Page 87 of Mistaken Identity
It felt like I was sinking my cock into an electrical socket.
Shocks of pleasure zinged through my body, starting in my balls and shooting straight down the length of my spine.
“Goddamn,” she breathed, her hips jerking. “I have no clue why I feel so hot inside, but let’s talk about how deep you reach. I’ve never felt like this before.”
A dark thought entered my head, making me stutter inside of her for a second before I picked up the pace.
My mind going there wasn’t ever going to do any good.
I couldn’t change the past, but I could mold our future.
Fingers tightening around her hips, I pulled her down onto my cock as I used my thighs to thrust upward.
She gasped, her head falling back, and caught some of her hair on a stray nail.
Neither one of us stopped to untangle it as I took her.
Deep, hard, rough thrusts as my mind went dark.
I wanted to keep her.
I wanted to fill her belly with babies.
I wanted to live the rest of my life making her happy.
I wanted to wake up every day, watch her with our babies, and go to work while I knew they were safe at home with her.
I wanted to roll over in the middle of the night and reach for her. Pull her into my arms.
There were a hundred thousand things that I’d thought about over the years—missed and wanted. I’d watched several of my club brothers find their happily ever after, and I wanted that, too.
I wanted her to be mine.
I wanted to marry her.
I wanted to grow so old that we could finish each other’s sentences.
I wanted it all.
A warm, soft hand pressed against my cheek, and I opened my eyes.
Equal intensity met my own, and I knew that she was on the same page as me.
I slammed myself home at the same time I leaned forward and kissed her.
Our tongues tangled, my ass flexed, and then I was swallowing her scream of completion.
And when it was time to pull out…I didn’t.
Twenty
Be honest. The best sex you’ve ever had was with someone that was basically insane.
—Creole to Audric
CREOLE
“This is something…”
