Page 112 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“Do you need to soak another?” she asked, her eyes drooping when she slid a finger into her audibly wet channel. His balls drew up at the sound. Gesù.
“Don’t have one,” he said, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “And I’m not about to ask the innkeeper. I’ll just have to lick you until you’re satisfied.”
Tabby squealed as he moved between her legs and rushed to taste her sweet little cunt. But she had something else in mind.
“What do people do when they don’t have letters?” she asked, the front of his hair in hand.
“They make babies,” he growled, and set about sucking her nub.
“But not every time?” she asked, her voice rising hopefully.
Edward’s heart dropped to his knees, such was the roaring need that overwhelmed him. What was she saying? Did she have anyidea how his cock would respond to sliding into her channel, bare skin against bare skin?
All with the possibility of something going wrong and his balls firing too soon.
He crawled up her body, needing to see her as they negotiated this riskiest of maneuvers.
“You want this cock inside your cunny? Nothing between us?” he asked, all thought of being a proper swain gone from his mind.
“Put it in,” she said, her hand trailing down his abdomen.
Edward felt himself jerk at the sound of her voice saying those words, and he took his shaft in hand to prevent it from ending up inside her nether lips. Blasted cock, always up to something.
“I don’t want to risk you, darling,” he said against her ear as he settled his cockhead at her tight entrance.
It was heaven to be cradled by her wet, swollen little lips and feel her hole flexingright thereas he grappled with the temptation to fuck his beloved raw.
He’d stuck his bare cock into women so many times before. Why, it was his vocation, his celebrated breeding business, to stick his cock in women and fill them with seed.
But this was different.So very different, he thought as his cock slid into the start of Tabby’s channel, which threatened to suck him inside.
“I feel you,” she said, her hips rocking in the way they always did when she longed to be filled.
“I shouldn’t,” he said, trying once more to resist temptation.
“But other men will,” she said, her voice too sweet to actually be innocent of machinations. Tabby would earn herself a paddling yet for this!
“What other men?” said Edward, catching her under the knee and opening her cunny to his gaze. She was glossy and pink, spreading around his shaft as he struggled to stay mostly outside of her body.
“Well, Molly introduced me to Lord Peter Sidwin at the Buckskin Breechess.”
“Sidwin!” roared Edward, mindlessly sliding deeper on the power of his anger alone.
“Yes, Edward,” she said while wearing a smile rather resembling that of a pleased cat. “I think he might wish to spend time with me. Am I ready for clients yet?”
“You are most certainly not!”
“Oh, but Lord Peter—”
“I don’t want to hear a demmed thing about him,” said Edward, feeling possessive and hot and altogether too randy to have his whole bare cock in her channel.
He should give in to her raillery, teach his little minx a lesson about not winding him up and teasing him about other men. Especially not Sidwin!
What would happen to her utterly incomprehensible plan to become a courtesan if he were to put a baby in her belly tonight as they played this dangerous game? Edward’s breathing slowed as he considered it.
She wouldn’t realize his trickery. Tabby was a smart little thing, but he could pretend to be so overcome that he unleashed his seed early. He’d done it a few times for show in the course of breedings, at the request of ladies who wished to imagine themselves masters of Dick Stone’s cock, and it had been received to great effect. Tabby would believe him and not think to worry until she couldn’t keep a meat pie down and her belly swelled.
Edward couldn’t do that to her, his unexpected love, not when she trusted him so implicitly.
