Page 121 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
Edward nodded, directing his bare cock to Tabby’s entrance.
“You’re a very bad girl, Tabitha,” he said, tugging the bodice of her dress down to expose her small breasts. “You stole something from me, did you not?”
“I swear I didn’t do nuffink, yer lor’ship,” she said teasingly as he sucked a nipple. Her breathy exhalations and fingers in his hair had his cock jerking, begging to push in.
“Oh, but you did, my love.”
A gasp. So she’d heard his endearment. But would she accept his feelings and plans?
Edward looked into Tabby’s eyes and found they looked watery.
“What’s this, my girl? Not sadness on this happiest of days?”
“Why’s it happy?” she asked, brushing a stray tear away.
Edward pushed the barest inch into Tabby’s channel and then paused.
“I thought I might tell you how I feel.”
“And what of how I feel!” she exclaimed, the tears finally coming. She poked at his waistcoat, clearly overcome with emotion. How well she looked like this, enraged and demanding. But he loved how she looked at all hours of the day, so why should this be any different?
“You got theduchesswith child, but you’ve been so careful with me!” she groused. “Why is she having your baby when you only spend on my belly or in a letter!”
Edward was shocked. Tabbywantedhis baby? But then, it was a day of surprises, mostly involving people upset at the breeding hehadn’tdone.
He seated his shaft inside her channel and let Tabby have the full length of him. “You want this cock? All of it? And my spend?” he asked, working himself a little deeper just so she’d feel how serious he was right now.
“Yes,” she said, sniffing.
“And you know that there may be consequences?”
Her eyes darted to his, questioning his meaning.
“A baby,” he explained.
“I certainly hope so!”
“You aren’t just saying that because the duchess is in a breeding state?” he asked. “Her husband was very actively involved in seeding her on the same occasion, so this might be another of his boys.”
Tabby sniffed, not convinced that the great Dick Stone’s seed could be supplanted by that of a duke and husband. He’d need to take a different tack.
“What of what I want?” he asked with a rough thrust.
“Jellied eels and a good meat pie back in London?” Tabby asked hopefully. “No more of this strange country food?”
“We’ll be back in the capital soon, my darling, but no, that’s not all I want.”
Tabby ran her hands over Edward’s sides and abdomen, trying to get under his waistcoat and shirtsleeves.
“Have I not been a good boy?” he asked.
She raised her eyebrows at him, composed and sure even as she took his every thrust.
“You told me that if I was a good boy and went downstairs to face my destiny, you’d make it worth my while.”
“I have little that I could give you,” she said in that straightforward way that never failed to set his heart skipping. “I brought some roasted nuts in my bag just in case. I could share them with you.”
“You don’t need to share your food with me. In fact, I want something much dearer.”
