But we were running out of time to be together. Maybe I was a bad girl for wanting what I shouldn't have, but I didn't care. I imagined Eli's cock stirring in his trousers, and it drove me wild. I wanted to know what he tasted like, to feel him inside of me.
Every inch of him.
"Avery," Eli said. "You have no idea how proud of you I am today."
His expression darkened.
"I wish I could provide for your college education like I had always planned. I am so sorry that I won't be there for you any more. You are the most important thing in the world to me, and I hate this. I really hate it that I can't take care of my own precious little girl."
"There, there, Daddy," I said, caressing his arm. "Everything will be okay. I'll be fine. I'll get scholarships. And I will always be your little girl, no matter what happens."
I climbed into Eli's lap and wrapped my arms around his waist. My face was buried in his firm chest. I could feel his heartbeat and smell his familiar scent. He put his arms around me and held me tight. I had never felt closer to him than at that moment.
I nearly gasped when I felt a hard bump pushing against my ass. I repositioned myself in Eli's lap, enjoying the pressure of his manhood as it pressing on my most sensitive spot. Without even realizing it, I had begun to grind my ass into his crotch, making him harder and harder. A gentle moan escaped my lips.
"Avery," my stepfather said. His voice was ragged and full of emotion. "Avery, we can't."
His words said one thing, but the bulge in his trousers was shouting something entirely different. I knew it was wrong to want my own stepdad this much, but I couldn't help myself. And if I didn't act now, I would lose my opportunity forever.
I grabbed Eli's ears and practically pulled my face up to his. His chin was scratchy against mine as my lips nuzzled my stepfather's mouth, grazing his lips with soft kisses. After a moment his mouth parted and he kissed me in return, faintly at first but with gathering passion. His tongue dipped deliciously into my mouth as his firm hands grasped at my back, pulling me closer.
I felt heat welling up inside me. I was grinding against his stiff manhood, but I wanted more. I wanted Eli to fill me up and fuck me. When Eli kissed my neck, I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
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Eli growled. He pulled back and stared at me with wild eyes that were full of lust.
"Fuck, I can't control myself with you, Avery," he said. "Are you sure this is what you want? If we go any further, I don't think I can hold back."
My stepfather was so turned on right now. It made me incredibly horny to know I had that kind of power over him. My body was aching to be filled by his manhood. My mouth found his, and he kissed me with such passion I could scarcely breathe. The hard little nubs of my nipples were pressing against my bra so hard they hurt.
Eli slid his hands down my back and groped my round little ass. I moaned, my entire body trembling with anticipation. Then, as if coming to me through a dream, I heard a pounding noise outside the front door.
Wait, a pounding noise?
Before I even knew what was happening, the door smashed in. Splinters were flying everywhere. Within seconds we were surrounded by a half dozen men in masks and dark uniforms. Their guns were drawn and aimed at us.
"Hands where we can see 'em," one of the SWAT team officers barked.
We both complied. An officer jerked me off my stepfather's lap.
"Eli Rutherford," the officer continued, "you are under arrest for the murder of Patricia Willingsby Rutherford."
I began to cry as a different officer violently grabbed my stepfather's arms and shoved them behind his back, handcuffing him and escorting him out the front door. It was entirely unnecessary to break down our door like that. Eli wasn't the type to run from the law. At least, not at the time.
A portly cop patted Eli on the back. "Say goodbye to freedom, pal. You might never see the inside of this big old place again."
Eli twisted his head even as he was being led down the walkway and around the fountain in front of our mansion. I was standing on the front steps, my hand over my mouth. Before the police officers managed to load him into the back of a squad car, I heard Eli's voice call out to me.
"I love you, Avery. I love you so much."
And then he was gone.
But that was half a year ago. Tonight, we were going to be reunited. And this time I was never letting go.
3.
I crouched in the shadows next to the razor-wire fence, praying not to be noticed by any of the snipers positioned in towers at each corner of the prison yard.
"Come on," I whispered through my teeth. "Hurry up, Eli."
It was a moonless night, and I had changed into a dark T-shirt, jeans and running shoes. I heard a harsh creaking sound, followed by a grinding screech of metal on metal. The noise was coming from a small grate mounted to the brick wall, maybe fifteen or twenty feet off the ground.
I heard the noise again and cursed under my breath. He was being too loud. Much too loud. After one more noise the grate fell to the dirt with a thud. I flinched at the sound, looking around to see any movement from the guard towers. Nothing. Thank God.
When Eli's head stuck out of the opening where the grate had been, I smiled. That was my cue, so I got to work. I had brought a pair of wire-cutters to snip a hole in the fence. I positioned a piece of chainlink between the scissor blades of the wire-cutters and pushed the handles together. It was harder to cut than I expected, and I had to really push to clip through the heavy-gauge wire.
I looked up and saw a rope of some kind being lowered out of the empty space in the wall. Then Eli and another man were shimmying down. It was all happening too soon! I had only clipped the fence in a few places. Eli spotted me. He ran forward, his body crouched as low to the ground as he could get. The other inmate was following right on his heels.
From a guard tower near another part of the prison yard, a spotlight beamed down. The light panned across the grounds, steadily moving closer.
"Faster, Avery!" Eli said. "It's now or never."
"I'm trying!"
My hands were hurting as I fumbled with the cutters. The spotlight beam was moving closer. Eli grabbed the chainlink in frustration.
"Gimme that!"
He took the cutters and snipped furiously. By now the slit in the fence was wide enough for a small child to crawl through.
It was too late. The spotlight was nearly here. Eli had no choice but to push himself through the tiny opening. He handed the cutters to the other inmate. I glanced at the strange man but didn't get a good look at his face, I was so preoccupied with breaking my stepdad free.
Eli stuck his hands through the opening, then his head. He had to wiggle to get his broad shoulders through, stretching the wire and pushing the hole wider with his body. He grimaced as the sharp tips of the wire dug into his skin and tore gashes in his prisoner jumpsuit. The orange fabric was shredded as Eli willed himself through the tiny hole.
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Even in the shadows I could see that he was bleeding badly.
The spotlight passed overhead, briefly illuminating us. The other man was only halfway through the fence. Eli grabbed his wrists and yanked. The inmate roared with pain as the sharp wire tips cut into him. Eli pulled him through, and they both tumbled to the ground. After passing by, the spotlight suddenly darted back, blinding me. A siren wailed.
"Run!" Eli shouted.
He grabbed my hand and we sprinted across an open field, moving as quickly as we could toward a stand of trees a hundred yards away. The other inmate was faster and was soon a step ahead of us. I heard a rifle shot echo from one of the guard towers, followed by the sound of lead shot spattering the ground at our heels. They were shooting at us! We ran faster as the bullets landed closer and closer. Eli gasped and lurched forward. I screamed.
"Are you hit?"
"I'm fine! Keep moving!"
We reached the woods and slowed our pace only slightly as our eyes adjusted to the darkness. The forest was filled with brush and low limbs. We scurried through like mice in a maze, ducking branches and tearing through barbed vines that nearly caused me to trip and fall. Men were shouting, and dogs were barking in the distance.
We came to the narrow blacktop road where I had left our getaway car behind a pile of brush. Eli and the other man threw away the brush while I jumped behind the wheel. In the rearview mirror I saw the faint light of approaching headlights, far in the distance.