Too Big Taboo Bundle(17)

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.