Page 60 of Conall's Reign

“Conall, please.”

“You’re soaking, baby. This pussy,” he hummed.

His fingers ran over my pussy through my panties, those blunt digits stroking over the wet silk against my folds, maddening as they pushed and circled. Sliding my panties to the side, he savagely inserted two fingers into my pussy, driving them in again and again until I cried out for release as he ground against me.

“You’re mine, Francesca. No more lies. No secrets.” He increased the pressure, and I combusted, straining against him and the glass. He scooped me up without ceremony. No, there would be no more lies. I had nothing else to hide.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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She wasthe most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Nobody could convince me otherwise. I wanted to bury myself in her forever. Worship her. Laying her down on our bed, I palmed her tits, imagining pushing my cock between them.

“The things I want to do to you,principessa,” I said, yanking my clothes off while she watched from under those inky lashes. Her cheeks were still flushed from her orgasm. My cock bobbed free as I stepped out of my slacks. Palming it, I stroked it, groaning as pre-cum leaked over the tip.

“Come here, husband. There are things I want to do to you.”

Crawling forward, she reached for me, gripping my cock as she licked at the tip delving her tongue into the crannies over and over as she lapped and sucked. Her hand gripped me tightly as she sucked me deeper into the cavern of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as her lips stretched as she accommodated me. I was going to cum if she kept going, and as delightful as that sounded, I wanted to blow my load in that pussy of hers where I could feel her quiver around me.

“That’s it, baby. I’m going to cum. Wait,” I murmured, but she hummed against my cock and removed her hand in response, gripping my thighs as she started sucking in earnest, taking that last bit.

She clutched my ass, encouraging me as I fucked her mouth gently at first, and then my thrusts became rougher, enjoying the sloppy sounds of her saliva and the view of those pink lips around my cock. I couldn’t have pulled away even if I wanted to. I gave up and came hard. My balls felt like they were exploding as she milked them, drinking every drop as she watched me with her dark eyes.

“Did you like making me come?” I asked her, pushing her up onto the bed. “You’re a wicked little thing.”

“I did.” She wiped the corner of her mouth. “You want a taste?”

“Yes.” I leaned in and kissed her as her eyes widened. Nipping her lips and letting my tongue tangle with hers. “Are you feeling empty?” She mewled, squirming against me, and I could already feel myself stirring. “Let me see.” I bit her throat gently. God, she was delicious.

Running my fingers between her legs and into her folds, I groaned at my discovery.

“Baby. Does my wife need to be fucked? You’re such a naughty girl.”

“Yes. I need you.” She pushed her legs further apart, exposing her pussy, glistening, pink and swollen. I knelt between her thighs. “Will you fuck me bare?” She bit her lip when she asked as if it were a question I might say no to. I had been dying to fuck her bare, run my cock into her sheath skin-to-skin.

“Fuck, I am so lucky,” I groaned as I fisted my cock. “Are you sure?” I wanted her to be sure of every part of what we did. “I love you, Francesca. Do you realize that? I’ve loved you forever and a day.” Her eyes shined up at me as I pushed into her wet heat, slowly ignoring her silent pleas to go faster. I wanted to mesh myself with her until we were one. Swallow her whole. Joining my mouth to hers to stifle any answer, I held her flush against me. I ground into her slowly, letting her orgasm flow over her, fucking her through it.

Her nails dug into my ass, holding me to her as she hooked her legs around me. “Harder Conall. Harder.”

Her dark hair on the pillows and her skin flush with a sheen of sweat made her look hot, messy, and like perfection. She looked like my wife as I stroked into her, driving against her as if I could crush my bones against hers so we would be dust together in the afterlife. I knew I wasn’t a good man. I’d never be a good man, but wherever she went, I would go. We came in a rush. I could feel her pussy clutch and flutter around my shaft as I pumped, quivering against me, my cum jetting into her. It was the best feeling in the world.

Kissing her lightly, I brushed my fingertips over her eyes. She looked sleepy. Her default mode after sex was the starfish pose and then a nap. I’d like to hold her for a while. Forever. Keep my cock inside her. My cum inside her. Put a baby there. I wondered if she’d change her mind about that. A child with her? It was a lovely dream.

I shifted my weight away from her and drew her close, running a hand along the curve of her waist.

“I love you too,” she whispered, turning her face to kiss me. My heart tightened. “Sometimes I feel so scared.”

“Of what,principessa?” I kept my touch light as she spoke, my gaze fixed on her. I wanted to hear what she had to tell me.

“When I was a little girl, my mother would tell me that I was a mistake. She’d say she shouldn’t have had me. I don’t think my father could have children.” She turned her eyes to mine, which shone like amber. “I think all of us were…” she hesitated.

“Don’t ever think you are a mistake, Francesca. You are the most perfect thing the universe has ever created.” I leaned back into her shoulder, pressing my lips against her skin.

Angelo had talked at length about his mother and how much of a bitch she was. She was the worst kind of bitter hag. She’d needled all her children and picked at their flaws, but she’d been especially cruel to Francesca. Angelo had always suspected that they were all illegitimate, and he also believed that Don Santelli had known and accepted the infidelity. None of them ever resembled the don, with his sweeping black hair and widow’s peak. They all had fairer complexions, lacking the darker skin tone that the old man possessed.

“I appreciate that, but I’m fairly certain we’re illegitimate,” she concluded, lifting her chin defiantly, the fire rekindled in her eyes.

“So? Who cares? Do you think that doesn’t make you Angelo and Remo’s sister?” I pulled her closer against me. “More importantly, you’re my wife now. You are an O’Kelly. I will never let you go. Ever.”

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