Page 111 of Franco DeLuca


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My free hand rubbed his muscled forearm.

“Time for you to take more of my cum. Before the end of October, you’ll be pregnant with my child.

My heart raced in my chest at his words. The serious look on his face only sent me over the edge.

“Fuck, Franco.” I shivered in his arms as I came all over his fingers.

He pulled me up into his arms and carried me to our bed. My back met the mattress. Franco dropped to his knees and spread my legs apart. He lapped up my cum.

I took in my handsome husband’s face as he devoured my pussy like he hadn’t eaten all day.

“So fucking delicious.” his deep vocals hit my clit, bringing on a second orgasm.

“Oh, yes, Franco,” I screamed as I pinched my taut nipples.

My back arched and my head dug into the mattress as I circled my pussy all over his mouth.

“So good, baby.” Franco’s lips brushed along my skin.

Next thing I knew, he was standing over me like fucking Thor, ripping the dress shirt open. The buttons popped off the shirt, pinging along the heather gray tile floor.

He was still wearing the sweatpants.Good!

His cock strained against the fabric. I loved how big it was and couldn’t wait for his cock to fill my greedy walls.

Franco yanked the shirt off my frame. Chest heaving, he stood over my naked body. His eyes roved my cinnamon skin.

“You are so beautiful. I love that you’re my wife.”

“I love that you're my husband, Franco,” I breathed, barely containing my lust for him.

He leaned over, placing a kiss on the bandage covering the wound on my chest.

His lips moved to my hard brown nipples. Franco kneaded one nipple between his fingers while he sucked the other into his mouth. The pain and the pleasure kept me on the edge, waiting for more.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as my fingers roamed the marred skin on his back. “Every part of you belongs to me.” A possessive growl left my lips.

His soft gaze met mine. Inching my head upward, I pressed my lips against his as my toes slipped into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Breaking our kiss, I smiled. “I want them off now. But first I want to watch your cock spring free. It makes me so fucking wet.”

Our eyes fell between us. We watched as my toes pushed his pants lower.

“I need to be inside your pussy now,” he growled.

Franco shoved his sweatpants lower and his dick sprung free, standing at attention.

He stood and stepped out of the pants.

“Don’t move,” I ordered, taking in every muscle on his tanned body.

Franco stroked his cock and smiled. “Remember what you said about the missionary position?”

I arched a brow. “Yes.”

His knee landed between my legs. Franco wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me with him to the top of the king size bed.

“Kennedy, we’ve had sex in that position several times.”

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