Page 48 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“That’s right, Charlotte,” he said soothingly, trailing a hand down her back and making her shiver. “Not when your cunt is getting wrecked and filled by the only real stud in town. Now, if you want this seed, tell everyone who is fucking this wet hole until it’s properly bred.”
“Dick Stone,” she whimpered.
“That’s not enough to get you bred, my dear. Tell these men: who is fucking an heir into you?”
“Dick Stone!” she yelled, exasperation and arousal mingling in her voice.
At that, he gently pinched her nub and sent her orgasm cascading down her body until she shrieked and tried to grip the table harder, say nothing of Edward’s cock.
He let that cunt draw forth his plentiful spend, pressing it in and in as ropes poured from him. The job may have been done months ago, but never let it be said that Dick Stone wouldn’t paint a womb.
When he pulled his cock out of that still-tight cunny, Edward arranged Charlotte on the table with her arse and well-used puss on display for the crowd.
“Please do not disturb the seed within the lady’s channel; it must remain in order for the breeding to be successful. But observe the copious amount of spend currently deposited within, all to make an heir,” said Edward as he tucked himself back into his breeches and turned to leave.
Charlotte found the strength to bend deeper so she might show off Edward’s breeding prowess. Thus, his position at the top of the small industry was secured. He’d be receiving calls at Mr.Rymer’s barbershop forthwith. Hopefully, the men would have the sense not to share more than only the most essential details.
On the way out, the baron caught him in the foyer, just as he was about to depart.
“I can’t thank you enough for your gracious participation tonight,” said the baron, shifting on his feet. “You’ve given my wife quite a thrill.”
His wife, himself, and half of the bucks in London.
Dalpole handed him a packet clearly containing a stack of banknotes. “Something to support scientific inquiry,” said the baron with a wink.
Edward bowed and crossed the threshold.
“Can we expect you again at the house?”
“I’m needed elsewhere.”
Chapter 7
Lord Edward was asleepwhen Tobias picked the lock on his door after sliding past Mrs. Chaffinch downstairs.
“Get your boots on, Stone, the sun’s up.”
“Must you be sonoisy?” groused Edward, pulling the pillow over his head so his friend wouldn’t interrupt his sleep.
“In fact, yes. The day is young. Your horse wants exercise. Best not to upset him.”
The kid knew how to get him up and moving, damn him. As Edward pulled his clothes on behind a screen, Tobias stopped talking in a way that was entirely too suspicious.
“Tobias?”
Silence.
Edward popped his head out from around the screen to see the kid studying the new pair of boots he’d brought home.
“What’s that?” asked the kid.
“Cobbler made me a new pair of boots. Just one problem.”
“What’s that?” repeated Tobias, his eyes full of longing.
“Far too small for me.”
“You should get them remade. They’re fine work.”
