Chapter 11 #2
“It’s just that I’m terribly in love with you, Tabby. Feel dashed awful when you’re not around,” he said, his eyes closed so he could pull forth the right words and not get distracted by the way she moved on his cock or her expression. “You’re my heart’s true companion.”
“Is that so?”
“‘Fraid it is, my love,” he said. “Very sorry to do this to you when you’re doing so well with your courtesan training. You’d be marvelous, but I just don’t think I can let you out of my sight or bed that long.”
Edward felt the speed of her movements on his cock increase, and he knew he needed to get the whole of his feelings out before she drained his balls and every thought from his head.
“I’ve learned that I have a heart,” he said, his cods drawing tight. “Well, I did. Unfortunately, you took possession of it unexpectedly.”
“Seems cruel.”
“The cruelest,” he said, the bedclothes gathered in his hands as he fought to delay his paroxysm.
“It’s a good thing I like you, Edward,” she said, unfastening the buttons on his waistcoat as she rocked on his lap.
“Just like me? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll settle for it in hopes you’ll grow to care more for me—”
“I don’t know that girls from the slums get to fall in love,” she hummed. The little minx was drawing this out; he’d have her arse for this torture.
“Then you’ll just have to become a viscountess.”
“Sounds like an awful lot of work,” she said, helping him pull the waistcoat from his body.
“I’ll keep you in bed much of the day. When our finances allow, servants will bring you meals on trays.”
“Eels and roasted nuts and meat pies? Chocolate for breakfast?”
“Anything you’d like.”
“What about what I want most?”
“Anything, Tabby.”
“I had the misfortune of getting caught lifting something from a nob one day.”
“You were a very bad girl, weren’t you?” asked Edward, recalling the day they’d met. The day he felt a small hand in his pocket and grabbed the urchin attempting to lift his light purse.
“Just trying to eat, don’t mean no harm,” she said, echoing the words she’d said all those years ago.
“I’ll keep my girl fed now,” he said, bringing her down for a kiss.
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.
“Swell with it,” he grunted, working his cock out faster, punctuating his strokes with hard thrusts to shove his spurts of seed into her womb. “Take it all. Take it and make our baby.”
Tabby laid back, her arms having lost their strength as Edward bred her on that magnificent bed where she’d agreed to become his wife.
“We’ll fuck until the sheets are wet,” he muttered, “until you can’t walk and I need to carry you down to meals. I’ll fuck you in the carriage on the way back to London, in all the inns, and even the archbishop’s sitting room as we wait for the special license.”
She imagined her belly swelling with the baby that very minute and wailed again as she spasmed on his cock.
When Edward finally pulled out — ever so gently — he placed a pillow below Tabby’s arse, but positioned himself between her legs to monitor his seed.
“What are you doing, love?” she asked, a hand carelessly tangled in his hair.
“Making sure none gets away,” he said, holding his tongue at a place his spend had escaped her clasp and pushing it back in her. “Hold all of that inside like a good little viscountess working to give me my heir.”
Her neck snapped back when she felt a finger at her delicate nub as Edward used his tongue to plug her hole.
“Why touch there? I just…”
“Did you think this was the only time I’d breed you today, Lady Netherwallop? I’ve a baby to put in you.”
It was going to be a very long day and night.