Page 46 of Soul Food

“You wanted to see it, and I’m showing you. That’s all I’m giving, Ruth,” I murmured slowly seconds after my laughter died out. My mind turned a little hazy as I stared at her through the screen—I was suddenly wonderingwhat ifinstead ofwhy I couldn’t.

Her eyes were still fixated on my dick when she sighed. “You’re a tough one to crack,” she whispered sadly, giving me another one of those adorable pouts of hers.

“It’s not you. I have my own rules, and I don’t break them.” The last thing I wanted was to send her soul into a state of gloom again. For some reason, she allowed my words to hurt her.

This time, however, my simple words brightened her entire face. They were the truth, but now I was even more glad I said them. “You don’t allow yourself to jerk off despite being hard for me right now?” She blinked and waited.

“I don’t, but my guess is you do enough for the both of us.” It was the truth. Ruth gave herself what she wanted without restraint. It was beautiful and maddening to me—someone who lived and breathed with restraint to see another give themselves so freely to what they wanted.

“Okay,” she relented. “It’s not like I can do anything with that giant cock, anyway. You can put the camera back on your face now. I want to see you while you’re watching me.”

I did as she asked while she grabbed some pillows and made herself comfortable. Her legs further parted, and my carefully wound control nearly unraveled. Her pussy glistened, calling me like a fucking beacon. Every part of me was on fire—my chest, my veins, even my cock. It was like Ruth wanted me to feel that way. Her eyes focused on me while she touched her most private paradise.

Automatically, my tongue flickered over my lips as her fingers slid into her pussy over and over again. As her desire neared its peak, her eyes finally left mine. She laid her head back on the pillow and fell apart.

And somehow, I felt like she was feeling me too. Maybe her mind could reach me if she wished for it hard enough. She came on her finger—mine and her lights flickering in unison as she did. There was no talking, no sounds other than her whimpering breaths as they turned to ragged moans as she scattered apart. But it was all for me, and that was all the thread needed to snap. My ball-sac drew up and I remained deathly still watching Ruth’s back arch. As the head of my cock pulsed, my body pleaded,just this once.I swallowed, told myself no, but then I gripped myself, pumping my palm over my cock once, twice, the third I was biting back my groan as the mess of what I did covered my pants and fingers.

Breathing raggedly, I willed myself to compose myself. I expected to feel different, maybe ashamed and guilty about it, but the only thing I felt was my desire for her increasing tenfold.

There was something far more dangerous in that, the fact that I had busted open a dam that should have never been opened.

When her sleepy eyes met mine for the last time, they were content for now. Adoringly so.

Ruth didn’t say goodbye tonight. She simply looked at me with a satisfied smile and then the call disconnected.

What I hated about this deal was the fact I didn’t mind doing anything when it came to this woman.Nothing at all.I thought briefly once more about why I tried so hard not to let us meet in the flesh. If I thought hard enough, I would discover more than any soul reaper would dare admit.

And now that we had shared this…

Chapter Twelve

RUTH

“Liz has been stopping by even though we deny her every time.”

Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear when I visited Ma the next day. I paid top dollar for her to be here in this first-rate facility catering to celebrities and their families coming off a bender. I wanted to convince Ma to check herself out. She was staying here just to be staying. For someone that neglected me so much growing up, she refused any kind of help from me. She was as stubborn as a mule, and there was no way I’d ever truly understand her.

She permitted me to pay to keep her here that’s all. Because of my hefty donations, I was allowed to come and go whenever, even outside of visitation hours.

After talking with a nurse about Liz, I went on to visit Ma. Liz was a lot more desperate—or a lot crazier—than I thought if she was brave enough to visit Ma knowing how much she hated her.

This time I found Ma in her room alone. She was lounging on her bed watching TV. When she saw me open the door, she scowled. “I figured it was time for you to show up.”

“I missed you too,” I told her honestly.

She snubbed her nose at me. “I don’t want you visiting.”

“If I had listened to you, I wouldn’t have gotten where I am today.” I parked my ass in the seat next to her bed. The place was hers but it was nothing but a square area with a bathroom. She was in a good place now and deserved an actual home. Ma had been sober the last year and a half—no pills, no alcohol, nothing. Something was different about her this time around even if she still treated me the same.

“Where’s your friend?” She glanced at the closed door. “Not with you today?”

I shook my head. “I’ll see Jayne later.” Her gaze returned to the TV. I waited a second before asking, “Is he still bugging you?” I was referring to my sperm donor.

“Don’t worry about him.” She wouldn’t look at me.

“One word Ma, and I can keep him from coming here.” I could do it against her will, but Ma would hate me for it. If I did something, I could risk her checking out and disappearing. She wasn’t worth much to anyone else, that I knew, but to me she still mattered. I couldn’t give her up.

She dropped her head and sighed. “It’s none of your concern. I can handle your father. There’s nothing he can do to me that he hasn’t already done.”

---