sucking on the head of his cock, pumping at the base to make him come faster. With her other hand she massaged his balls, expertly pulling on the sac while grazing a finger over his sensitive asshole. As he felt his orgasm approach, he could almost feel his cock plunging into Caroline’s hot cunt over and over till she cried out in pleasure.
At that last, delicious thought, his seed splattered over Rosie’s lips and chin as she pulled her head away at the last moment. Holding her head, he had her give his cock a few more licks, his heart rate returning slowly to normal as reality intruded once more.
With a sigh of disappointment he stepped back from her. If only Caroline had been here, he was certain he would not even have noticed the discomfort of the bed. And their lovemaking would just be starting, not finishing.
Rosie stood and wiped at her face with his shirt. As she pulled on her dress, she reminded him of his debt. “So, the extra shilling, then?”
Giving the girl her dues, he escorted her wordlessly to the door, his thoughts back on Caroline once more. Damn it, why was he even bothering to argue the point with the residents of nowhere? He could afford to meet their demands. Tomorrow morning he would play the generous benefactor, give them what they had asked for and more, and escape back to London and to Caroline.
Caroline stood motionless in the drawing room, watching out the window as the bailiffs trudged up to the front door in the early morning light. She had put off the evil day as long as she could, but there was no avoiding it now. Today their house was forfeit and all the contents were to be sold. By noon she and her brother and sisters would be homeless. By dinnertime they would all be homeless and hungry.
Each moment she stood in her drawing room surrounded by her family was stolen from the jaws of Time.
She could hear the bailiffs in the hallway. One of them strode in through the drawing room door. He stopped short at the sight of the six of them clustered together in the window. “The auction starts at nine o’clock sharp,” he said brusquely. “You’d better be off before then.”
She gathered her black shawl more closely around her shoulders. It was time to leave the place she had called home for all her life. Now even if Dominic Savage wished to find her again as he had promised, he would not know where to look for her. “Emily, Louisa, Beatrice, Dorothea, Teddy,” she said, counting them all off to make sure they were all there. “Come, it is time to go.”
It was a long, dismal walk from Bloomsbury Square to the workhouse in St. Giles, but they had not even enough pennies to take the omnibus part of the way. They were no better than beggars now.
Before they had gone a mile, Caroline’s legs were aching. After another mile her feet were rubbed red and raw by the hard leather of her walking boots, her sturdiest pair of shoes and the ones she had elected to take with her to the workhouse. Her kid slippers would be of no use to her there.
Her sisters were no better off. Louisa was already limping badly, though she did not breathe a word of complaint. Teddy was struggling along manfully, but he was clearly the most exhausted of them all.
A patch of common land covered in grass and trees beckoned to her. She sat down under a tree to take off her boots, and the others sank down wearily next to her.
Emily fidgeted uncomfortably while the others rested. “Shouldn’t we keep going? We will never make it to the workhouse by dark if we do not hurry.”
Caroline stroked Teddy’s hair. Almost as soon as they stopped he had fallen asleep with his head in her lap, and was snoring softly. “Are you in such a hurry to get to the workhouse?”
Emily flushed. “We must sleep somewhere tonight.”
“We cannot go on just yet. We will wait until Teddy wakes.”
“And if he sleeps too long?”
Caroline smoothed away a lock of hair that had fallen
At that last, delicious thought, his seed splattered over Rosie’s lips and chin as she pulled her head away at the last moment. Holding her head, he had her give his cock a few more licks, his heart rate returning slowly to normal as reality intruded once more.
With a sigh of disappointment he stepped back from her. If only Caroline had been here, he was certain he would not even have noticed the discomfort of the bed. And their lovemaking would just be starting, not finishing.
Rosie stood and wiped at her face with his shirt. As she pulled on her dress, she reminded him of his debt. “So, the extra shilling, then?”
Giving the girl her dues, he escorted her wordlessly to the door, his thoughts back on Caroline once more. Damn it, why was he even bothering to argue the point with the residents of nowhere? He could afford to meet their demands. Tomorrow morning he would play the generous benefactor, give them what they had asked for and more, and escape back to London and to Caroline.
Caroline stood motionless in the drawing room, watching out the window as the bailiffs trudged up to the front door in the early morning light. She had put off the evil day as long as she could, but there was no avoiding it now. Today their house was forfeit and all the contents were to be sold. By noon she and her brother and sisters would be homeless. By dinnertime they would all be homeless and hungry.
Each moment she stood in her drawing room surrounded by her family was stolen from the jaws of Time.
She could hear the bailiffs in the hallway. One of them strode in through the drawing room door. He stopped short at the sight of the six of them clustered together in the window. “The auction starts at nine o’clock sharp,” he said brusquely. “You’d better be off before then.”
She gathered her black shawl more closely around her shoulders. It was time to leave the place she had called home for all her life. Now even if Dominic Savage wished to find her again as he had promised, he would not know where to look for her. “Emily, Louisa, Beatrice, Dorothea, Teddy,” she said, counting them all off to make sure they were all there. “Come, it is time to go.”
It was a long, dismal walk from Bloomsbury Square to the workhouse in St. Giles, but they had not even enough pennies to take the omnibus part of the way. They were no better than beggars now.
Before they had gone a mile, Caroline’s legs were aching. After another mile her feet were rubbed red and raw by the hard leather of her walking boots, her sturdiest pair of shoes and the ones she had elected to take with her to the workhouse. Her kid slippers would be of no use to her there.
Her sisters were no better off. Louisa was already limping badly, though she did not breathe a word of complaint. Teddy was struggling along manfully, but he was clearly the most exhausted of them all.
A patch of common land covered in grass and trees beckoned to her. She sat down under a tree to take off her boots, and the others sank down wearily next to her.
Emily fidgeted uncomfortably while the others rested. “Shouldn’t we keep going? We will never make it to the workhouse by dark if we do not hurry.”
Caroline stroked Teddy’s hair. Almost as soon as they stopped he had fallen asleep with his head in her lap, and was snoring softly. “Are you in such a hurry to get to the workhouse?”
Emily flushed. “We must sleep somewhere tonight.”
“We cannot go on just yet. We will wait until Teddy wakes.”
“And if he sleeps too long?”
Caroline smoothed away a lock of hair that had fallen
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