Chapter 16 Out In The Open

Chapter 16 Out In The Open
Every muscle he has enchanted me, and my fingers twitched until I, unwillingly, planted my hands on him; the warmth of his skin against my cold palms was addictive; I lost myself in the sensation of touching him and making him mine. He slid his fingers through my femininity, and my inner thighs tingled in anticipation. I moaned passionately. 

I was so turned on it hurts. 

"What are you doing to me?  I said, stuttering. 

"Pleasuring you. Trust me; you're going to like every bit of this." 

His dilated eyes stared at me intently, "I want to eat you, could I?" Cillian mentioned. 

I gulped at how sexy he uttered the words. He was acting like a true gentleman, asking for my permission. 

And yes, consent mattered, at least for me. 

"You could," I said, almost in a whisper. 

When Cillian opened my legs and pleased my womanhood, I almost cried—indescribable feelings all over my body. My toes curled, and I reached for his hair. 

"I'm eating you, flower; you taste so good, now don't be coy and open your legs wider." 

There's no turning back; I did what I was told and gave him full access to me, trusting that he knew what he was doing.. He was driving me crazy, dragging me down one step closer to my grave. 

"My turn, wife," he announced.  His big manhood was on display before my eyes. The news is correct. This man was enormous. My memory of this moment didn't give him justice. So big, so long, and so hard.

I gulped; I'm drooling at the sight of his marvelous physique, so sickening. 

"You've seen it in person now, baby, tell me, am I big?”

"Huge," I confessed with my eyes wide open. 

I slowly reached for the biggest one and touched it. He moaned. "Flower, don't tease me like this." He pleaded breathlessly. His face held pleasure. 

I bit my lower lip, willing to enjoy every bit of this physical activity. 

I opened my mouth and put half of his cock inside my mouth. He groaned as he held my hair. 

"Oh, oh, don't stop, wife, make it faster." He mumbled, panting. 

He cussed now and then. Pleasure is visible in his hungry face. "Take it out now, and I want to be inside you, baby." I let go and gave him full authority. 

"Go on, Cillian, I could take it,"  I muttered, assuring him that it was fine. 

"I know you could; besides, I'll be gentle." He matched my assurance. 

"I promise I will make it worth your while."  He added, his deep blue eyes bursting in desire. 

I could feel the excruciating pain as he put his biggest inside me, like something is wreaking within me and stretching the inside of my walls. Inexplicable pain covers my entire being. He managed to kiss me on the lips and clenched his hands around mine, and I drew out strength from him. 

I squeezed his hands so tightly, and my tears began to travel to my face. Cillian kissed me. "Shhh; It will go away, baby, I promise." 

"Why do you have to be this big?" I asked him, still attempting to ignore the pain. 

He chuckled and started moving in and out of me. I almost screamed at how painful this could be, but the pain slowly faded away, and I found myself screaming his name with pleasure. 

I wondered how many women experienced heaven with him. I suddenly felt uneasy with the idea of him touching a woman except me. 

"Let me clean up," Cillian exclaimed and went inside the bathroom. After a few minutes, he lay down beside me in the bed. 

He pulled me closer to his chest and stroked the strands of my hair. 

"You alright?" He asked, full of concern. 

I nodded. I don't want to ruin the mood. So I never utter a single word. 

"I'm so sorry, Sloane, I hurt you; I'm not used to being gentle in bed; I always want it rough, and you are the first virgin I've had." 

His statement confirmed my speculations about him. He is indeed a womanizer; to this day, he has been. 

"Then why me? You know I'm inexperienced." 

"I want to bed you." Then he kissed my forehead. 

I felt so sore down there. "I’m tired.” 

“I have to stock protection boxes inside my office, unless you want me bare, I will never force you to have a baby until you're ready, at least not yet, flower."

I blushed, so he wanted to do it again with me. 

An heir listed on our contract, I tried to forget about that. 

I pinched his nose and teased him, "You and your high libido! We just had sex; now you're still thinking of doing it again? Go to sleep." I giggled. 

"Do you know how many years I fantasized about you wearing those pencil shirts around my office? Every day, Sloane —you're taunting me; you're a temptress. You go to sleep, wife.”

I shut my eyes and tried to get some sleep. I hope tomorrow nothing will change between us. 

I woke up feeling content. Even red like a cat. But I felt so sore; I could feel the pain when I tried to move my legs.  Damn, that XL man —he never let me sleep last night. What he said still lingered in my ears. "Just moan, baby, and I'll do the rest."  And that's what I did all night, moaning his name until my throat went dry. 

Speaking of the devil, Cillian is soundly sleeping on my side. His breath fanned to my neck. I carefully moved away from his side and went inside the bathroom. I saw some kiss marks on my entire body, from my nape, breast, and thighs. 

Cillian was indeed a sex God. 

My legs were shaking, so I sat on the toilet bowl for a while —it was so painful. So this is the price I needed to pay for the pleasure I indulged myself in last night. 

I remembered Cillian's own words when he took me again and again, "You're so delicious, Sloane, I couldn't help myself to taste you all over again." 

I heard the knock on the bathroom door. I didn't lock it anyway, so I'm not surprised that my husband went inside. 

"Hey, you okay?"

"I’m swollen.” I retorted

Cillian took a deep breath. "Let me help you since this is all my fault." 

He came to bathe me. "Darn it, woman; you're so beautiful. If I don't know, you're sore; I might take you here." 

I grinned and gazed upon him; the frustration was all over his handsome face. At the same time, he wrapped the towel around my entire body. 

Dear Lord, have mercy on my poor heart. I was so high for him; there was no antidote to my kind of pain and disease, even a doctor couldn't heal me. 

A buzz from my phone sent me into terror, Maria texted me. 

“Mystery Wife Of Billionaire CEO Named.” 

No secret remains hidden forever, and mine was now out in the open.