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her as her internal
muscles went berserk. He forced himself in to the hilt as
he explosively spurted his seed into her and he held it as
they moaned at the ecstasy of her pulses. He wrapped
his arms about her and dragged her off the seat to sit on
his manhood and it made her writhe and moan. ‘Oh!
God! Robbie!’ she murmured again. ‘You’re so good.’
She sighed in satisfaction. ‘I’m going to miss you when
Roderick gets back from India.’
    He gently kissed her cheek and rubbed his cheek
against her hair. ‘You’ll miss me before then, I should
imagine.’ He muttered.
    ‘Why?’ she demanded and pushed her top half
away to look at him in the dim light of the carriage.
‘Verity Argyll is setting me up for marriage.’ He
said calmly.
‘Well, that doesn’t mean that I have to lose you.’
she said vindictively. ‘Most married men have
mistresses!’
‘Accept your husband.’ Robert said firmly ‘and
anyway, you’re a diversion Abi, just a diversion,’ and to
stop her from talking any more he kissed her and
explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue. By
the time he broke the kiss she was already writhing on
him, so he laid her carefully back on the seat and
tupped her again, but this time he was slow and
deliberate. Pushing in to the hilt and then pulling back
almost to the point of withdrawal, making her gasp
before he pushed in again. He held her knees to keep
her legs as wide apart as possible and he watched his
member as it vanished and reappeared from the depths
of her wanton flesh. She moaned, groaned and thrashed
her head from side to side, as she clutched at his
shoulders and panted. This time her orgasm was more
explosive and she almost bucked like an unbroken colt.
If he’d not had his hands on her hips at the right
moment, she would have thrown him off. He pushed in
and enjoyed the throbbing and contractions of her
passageway. As his manhood shrivelled away from her
he sat back on his heels and just looked at her sex. It
was certainly well used, even by him, and he had a
sudden picture of Elizabeth Audley in the same position.
He was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss, lick and
suck her and his manhood stood up at the thought. But
he focused on the body in front of him and he almost
gagged at the idea of kissing, licking and sucking Abigail.
Instead he grabbed her knees harshly and plunged in
again and tupped her to the point that she screamed for
mercy. He shrank away again and sat back with a
satisfied sigh. He carefully pulled her gown down to her
ankles and folded up the front of his britches, hiding his
manhood again.
‘Are you satisfied, Lady Beresford?’ he
murmured as he picked his cloak up and swirled it
around his shoulders.
‘Excessively, Lord Bosworth.’ She intoned as she
hefted her rather large breasts back into the bodice of
her dress.
Robert sat on the seat and had his hat in his
hands. ‘How do you get your dress to be transparent?’
he asked innocently.
She smiled knowingly. ‘Water.’ She said as she
pulled her cloak about her shoulders.
Robert tapped on the roof. ‘Hanover Square.’ He
said loudly. ‘Water?’ he questioned.
‘Yes, it’s only muslin, so it has to be sprayed with
water to make it see through.’ She giggled like a
naughty girl and Robert almost cringed. He’d not really
appraised his feelings towards Abigail, other than she
was an excellent candidate for ravishing. He certainly
wouldn’t marry her. He was aware that being a Duke
and sitting in the House of Lords, he needed to marry a
decorous and demure woman, not a harlot like this one.
Still that was Beresford’s problem and he was getting to
the point that he would stop rodgering her anyway. He
had tried not to wonder how many other men were
sampling her wares. They chatted amiably until the
coach pulled up outside the red brick townhouse of her
husband. The footman opened the door and held out
his hand. Abigail skipped out of the carriage and up the
steps before she turned to wave at