enjoy this longer.
But of course, his body had been trained for breeding beautiful women, and his cock was primed to fire within the most beautiful woman of his acquaintance.
As he tried to pull himself from Tabby’s clasp — with great reluctance — he had another of his cock-based realizations: he didn’t want to breed Tabitha to keep her from other men.
Well, yes, he did. But it wasn’t the only reason.
“Edward,” she said, reaching for him as she always did now, their bodies entwined in more than one way. He slid his hand around hers and let it rest against the belly he longed to fill.
When her whimpers grew more desperate, he knew he should withdraw and send her over the peaks of pleasure with his fingers or tongue. Yet he stayed within, slowing his motions so he could control his cods and enjoy just a few moments longer in her wet, tight heat.
“You could…”
“What’s that, Tabby?” he asked, working his cock over the front wall of her cunny in that way she liked.
“Just this time, you could…”
Edward squeezed the base of his cock, willing his seed to stay pent up. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her, breed her, his little love, and entwine their lives forever by making a baby.
But he loved her too much to set aside her wishes selfishly. True, her wishes were about as sensible as the street plan in the slums where she used to roam, but that didn’t mean he — with his superior experience and control — could take seriously her lust-drunk statements. Why, she was under one of the great cocksmen of the age!
“Just this time, you could fill me, Edward,” she said, squeezing his hand at the same time her cunny relentlessly gripped his cock.
He barely made it out of her clasp before he was spraying his seed on the inn’s sheets. His cock jerked on and on as he emptied his balls endlessly.
Tabby watched him spew the spend that could have gotten her with child, her little fingers strumming frantically at her nub until she arched back into the pillow with a gasp and gave a pained moan.
As he settled behind her on the narrow bed, Edward considered what he could say that wouldn’t give away the state of his mind.
“The pork trotters were nice, weren’t they?” he asked, the ability to discuss something other than food completely beyond him.
“Very well cooked,” she said with a nod.
