Page 44 of Cillian

“I love the way your big tits bounce for me when I'm fucking you. You're so bloody sexy, Queenie. Now, let me hear you say it,” he said through strained teeth. Every time I got a word out, his hard thrusts dragged out his demands. At this point, I could barely think straight.

“I'm gonna come…like a fucking slut…on this cock…. ohhhh,” I cried, the constant flow of his words driving me closer to the deep abyss. I came on his cock flooding him with my juices, as he grabbed my waist and emptied into me. All of his essence fought hard to merge with mine as he filled my walls to the max with his seed.

“Come here, baby.” He pulled me in closer to kiss. His guard was down, and now was the time to bring back the conversation.

“Cillian?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I'd really like to wear the dress you bought me.” He smiled, throwing his head back along the couch, his face still red and flushed.

“You fuck me like that and you could wear any dress, any time. Fuck, that was what that was all about?” I thinned my lips.

“Maybe?”

He slapped my bare bottom, my walls clenching on the length still deep inside me.

“You spoiled little minx. C’mere.” He pulled me in for another kiss, tightening his grip around my waist in a possessive embrace. “If I let you wear that thing, I don't want you to running off, or trying to lose me in some space only lasses are allowed. You stay attached to my hand. And I don't want to hear any complaining about how you're tired of me.” I smiled, running my fingers through his soft ginger strands.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed me on the nose.

“Good, then let's get some rest. I could probably go to sleep right here.”

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For the third time Cillian checked in on me, his impatience weighing heavy on his features since he was too polite to rush me. This time instead of walking out, he knocked on the door frame just as I put the finishing touches to my two strand twist out.

“Come on, Queenie, we've got to go. It's almost ten-thirty.”

“I know, I know. I'm sorry. But I'm ready now. I just have to get my jacket.” He held up what looked to be my jacket already easing it on me.

“There, that should cover you up,” he said as I rolled my eyes at his incessant need to overreact over my dress. “Now, come on. I don't want to waste another minute.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me all the way down to the front entrance. I scanned the lobby, confused to not see Seamus. That is, until he led me to a car I was unfamiliar with. Was this his car? I didn’t even know my husband could drive.

“I didn't know you had a car,” I said, and he reached over and helped strap me in the passenger seat.

“Well, I suppose there's a lot of things you don't know about me. And since we have a long day ahead of us, it's another good day for asking questions. Feel free to play with some stations,” He suggested, as he started up the car and took off into the city roads. I ran my fingers along his ear, admiring how dashing he looked with his hair slicked back.

“You look really handsome today, baby.” He blushed, grabbing for my left thigh before interlocking his fingers in mine.

“You're so sweet.” I turned, watching as the streets stretched out in front of us. It was nice to be spending our first day out as an official couple. Sure, we had done things. Bedroom things and had spent some time at home together, but today was the first time we were spending the whole day together, and I was happy to show off my husband.

“I'm happy to be finally getting out of the house. When we're more settled, I was thinking that I could get a job or something. You know, just so I'm not bored, sitting around the house all day.”

Cillian’s eyebrows cinched, switching his gaze between me and the road.

“Fuck no. I get that you don't want to be home all day but that don't mean that you need to find a job.”

“What if it was a nice little teaching job? Lots of Colored schools are always looking for substitutes, and since I got my degree in early childhood education, it would likely be just half days if I teach kindergarten.” Not that I was against it, but now that I had an education, I didn’t want to clean another person’s house ever again.

“Queenie, I don't want you working.”

“Why not?”

“Because my mum didn't work.” Something I considered, but his sister worked so that cancelled out his reasoning completely.

“Well, your mom's from a different time, and plus your sister has a shop.” He sneered, a vein in his neck looking two seconds away from popping. My husband was a caveman sometimes, but I didn't think he'd be so unbending at the thought of me making my own money.

“Yeah, well that's different.”

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