#MistakenIdentity Tres Amor #livestory #syllit Chapter 15 | #WIP wc40531

 

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Determined to never make the mistakes of the past, Elena, only wants to help people, which is why she works in the medical field. Yet, her world starts to collide as she meets a man from the past the same time she realizes the patients are mysteriously dying. Soon, her strange pregnancy, her past and her present are all consuming and her life maybe in jeopardy.

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Chapter 15

His mouth had made its way between her legs by the time she awoke. The room was completely dark, except the small natural moonlight streaming in through a window on the other side.

Elena wasn’t sure how long he had been titillating her, but her body was more than ready again for him and she clawed at his back to show her desperation. Her hips shot clear off the bed, and he put a thick arm over her waist to hold her down and in place. His tongue was merciless in bringing her body repeatedly to fruition.

By the time he moved up her body and she could taste herself on his lips, she was reaching down his naked body to maneuver him into her body.

His curvature wasn’t there, but at this time she didn’t care. Just feeling him inside of her was all she was concerned about and he filled her to the hilt, removed himself and then returned just as hard.

Her body was his to do as he wanted and feeling his fingers move into her posterior, heightening her pleasure until she exploded under him screaming and shouting glorious praises.

Yet, he wasn’t done as he maneuvered her to her side slightly and took himself from her womanhood to replace her finger. His body trembled hard as he fought his arousal, while slowly pressing into her tightness.

“F-fuuu…” He couldn’t even get the whole word whispered out and she trembled with him feeling rapturous all over as each slow stroke took her closer to a tsunami shudder that rivaled everything from before. His other hand moved in front of her to gently stroked her clit, while his mouth attacked her nipples. In this position, he had full access to every sensitive part of her body and he used his mouth, fingers and body to bring her to an intensive sexual bang.

Tears burst from her eyes and she cried out helplessly falling into the tumultuous abyss of bliss.

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            The dream didn’t come at all. She didn’t know when she came to reality, but the room was still dark and his mouth was arousing her nipple in a slow lick that smoldered her soul. His touch felt like he’d never touched her before. Even though she was exhausted, she found herself hungry for him again. His lips were ruthless in exciting her all over again, moving from her breast to her mouth and then between her legs.

She chewed on her lip, but then stopped fighting everything she was feeling and let go as he pulled her body on top of his. When she was straddling his hips, he guided his curved manhood deep into her and then lifted her up and down until she was riding his shaft hard and fast.

Gripping his shoulders, she held on as their untamed sexual voyage took them to unbelievable heights together. She collapsed on his chest whimpering, as he held her close kissing her brow.

He whispered, “Thank you, Elena. You’ve given us so much. Thank you so much.”

Barely coherent, Elena felt like she should be thanking him.

He still held her closely as he said, “And I can’t deceive you one more second, Elena. I need to be honest and truthful with you.”

Rising to look down at him, even though the room was dark, her hands laid on his chest and she could feel his heart was racing.

Deceived me?” Elena questioned. “What do you mean?”

He disengaged from her and moved to turn on a light. She saw him carefully close the door and put on a robe while she got herself under the covers.

“What are you talking about Pholsom?”

Returning to the bed, he sat down and laid his hand on her stomach. “I have a feeling this pregnancy is going to be unique and usually my hunches are right. Just like I knew the day I met you, you were going to change our lives.”

The plural he used again caught her attention. She assumed she was speaking about Sloan and himself. Taking his hand and kissing his palm, she said, “You’ve changed my life too, Pholsom. Both of you.”

He looked guilty, then hopeful and then guilty again. “Could you really love two people, Elena, deeply?”

Knowing how she felt about Sloan and him, she sighed relieved he could be so understanding about the human heart. “Yes, Pholsom, I think I can be. I find myself caring about you and Sloan very much.

The look of guilt turned heavier and he stood up. “And if you found out the people you loved had been planning to have you in their lives a long time ago, would you be angry with us?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Answer the question,” he demanded.

“No, I couldn’t be angry.” She remembered Sloan had started the search for her a long time ago, but gave it all up. Of course he had some kind of plans. “I’ve been treated more kindly by your family in a few short days, than a lifetime with my own after my father died. You’ve given me so much and … and I love you, Pholsom.”

He turned to her with that guilt look still in his eyes and sighed. “I love you too, Elena, but-“

She really didn’t care what else he had to say because her heart had expanded so large she thought it would burst from her chest. Kissing him reverently, she showed her love and passion for him deeply as she kissed every inch of his body. Her tongue relished the taste of his body, licking on his nipples loving the way the darkened tips hardened to show his excitement. He gasped as she moved to his stomach and then twirled the tip of her tongue around his navel before dipping down in the dense soft brown hair leading his already erect penis.

He leaned back giving her more than enough room to take his down her throat and with a deep breath she didn’t stop suckling him until he could go no more. Swishing her tongue from side to side as she repeatedly swallowed him, he seemed paralyzed as she fully controlled the situation until he burst to culmination

“Damn, woman!” he bellowed ecstatically. “I’m never letting you go now, Elena!”

After swallowing, she giggled. “You mean that?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Bringing her up to his lips, he kissed her lovingly in thanks and praise.

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When she awoke, she was alone in the bed and the room. It was daylight and the house was quiet. Getting to the bathroom to wash up quickly, she also brushed her teeth and tried to do something to her wild hair.

She found his robe over a chair and put it on eager to find him and be in his proximity.

“Pholsom?” she called, stepping out of the room.

There was no answer. This would be the first time she had ventured around the house by herself and for some reason she remembered Chance’s early warnings about the house.

Why would he be so leery about going to the home itself? Was there something here that would be dangerous?

She called Pholsom’s name again, but there was no answer although she heard something above her head. Were those footsteps? The house was big enough in height to have a third level; maybe an attic or small room.

Instead of trying to find how to go up, she went where she was familiar with, downstairs to the kitchen and the back garage where they had come in. No sign of Pholsom was anywhere and his car was gone.

So no one should be in the house?

Going over to her purse where she had left it last night on the counter, she used her cell phone to called Human Resource at the hospital again to leave another message she would be out again. Even though Sloan had arranged for her to be off through his contacts at the hospital, Elena wanted to make sure and left her own message. She planned to go over to see Sloan sometime today because did miss him. Pholsom was all business, while Sloan was a bit more relaxed .

Two different men, two different personalities.

How would Phoenix be?

Looking at her calendar, she saw two text messages to confirm two appointments in her calendar. One was for the day spa for noon and the other was for dinner at Gaston’s. How she was able to get those from Sloan, she couldn’t explain, but technology always surprised her.

Since she hadn’t heard hide or hair from Pholsom around the condo, she assumed maybe he went out for breakfast. It was going on seven in the morning and she wanted to spend more intimate time with him.

You’re such a slut, she reprimanded herself.

Giggling, she knew she should be ashamed off her wanton behavior but she couldn’t be. Everything felt so right and good.

There was a creak behind her and turning around, she saw a door was slightly opened. She didn’t remember the door behind her being opened before. She knew it wasn’t to the garage or even the basement, so she walked towards it and soon as she pushed the door wide open, she saw there were ascending stairs and the smell of ember and sweet rain hit her nose hard.

Memories of the dream swept her up and prodded her to take the steps. It was as if she was reliving the dream all over again, but as she took each step upwards, she just knew this would be different… very different.

Why would he be so leery about going to the home itself? Was there something here that would be dangerous?

She called Pholsom’s name again but there was no answer although she heard something above her head. Were those footsteps? The house was big enough in height to have a third level; maybe an attic or small room.

Instead of trying to find how to go up, she went where she was familiar with, downstairs to the kitchen and the back garage where they had come in. No sign of Pholsom was anywhere and his car was gone.

So no one should be in the house?

Going over to her purse where she had left it last night on the counter, she used her cell phone to called Human Resource at the hospital again to leave another message she would be out again. Even though Sloan had arranged for her to be off through his contacts at the hospital, Elena wanted to make sure and left her own message. She planned to go over to see Sloan sometime today because did miss him. Pholsom was all business, while Sloan was a bit more relaxed .

Two different men, two different personalities.

How would Phoenix be?

Looking at her calendar, she saw two text messages to confirm two appointments in her calendar. One was for the day spa for noon and the other was for dinner at Gaston’s. How she was able to get those from Sloan, she couldn’t explain, but technology always surprised her.

Since she hadn’t heard hide or hair from Pholsom around the condo, she assumed maybe he went out for breakfast. It was going on seven in the morning and she wanted to spend more intimate time with him.

You’re such a slut, she reprimanded herself.

Giggling, she knew she should be ashamed off her wanton behavior but she couldn’t be. Everything felt so right and good.

There was a creak behind her and turning around, she saw a door was slightly opened. She didn’t remember the door behind opened before. She knew it wasn’t to the garage or even the basement, so she walked towards it and soon as she pushed the door wide open, she saw there were steps leading up and the smell of ember and sweet rain hit her nose hard.

Memories of the dream swept her up and prodded her to take the steps. It was as I she as reliving the dream all over again, but as she took each step upwards, she just knew this would be different… very different.

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7 thoughts on “#MistakenIdentity Tres Amor #livestory #syllit Chapter 15 | #WIP wc40531

  1. I’m loving the story…….but the last half of this post was duplicated, it has been put in the post twice.

  2. Hey syl! OMG Is she gonna find out the truth? Who is in the condo with her? I am on the edge of my seat!!!! I can’t wait for the next chapter. Do they both really love her? Does Sloan know what they’re doing to her? She should have let him tell her his secret, now I’m anxious to know what happens next.

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