Page 124 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
Tabby placed her hands on Edward’s chest, rising and sinking on his cock in quiet bliss. “The little jobs for you filled my belly but made me hungrier for something else.”
“Is that so?” asked Edward, liking the sound of that.
She folded forward until her head rested against Edward’s shoulder. He turned them over again so he could thrust into Tabby and press her into the mattress with the force of his lust.
“How well you’ll look swollen here with my baby, viscountess,” he said, pulling the torn dress aside to see her flat belly. “And there, heavy with milk for me and the child.”
She cradled her small breasts, pretending to be scandalized. “You put yourself before the baby!”
“You’ll just have to be a very good little cow. For both of us.”
“Moo,” she said grumpily.
“And how well the Chasterly ring will look on your finger, my darling,” he said, drawing her hand to his mouth, then sucking the digit he intended for said ring.
“Edward,” she gasped.
“Squeeze my cock like that and you’ll make me come, viscountess.”
“Promise?” she asked hopefully.
“I do,” he said, rocking his hips faster.
“But we’ve got so many things to work out!” she cried. “Tencendor is still with your da, and there’s no money. I don’t even know how to get married. At least not legally.”
“Leave everything to me,” he said, setting his hand on Tabby’s nub and stroking in time with his cock. “What I want you to do is lie back and take this seed.”
She moaned, bringing one hand to the top of the bed so she could better meet the force of his thrusts.
“We need to make an heir,” he said, moving faster. “Are you going to take this spend? Let me fill your womb and give you our baby?”
She could only make little breathy exhalations until Edward slowed his strokes and looked down at her expectantly. “Yes, Edward,” she said, putting her arms about his neck and drawing him near.
“I’ll take care of everything, my love,” he said. “Don’t you worry. Lie back and let me get a baby on you.”
“What if—?”
Edward kissed her delectable lips, not wanting her to think about how things could go wrong when he needed her full attention on carrying their child.
“You’ve got the tightest, wettest little cunt, Tabby,” he said. “Have I told you that?”
She whimpered.
“Pretty little lips. And you pet your kitty so well for me now. I love the sound of how slick you get.”
“Edward, please,” she begged, her arms like bands around his neck.
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, Tabitha. You promise to marry me and love me as much as I love you, and I’ll drive my cock deep, as deep as I can seat myself.”
“Gesù, yes, anything,” she gasped.
“And I’ll pour all the seed I have into your womb. Soak your insides with it. Fuck you until it runs down your thighs for days, my love.”
“I’m so wet, did you already—”
“That’s you,” he said, strumming her bump. “Your little cunny made that to take my cock. To mix with my seed so we can make a baby. Are you ready for it?”
“Oh, but it’s so—” She shrieked when she felt the first surge of his seed in her channel, his cock pushing through the mess and forcing his creamy spend into her womb.
