Page 108 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“If you think that would stop me,” he said, pressing his fattened cock into her hip so she could feel how he ached for her cunt despite her lack of lacy underthings. “Now, I’m going to shove my hand into your smalls and make you come so you don’t have any thoughts at all other than pleasure.”
“Oh,” she said as his hand dipped into the waistband of her smallclothes.
“Did you really think me so inconstant as to give a single fuck what you wear?”
“But you didn’t think that when I was a lad.”
“Precisely because I thought you were a lad!” he cried. “I wouldn’tinterferewith a child!”
“I told you plenty of times I was full grown,” she protested with a whine as Edward slid two fingers between her nether lips.
“Forgive me for being conscientious,” he said, teasing her entrance in a way that didn’t seem very contrite at all.
Edward slipped a finger, then another into Tabby’s channel, holding still and pinning her in place on his digits.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, fully under his control.
He stepped closer and spread his fingers inside of her, letting her feel the strain and stretch.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you alright,” he said. “But what you don’t seem to understand is that I don’t give a damn how we do it.”
Edward worked in and out, getting his thumb involved in rubbing her slippery little nub.
“I fuck you, you fuck me, I give not a single fuck how we do it. So long as you’re with me.”
She stopped writhing as she made sense of what he was saying. “But I don’t have a piece, Edward,” she said slowly as if explaining something very complicated to him. “How would…”
“You like how I fill you, just like this?” he asked, pressing his fingers into a spot that had Tabby trembling.
She whimpered, her lips becoming well-bitten as she fought the impulse to cry out.
“You could fill me. You could abandon dresses today and only ever wear breeches for the rest of your days.”
“But your wife—”
“Fuck my damn wife!” he growled, working her harder and holding her near. Edward was dangerously close to spending in his breeches or spilling the secrets in his heart — he wasn’t sure which was in danger of happening first.
“But Edward—”
He was guilty of overpowering her, using his superior experience with lovemaking to quiet these doubts in her mind, and he didn’t regret it. This was a worry he needed to put to rest for good.
“Do you think there’s a form you could take that would change what I feel for you?”
It might as well have been a confession of love. For him, it went beyond the words that others had said so many times before. The words that dried and blew away when seasons changed. This? This was something eternal, burrowed deep in his soul and causing him daily, pleasurable pain. The thought of living without that ache became unthinkable.
“Wear what you wish; we can fuck however you like,” he said. “Just please, Tabby, put those doubts aside. I can’t bear to hear them. You’re breaking my heart.”
“I don’t—”
Edward lowered his face to hers until his hot breath against her lips stopped her speech. She was shocked. Good.
“I almost thought you were going to kiss me,” she said with a nervous laugh, her hand coming back to steady herself on the dressing table.
“I mean to,” he said. “If you continue speaking nonsense.”
She nodded no, and he retreated to give her space.
“Oh, I don’t mean…I wasn’t upset,” she said, her expression free of guile. “It’s just that you surprised me. Dick Stone doesn’t kiss. Everyone knows that.”
