I took my place before her and said, “Open them.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she saw me: buck naked, cock hard, crown on my head. Then her mouth fell open as she saw what I had hooked over my finger.
“Happy anniversary,” I told her, as the huge ruby pendant swung before her eyes. It was pear-shaped, an inch and a half across, encrusted in diamonds and gold. I’d had it cut for her from a raw ruby, the Bloodstone of Aramoor, which had been in my family for generations.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
Enough waiting. I needed to be inside her, and I needed it now. “Open your mouth,” I growled.
Without protest, without question, she did as I asked, and took my dick into her mouth. I leaned into her to get deep into her throat. I felt her fighting me because I’d gone in so deep. “Relax,” I said. “Breathe through your nose. You fucking know how to do this, baby. Relax.”
Her shoulders lowered slightly as she calmed down, as her gag reflex released her from instinctive panic. She flattened her tongue under my shaft and worked my length with her lips, up and down, again and again.
As she sucked me, I unfastened the clasp of the necklace and slipped one end of the chain under her throat. When the cold weight of the huge ruby touched her bare skin, she groaned into my cock.
That groan. Of hunger. Of gratitude. Of desire. Of need. It vibrated through my shaft, and through my whole body. Through my whole fucking soul. It was more than enough to push me over the edge. Taking her head in my hands, I deep throated her, arching my head back as I throat-fucked her, and came in a hard and intense explosion, with my balls pressed against her chin.
“Such a perfect little girl,” I said, as I pulled out, my dick slick with her saliva and my seed.
My Queen had never looked more beautiful than she did then—on her knees in front of me, with my cum in her mouth, with blow-job reddened lips and watery eyes, with pregnant tits and belly. I still wasn’t sure I deserved her. But fuck it. She was mine.
For fucking keeps.