Chapter 15

Fifteen

C illian

Racing through town, I finally made time to spend a moment with my sister, órfhlaith , who I hadn't seen since my time inside. You could say we were close, which was why it hurt not seeing her at my release, but she promised to let me meet my nephew soon and I couldn't wait to meet him. I parked a block away, walking with a spring in my step the whole way to my sister's dress shop. There was a note on the door saying she'd be back in twenty minutes, but knowing her, she was probably in the back just having a quick smoke.

I knocked hard, pulling out a pocket watch to ensure the time was right. A second later, she came out from the back fixing her shirt and lipstick.

"All bloody right . I'm coming. Didn't you see the sign on her door." The moment she opened the door, I picked her up and swung her in my arms even though she had me waiting out here like a bloody customer.

"Good to see you too, little brother. Not so little anymore, I see."

"Where's the baby?" I said, looking around disappointed that I couldn't meet him now.

"I forgot to tell you, I left her with Saoirse today. I had a few custom orders to plan for, so I knew I'd be staying a little over but if you really want to see him, I'll take him over to you. Long as your wife don't mind."

My attention drew to a woman in a cleaning uniform exiting the backroom, a Black lass who resembled one of those famous jazz singers had she not had looked so tired and flush faced. She had a decent figure like órfhlaith, but her meek, nervous demeanor had her gaze pointed towards the floor.

"Think I best be on my way, Miss Sullivan. See you Thursday morning. Hello, sir."

"Hello," I replied back confused since my sister has never been known to hire a housekeeper.

"Have a good afternoon, ma'am."

"Thank you, Pearl. I'll have your paycheck when you drop in next time." My eyes followed her to the exit, as I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Who was that?"

"My helper. She comes around a few days a week and helps me keep the store clean."

"Too pretty to be cleaning anything. And since when do you hire Coloreds?" She grabbed my cigarette from me, confiscating it as her own.

"You and the boys ain't the only ones knowing Black people. Plus, it's hard to get an Irish maid. They're all too busy being housewives for their drunk husbands. Did she like the dress?"

" What?"

"Your wife ? Did she like the dress?" She clarified, wiping me out of my stupor.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. And now that I'm here, I might as well pick up another one. But something a little more casual this time. You know, something she can wear to the pub. You look good, by the way." She shrugged.

"Well, that's because I haven't got a man to stress me out. Do you like the girl? Paddy tells me her name is Queenie." A wide grin spread across my face, and an eyebrow cocked on the left side of hers.

"I stand corrected, you love the girl. A big feeling for someone Tadhg told me you didn't even want to marry."

"Don't tell me you put bets on me too."

"No, I'm not a gambling woman, but I have to say I'm a bit surprised. You meet her people yet?" I released a huge sigh, taking a seat on a lounge chair in the main front of the store.

"I met her parents, but she don't talk much about family. And personally, I don't like her father much of what I know about him but if she wants me to meet more of them, I will." She gave me this accusatory look that was almost judgmental.

"What are you staring at me for?"

"You just seem happy. Not all miserable like the rest of us. I'm just glad Pa ain't around to fuck this up. Now about that dress. I just got a shipment in from a line in Paris. Think she'll like anything from that?" When I thought about it, I didn't know anything about her style, but she had nice legs. So long as whatever I bought her emphasized them, I could have left with a paper bag.

"She likes light colors. Don't they only ever wear black in Paris." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, little brother, you know nothing about ladies' fashion. What's her personality like, I'll base it on that. And just for you, I'll throw in a family discount.

***

Struggling with full hands trying to get the keys in the door, the bolt of the lock finally submitted as I pushed the door open with my elbow.

"Queenie," I called out ignoring the late time on my watch. With the club, I'd always have late nights, but I begged her to wait up for me, and called to check in to remind her I'd be late. To ease the troubles, I stopped by the florist to pick up a dozen of her favorite flowers in addition to the dress my sister helped pick out and followed the fragrant smell of cooked food coming from the kitchen.

Lifting the lids off a few pots, a wave of disappointment hit that I wasn't able to try what she cooked when it was fresh off the stove. She had gone out of her way to make all this food for dinner, and here I was walking through the door late like an inconsiderate arsehole.

I laid the dress box and flowers down on the couch before calling out for her once more.

"Queenie?" I ventured to the bedroom cursing myself when I stumbled across her light snoring, asleep before I could see her. Starting with my waistcoat, I removed my clothes down to my pants and lifted the blanket to climb in next to her. I know I should have let her sleep but I was looking forward to seeing her all day. So much, I almost landed a ticket going over the speed limit. Naturally, I gave her shoulder a light nudge.

"You up, baby? Hmm?" I asked, a light caress to her shoulder. She was wearing one of my dress shirts with what looked like lace knickers, her arse and thighs soft and gentle to the touch.

"Queenie? Mmm . You promised you would wait up for me baby, are you up?" I asked again, giving her plump behind a rub.

"Mmm… Is that you, Cillian?" she murmured, shifting in the bed to face me, the top of her breasts poking out from the low buttons.

"How come you didn't wait up for me, baby? You said that you'd wait up for me," I said, with a kiss to her exposed collarbone.

"Mmm...I'm sorry. I guess I fell asleep. You said you'd be here earlier, I even cooked to surprise you." I pressed a kiss to her nose, her tired eyes edging open.

"I know. Things went a bit late at the club. I tried to make it home to you as soon as I could. Had such a long day. But I'm happy to be back home with you. Did you miss me?"

"Mmmhmm," she mumbled, still on her side of the bed.

"Mmm, you sound sleepy, a tragedy because I've been waiting all day to see you." And touch her, and hold her. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything productive other than burying my big cock in her tight pussy.

"I'll let you sleep, I guess. But is it okay if I taste your pussy before I fall asleep with you? We don't have to do anything else, I just want a taste of what I've been missing all day." My lips traced the delicate contours of her inner thighs. Sweet, soft and tempting to the touch. Even through her knickers I could smell the clean scent of her delectable pussy, traces of an earlier shower evident.

"Please, Queenie, can I taste your cunt?" I asked, with another series of slow kisses along the length of her curvy thighs. "Please," I asked once more, delighted to hear an alert answer.

"Okay." Pulling her knickers to the side, I took a moment just to sit and admire how pretty her pussy was. Her lips were nearly as dark as her skin and her folds were a pretty pink, the contrast of both her inner and outer lips making my mouth water.

It made it easier to see when something I did sexually excited her, and then there was the icing on top. That ripe, juicy cherry that greeted me and made sucking on it so addictive. I licked my fingers, wetting them before drawing light, lazy circles around her sweet little clit, softly she moaned, her once hooded eyes widening as she locked eyes with mine.

" Mmm … you like that, baby? I asked, my fingers soaking wet of her juices.

"Mmmhmm," she said, her legs spreading wider for me.

"Can you take your shirt off for me? I want to see you play with your pretty tits." Following my instruction, she unbuttoned more of the buttons before relaxing back and giving into the subtle pleasure. I leaned up to help her out of it, in awe of her soft brown stomach and full perky tits. Returning my fingers to her pussy, I played in her slickness, enjoying just how much this made her feel.

"Your slick little slit is getting so wet for me. I love to watch that pussy get wet before my eyes. Such a fucking lovely thing to see. Play with your tits, baby. Get those nipples hard while I work your sweet little pussy."

Every time I saw her tits, I just wanted to suck on them, play with them, have my way with her nipples until she begged me to stop. Hers were a wonder, and I adored the way her dark peaks became hard, like two little chocolate sweets. She took her heavy globes in her hand, her dark nipples between her fingertips as she watched me.

She was becoming more comfortable with touching herself, even if she preferred when I took the lead. If my hand could be everywhere, I promise they fucking would be but for now my main focus was her pussy and everything about her sweet taste left me ravenous. I started with a round of light licks along the length of her. Up and down, I devoured every trace of her arousal on my greedy tongue. I loved eating her pussy, all sweet and ripe, and pretty and wet. The way she whimpered my name as I circled her swollen clit unlocked all sorts of superpowers, starting with all the unique ways that satisfied her. I looked up to see her eyes on me, a contrast to how shy she was in the beginning.

" Mmm …look at my pretty girl. Last time she was so shy. Now she likes to watch while I taste her pussy." She bit her lip, a soft moan squeezing past her lips as I alternated between licking and caressing. "You like the way it looks when I tongue fuck your little pussy, don't you?" This time, a sharp gasp left her lips, her tummy caving in as she spread her legs wider.

"Yes baby," she cried, the lust filled look in her eye driving me all the way mental.

"Good, because you look so sexy when you watch me lick your cunt. You can't help but to be a fucking whore."

"Oh my god," she whimpered, looking away for just a second.

"Are you a fucking whore, Queenie?"

"No," she moaned.

" Mmm … Then what are you, baby?" Fighting to get the words out, a smile formed on my face at her next declaration.

"I'm your fucking whore."

"Such a good girl. Mmm… my good girl. All fucking mine." I licked her like a poor man learning the meal in front of him would be his last. The way her wet little pussy gushed in my mouth as her arrival grew near, had me wanting to take my cock out fill her with every last inch of me.

But for now, I just wanted my fill from missing her all day. I wanted to own her, and with the gentle tug of my hair, I knew she was close.

"Oh, Cillian, don't stop baby. Just like that, you're going to make me come." Up and down I lapped up her cunt, sensing her climax approaching as her thighs gripped tighter around my neck.

"That's right pretty girl. Give me that fucking come." With an uncharacteristic aggression, she ground her throbbing pussy in my face, her once soft moans a series of loud cries and pants. She took hold of my face, riding the last wave of her climax before imploding on my tongue. She pulled back, attempting to slide further to the head of the bed to get away from me, but it wasn't until she asked me to stop when I decided she could use a break from the torture. I kissed the inside of her thigh, a laugh passing my lips when she retracted from the light kiss I gave her pussy.

"Mmm…see what happens when you don't wait up for me? You get your pretty little cunt sucked on." She covered the small smile forming on her lips with one of her palms. She was so shy and sweet. My own perfect and precious thing.

"But I bet you like that, don't you? Pretty little whore," I said, adding a trail of kisses leading up to her stomach.

"I guess you can go to sleep now." She bit her bottom lip, nestling in the crook of my chest.

"We don't have to go to sleep." I laid a kiss on her forehead getting comfortable as I laid back on my side.

" No? Well then what do you want to do then?" I played coy, wanting to hear her say it.

"I don't want to stop fooling around."

"And do what then? Do you want me to play with your pussy again?" She shook her head.

"No."

"No?" I leaned in to kiss her nose knowing I was being a tease but I simply preferred the words leaving her lips.

"I just want to feel you. I like the way you feel when you're inside me."

"Oh yeah?" I coaxed, with a light trace of her lower lip, graduating to being on top of her, my knees eager to spread her legs. "Take my cock out my pants and show me how deep you want me inside you." She pulled my pants down far enough for my cock to spring free. My cock looked so good in her hands, I could barely control the pre-cum dripping from the tip. As she guided my length to her entrance, she pulled my hips lower and together we joined in a mutual gasp.

"Oh fuck. I love it when you take fucking all of me," I said, with a few sluggish thrusts as she spread her legs wider and wrapped her arms around the base of my neck. "I thought about you all bloody day, Queenie." Lifting up to witness entering her cunt and watch as she submitted to me.

"I love how it feels when I'm this deep inside you. Your pussy looks so good when my cock fucks your tight little cunt. Your pussy is so fucking perfect. I promise, you feel like heaven on earth."

" Mmm ," she moaned in my ear, adjusting my face to her mouth to take my lips into her deep kisses. Every moan, every whimper, every cry leaving her mouth gave me vast bursts of energy, providing the strength I needed when I felt myself approaching to soon.

"Oh, Cillian. I want to have your baby," she whispered, the desperate need to come inside her breaking past all my willpower and focus. Just when I thought this woman couldn't surprise me, she says the one thing that called to the natural need in me.

"Oh fuck, Queenie. I'm going to come," I groaned before emptying of my seed inside her slick walls. "Oh fuck," I said, as I collapsed into the pillow, then leaned up and she again, took my face into her hands.

"You say a thing like that and it makes me feral. Fuck, you might already be pregnant after the past couple days we've been having. Of all the things you can say, baby. That's gonna make me lose it," I said, leaning into give her another kiss. "Mmm… can I have one more?" I asked, leaning in to kiss her again.

"Okay if I have one more?" This time she leaned up to meet me, mixing it up by taking my bottom lip with a light bite between her teeth. " Mmm … one more!"

" Cillian!" She scolded, pulling away as if moments ago she wasn't begging to have my baby.

"Funny how that works. Not long ago you were desperate for me to put a baby in you and now I can't have one kiss." She pursed her full lips to the side, finally giving into my request.

"Fine, just this last one."

"I promise that this time will be the last one. I can't help it, I feel like I can go on kissing these lips forever." She leaned in for one final kiss, but this time I took her bottom lip in mine, not ready to stop. "Mmm… one more." She pushed me off of her, fighting but losing with my effort to pull her on top of me.

"Fine, I'm hungry anyways, and for something that's not you this time. I want to try some of that food you made. Would you come with me?"