The Vaudeville Star

“I know. Which is why I mentioned it.”

Her hands skimmed along her flat belly, and she sighed. “I would love a child, Ford. I would love our child.”

“Of course you would.”

“But I do love the stage.”

“You are a natural. You have a gift. I’ve seen the way people respond to you. They love you.”

Ruby laid back down, touching Ford’s chest with her fingertips. “I would say let’s let nature take its course.”

“I agree.”

Ruby watched as his cock lengthened again as she touched his chest. She touched her fingertip to the pink head and watched as Ford’s hazel eyes followed her movement.

“Ruby—” he began.

“Can I?”

He smiled. “Of course.”

She slid a finger along the length of him and then leaned in to it. Her warm breath was on him, and then her lips touched the pink head. She saw Ford close his eyes and knew that he must enjoy it. Sticking out her tongue she touched it to the head and heard his quick intake of breath.

He didn’t stop her, so she continued. She moved her tongue along the shaft and then enveloped his head in her mouth.

“Jesus,” Ford moaned.

She took more of the shaft in her mouth and moved up and down along it. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she liked the feel of him inside her mouth.

Suddenly, Ford could take no more of the torture, and he threw her, giggling, onto her back, impaling her with his throbbing cock.

“Didn’t you like it?” she asked.

“Too much, you little witch!” he said, pushing deeper into her.

“I want to make you happy, Ford. You must know that,” she said, her arms around his neck.

“And you do, Ruby. Every inch of you. Every part of you. You have a loving, generous heart, and you are mine. All mine.?

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He gripped her hips, and as she cried out, he spilled his seed inside her.

The next morning, Ford left to obtain their ship’s passage while Ruby remained behind to finish packing. She hummed happily as she did so, even though the rain poured outside. She was looking forward to the future and her life with Ford. She glanced down at her beautiful ring and smiled. When a knock sounded on the door, she placed a pair of gloves into the trunk and went to answer it.

Ford used his key to open their hotel room. It was midafternoon, and he had been gone longer than he had planned.

“Don’t yell at me. I—” He stopped when he realized the room was empty.

“Ruby?” He turned about in the room, but she was nowhere to be found.

He saw his trunk half-packed, but her two trunks were gone. He wondered if perhaps she had gone downstairs to the restaurant or grown bored waiting and had taken a walk. But he realized it didn’t make sense. Her trunks were gone. Only hers. Why only hers? He was about to leave the room when something on the dresser caught his eye. He moved toward it, his heart hammering inside his chest. Her diamond-and-emerald ring lay glittering on it.

26

Ruby sat facing King as the train rolled away from Paris. She watched the city pass them by and closed her eyes. He had come quietly into the hotel room, grinning like a madman. He had seen Ford leave and taken his chance. He had told her to grab a warm coat and had a porter take their trunks down. He had showed her a knife but then claimed he didn’t want to use it.

As they were leaving the room, he had pulled the ring from her finger and left it on the dresser, laughing.