Chapter 15

Once I’d led Ruby into the dim corridor, her moans grew louder. Added was another sound, a quiet mewling as if she were a hungry cat. Well, ravenous had been my goal, and crawling behind me in only panties, black stockings, and shiny crimson pumps, she was definitely on edge.

While the first door led to a small bathroom, and another to a small pink and white bedroom, the doorway at the end opened to a modest-sized room. As I dragged her across the carpet towards a queen-sized sleigh bed, the strange mewling grew louder. When I glanced back at her, my pulse thundered. Shadowed by the swaying mane of chestnut hair, those dark pools were white-rimmed.

She was alone with me, her new dark god, in the garden of nirvana.

After turning, I sat on the side of the sturdy mattress. While gazing down at her, I unraveled the twisted dress from her neck. She said nothing while crawling closer. As her hot breath lashed my thumping cock, I placed my palms flat on the fuchsia flowered comforter.

“You’re so—” Ruby’s voice wavered into another whimper when she spotted a dribble sliding free of my pulsating, achy tip. After a quiet gulp, she swept her hair back in both hands. When she’d returned to me, her dark pools were—enraptured? I’d only seen expressions like that in church. Made sense. At least for her.

So, I went with it. Why? It was my first taste of true raw power. Another hint of what awaited me if I continued my meticulous gambling. An intense wave of calm swept over me.

“Worship me, Ruby.” I smiled.

As my heartbeat hammered my chest, I waited. Had I been correct? Or had I pushed too far? At first she said nothing, but after letting her shiny tresses dangle to the center of her back, she lifted both heavy breasts. At the gentle slide of their fluffy yet firm warmth alongside my cock’s jutting shaft, the room started a slow spin. With her eyes on mine the whole time, she slipped her warm, soft lips over the tip while easing those massive pillows up and down.

It was the most amazing feeling ever.

Such incredible, comforting tenderness. Worshipping me, I guess. But in her own special way. Say what you want, but yes, she was a mom. Plus, yes, with those impressive teats, she was showing me how well she could mother me. The hot breath pumping from her nostrils to sear my shaft brought a wider smile to me. Clarity. Yep, I’d been right. No matter everything else in her life, she only ever sought to be a good worshipper. A good mother.

And I did not mind at all.

“Oh, God. Mm-hmm, that’s so good, Ruby.” When I groaned as her cheeks sank, her eyes blazed. “Yes. Oh, mmm. Um, do what you do best.”

That got a lengthier moan from her that vibrated along my cock. Her gaze remained fixed on me, seeking reinforcement. Blessings? At the rapid pulsing of her tongue against the nerve bundle beneath my swollen bulb, my gaze rose skyward.

“Fuck, yes!” My fingers clenched deep into the mattress. “Damn woman. You give amazing head.”

Then she did the impossible. With a groan, she lifted higher before tilting downwards. And plunged. Although her tits fell away as she descended, my mind staggered. The sensation of her tight throat forcing along my shaft had my entire frame tightening.

Only when her lips nibbled at my root did I gasp for air. My fingers had cramped. Every muscle in my body remained frozen. Nobody had ever throated all of me. Until her, I wasn’t sure anyone could. When she began a languid rise, I leaned back and shuddered.