Wicked Husband-Chapter 79 - 78

Eileen tried to be honest as Cesare instructed. Every time his fingers moved in and out, she revealed everything without holding back.

She let out pleasurable moans freely, waiting for the pleasure Cesare would provide. He held her body, which was twitching with every movement, and gradually increased the number of fingers he used.

The rising pleasure filled her entire body. Her head was spinning with the intense heat. As Eileen leaned her whole body against Cesare, she suddenly became worried.

’What if only I’m feeling good?’

From what she had felt on their wedding night, it seemed that Cesare had enjoyed himself. Although he had displayed an unfamiliar expression, she guessed that it probably wasn’t too unpleasant.

But in a situation like this, where he wasn’t penetrating her but merely touching her body, she couldn’t be sure. Upon reflection, Eileen realized that she had always been the one receiving.

As if sensing her doubts, Cesare bit her ear.

"What are you thinking?"

She couldn’t see the expression on his face from behind, but he appeared completely at ease. Still, she worried that she might be the only one panting and flushed.

Eileen clutched Cesare’s arm tightly and cautiously parted her lips.

"Cesare... Cesare, I was wondering."

Panting heavily, she asked him.

"I’m curious if you’re feeling good... I’m worried that if only I’m enjoying it..."

She looked down at the floor, mustering her courage, and then turned her head to glance back. She lifted her gaze to Cesare, her eyebrows furrowed.

When their eyes met, Cesare studied her for a moment before curling his lips into a faint smile. He spoke her name softly.

"Eileen."

"Yes?"

He withdrew his fingers that had been deeply inserted. The sensation of his two fingers suddenly being pulled out made Eileen shiver.

Cesare brought his fingers to his mouth in front of Eileen. Her eyes widened. To her astonishment, Cesare licked the sticky lubricant off his fingers.

His red tongue licked the long, straight fingers. It was the same hand that had played the piano just that afternoon.

It was unbelievable that those fingers were now coated with her lubricant, and that Cesare was licking it off.

Cesare looked at the trembling Eileen with wide eyes and parted his wet lips.

"Your husband has been waiting for your pleasure for a whole week."

He asked with a drawn-out gaze.

"What could be the reason, hmm?"

"Oh, I wanted you to be healthy..., ah!"

After Cesare had carefully wiped his fingers clean, he chuckled at Eileen’s response. He then untied the ribbon securing her skirt. In an instant, the bow came undone, and both the skirt and underskirt fell to the floor, leaving her legs exposed to the cool air.

Eileen had been anxiously cautious all day, dreading that her clothes might get damaged. She was startled when Cesare’s bold action caused her expensive dress to fall to the floor, but he appeared indifferent.

A brief silence followed as Eileen felt Cesare’s gaze sweeping over her from behind. Now clad only in her partially removed corset, she felt an intense wave of embarrassment.

Oddly, she felt even more exposed with her clothes on. She wondered if it would be less humiliating to be completely naked. Eileen secretly wished Cesare would remove her corset as well, but he showed no sign of intending to do so.

The sound of the metal buckle being undone clanged, and soon the thick head of Cesare’s pen!s touched her vulv@. Startled by the sudden action, Eileen parted her lips to speak, but he thrust into her without hesitation.

The sudden penetration reached all the way to the base, causing Eileen to widen her eyes. Breath escaped from her parted lips. The climax that began in her lower abdomen spread throughout her body. Eileen, trembling like a leaf, let out a late moan.

"Haah!"

Her vision flashed white as a wrenching pain, like her body was being torn apart, surged through her. This intense agony was intertwined with an overwhelming pleasure that made her head spin.

Her vulv@ erupted with a gush of lubricant, but Eileen didn’t even realize that she was releasing enough to dampen her thighs. Even though she had reached the climax she had been waiting for, she didn’t fully perceive it.

She moaned deliriously, her limbs flailing uncontrollably. She tried to push and scratch at Cesare’s arm, but it was futile. His solid, unyielding arm remained unaffected, showing no signs of her desperate clawing.

Cesare, who had subdued Eileen by pressing her down, breathed heavily and moaned from behind her.

"Haah, Eileen..."

He roughly kissed Eileen. Hanging precariously onto Cesare, she received his kiss in an unstable position.

Cesare groped Eileen’s bre@sts recklessly and thrust his hips upward with strong force. It was enough to flatten her rounded buttocks.*

Compared to the careful and slow penetration of their wedding night, this was incredibly rough and savage. The man, losing his composure, pushed Eileen aggressively. Eileen moaned messily, shedding tears.

Every time he thrust into her, her body moved uncontrollably. Her unrestrained flesh eagerly took in his member, which she had longed for. Her vulv@ squeezed tightly around his thick member, leaking lubricant as it did.

When her erect n!pples were tortured by Cesare’s fingers, another climax quickly followed.

"Uhh, mmm...!"

Eileen, who was being swept away by Cesare, twisted her whole body. Her v@ginal walls convulsed and contracted as if squeezing the pen!s inside her. Cesare’s moaning breath fell on the back of her neck.

He seemed to be in a good mood, which she took as a fortunate sign, but tears welled up in her eyes. She was crying not from sadness, but from fear and the overwhelming intensity of the pleasure, which came in rapid succession. Her tears flowed steadily down the corners of her eyes.

Even in the midst of all this, the sound of his pen!s thrusting into her soaking wet v@gina could be heard. Because Cesare kept thrusting his pen!s, the climax continued without subsiding.

It was a difficult moment for Eileen, who was only having s*x for the second time. Even breathing was difficult. Eileen swallowed her sobs and pleaded with Cesare.

"Ah, hmph, Cesare, I’m scared, hmph, uh, I want to do it while looking at your face...!"

She was even more scared because he was behind her and she couldn’t see his face. When Eileen pleaded, Cesare immediately pulled out his pen!s. Then he roughly turned Eileen’s body around and lifted her up.

Her body lifted lightly and her feet lifted off the ground. She knew that Cesare wouldn’t drop her, but she instinctively reached out and hugged his neck out of anxiety.

At the same time as he hugged her tightly, Cesare thrust his pen!s into her while holding Eileen.

"...!"

This time, she couldn’t even moan. Eileen opened her eyes and mouth wide and stretched out her legs. Her legs, stretched straight out on either side of her firm waist, shook. The saliva she couldn’t swallow dripped from her parted lips and soaked Cesare’s shoulders.

But Eileen couldn’t close her lips. She couldn’t even blink. She just desperately hugged Cesare’s neck and trembled.

Since she was thrusted into while being lifted up, the weight of her body caused his pen!s to penetrate even deeper. The glans was completely embedded in the cerv!x that she had only briefly touched during the night. It was so deep that she couldn’t move.

Cesare held Eileen in his arms with one hand while using the other to gently wipe her tear-streaked face. He spoke in a tone that was meant to sound affectionate but carried an edge of mockery.

"You said you wanted to do it while looking at my face."

However, there was a heat in his voice that could no longer be hidden. The husband, who had thrust his pen!s deep into his wife, looked quite satisfied and his bright red eyes flashed. Eileen, who was shivering with her frozen body, barely opened her lips.

"It’s too, too deep..."

Eileen tried to slightly move away from him, but quickly clung to him again. She only moved slightly. Even so, the pen!s pressing deep inside her spread a strange sensation throughout her body.

Her hair stood on end, and goosebumps spread across her cheeks and arms. Cesare smiled with a strange intensity as he supported Eileen’s trembling back, making her too frightened to move.

"Don’t cry, Eileen," he said, his voice unsettlingly calm.

He reminded her of the promise she had forgotten.

"You have to do it three times today."

Eileen stopped crying and, with a stunned expression, asked, "Three times...?"

She hurriedly searched her memory. At that time, Eileen had asked how other people had s*x. She had asked if they did it twice or three times, but Cesare did not give her a clear answer.

But a promise? For Eileen, already overwhelmed by her struggles, it was an unexpected and distressing revelation. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him for clarification