Page 64 of Franco DeLuca


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“Franco, I’m trying to hold on. I think I’m going to come again.”

He turned to the wall and rested my back against it. His tongue slipped into my mouth. I tangled my tongue around his as my hands rested on his chest. He stroked faster.

Franco released my lips. “Are you ok?”

“Yes.” I smiled. My heart fluttered in my chest.

Yeah, he was made for me.

“Come for me, Kennedy.” My head smacked the wall as I came hard all over his big cock. He plunged into my core one last time. “Kennedy,” Franco roared.

I felt his cum inside my warm, quivering walls. My shaky hand slid over my sweaty brow.

“Fuck, I love this tight pussy. The way your pussy squeezes my dick is driving me fucking crazy. I’m obsessed with you and this pussy. I’ll never get used to this.”

Franco untangled our bodies and lowered me to the floor briefly, only to scoop me into his arms. “I’m not done with you. You’re about to take this dick all night.”

Hooking my arms over his shoulders, I stroked his hair as he walked us toward the master bedroom.

“What makes you think I thought the sex was good?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Those cum faces.”

I laughed. “The sex was fucking amazing, Franco.”

“I’ve never fucked a woman the way I fucked you. And I never will. I desire you in a way I have no other.”

“Franco, make sure you tell the escort service you’re no longer a client. If a woman confronts me about you, she’ll catch one of my knives to the shoulder as a warning. If she persists, I’ll slit her fucking throat.”

He kissed my nose. “I have no doubt.”

We fucked all night. In the morning, Franco fucked me up against the wall in the shower. After breakfast we slept until dinner time.

That night, we talked about our past sexual relationships. The only relationship I hadn’t mentioned was the one I had with Reggie. He was my first love.

I didn’t want to tell him my father expected us to get married. Franco and I’d talk about him later.

***P***

Franco made love to me in our bed the evening before we’d leave for San Antonio. It was epic. I was hooked on his good ass dick and his nerdiness.

Dressed in only his crisp white dress shirt, I sat in the chair next to him at his desk. Resting my head on his shoulder, I curled an arm around his. I placed my other hand at the hem of his green boxers, while Franco’s fingers flew across the computer keys. He was working on a second new computer program. I couldn’t stop smiling at my man.

Peeking at him, my fingers caressed his angular jaw. “You’re so sexy when you’re working on your projects.”

His brows inched together as his eyes met mine. “Yeah?”

“Yes, Franco.” Tilting my head, I leaned in, then our lips met in a searing kiss.

“I fucking love you, Kennedy.”

So many emotions probably flashed on my face as I stared into his green eyes. “Franco, I love you, too.”

A boyish grin crept onto his lips. He felt loved for the first time in a long time. I was the woman lucky enough to come into his life and shower him with the love he deserved.

He returned his focus to the project, and I rested my head on his shoulder again.I pondered on what was to come tomorrow.

It had been years since I had been to my father’s house. Murder flooded my mind. I wouldn’t leave Texas until my father and uncle were dead.

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