Page 157 of Mistaken Identity


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She parts her legs a little wider and I flick my tongue across her swollen clit. She bucks her hips, but I reach up, holding her down, licking her again, over and over. I lean back slightly and run my finger from her clit to her entrance, pushing inside her, before I gently bite on her, sucking her swollen nub into my mouth.

“That’s so… so good,” she mutters, as I flick my tongue over her again and again, her walls clamping down on my finger. She’s close… I can feel it, and I add a second finger, which is all it takes to push her into a screaming orgasm. She writhes against me, even though I’m holding her down still, but I don’t let up, no matter how wild she gets.

Eventually, she calms, her breathing returns to normal, and she stills. I kneel up, pulling my fingers from her soaking pussy, and raise my hand to my mouth, licking them clean. She stares at me, her tongue grazing over her lips, before I lean down and kiss her. She tastes herself – not for the first time – but there seems to be a hunger within her I’ve never seen before… and I want more.

I stand, quickly undressing, and then crawl up over her body, palming my cock and finding her entrance with ease. She raises her hips and I slide into her.

“Fuck… you’re tight.”

“You’re huge.” She sucks in a breath.

“It’s been a while.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“Nowhere near as much as I’ve missed you, baby.”

She reaches up, her hand cupping my cheek, and within seconds I’m hammering into her, although she matches me, move for move, breath for breath.

“M—More,” she whispers. “Give me more.”

I flip us over, so I’m on my back and she’s straddling me. “You want more?” She nods her head. “Then take it… take whatever you need.”

She raises herself up and slams down onto me, letting out a deep and satisfied groan, before repeating the process, over and over. I grab her ass, sitting up and she clings to me, her breasts crushed against my chest, as she grinds her hips, her sighs and moans building to a crescendo. I can’t take much more.

“I’m gonna come… please, Livia.”

As if at my command, she tips her head back, screaming my name, and I pull her down onto me, so I’m as deep inside her as I can be, when I fill her with everything I’ve got.

She’s breathing hard against me, our bodies filmed with sweat, and I lie back down, bringing her with me, and then turn us onto our sides, so we’re facing each other, still connected, still wrapped in each other.

“Can I ask you something?” I say, and she tips her head, looking up at me.

“Of course.” Her voice is laced with fatigue, and I smile.

I pull her closer, holding her tight against me. “Will you move in with me?”

She leans up, a frown etched on her face as she rests her hand on my chest.

“You don’t think we should slow things down? We’ve been through a lot over the last week or so. Don’t you think we should take some time… get to know each other a little better…?”

“We already know each other pretty well, don’t we?”

“You think?” she says, shaking her head. “After everything that’s happened, I’m not sure I even know who I am anymore.”

“Yeah, you do. You’re Connor Hopkins’s daughter. I’ve met him. He’s a great man.”

Tears well in her eyes, and she nestles in to me again. “So are you.”

“I’m trying to be. It’s not always easy, but I do a lot better when you’re around. I need you here with me, Livia.” She looks up at me and I cup her face with my hand, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip. “I’m not trying to rush you into anything, and if you really wanna slow things down, we can.”

“How? How are we gonna take it slow if I’m living here?”

That sounds like she’s saying ‘yes’ to my suggestion and I have to smile. “You can sleep in one of the guest rooms.”

She frowns and lets out a sigh. “But I wanna sleep with you.”

“I wanna sleep with you, too. I always did.”

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