And then I heard a ragged groan as Eli shot me full of his seed.
Unexpectedly, I felt a second orgasm coming on faster than the first. It rocked my body as Eli painted my pussy with his cum. He shot load upon load, emptying himself in me. When Eli was done, he let his cock linger for a moment before he collapsed on the rug beside me, a fulfilled sigh escaping his lips.
I was sweaty and tired and my pussy was delightfully sore. I smiled as I felt Eli's cum trickling down my pussy, spilling onto my thigh. I wondered if some of Eli's seed had found its purchase deep inside me. I hoped so. I would be happy to give Eli as many children as he wanted.
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Eli gently rolled me onto my side and spooned me, his arm thrown over my shoulder and cozily weighing me down. My body fit perfectly in his much larger one. Eli was propped on one elbow, and he ran his fingers through my hair. I murmured contentedly.
"So," Eli said. "About those secrets."
"Hmm?" I said, barely listening.
"You owe me an explanation," he said. "You did kill my wife, after all."
"Oh, that," I said, feeling less contented by the second. "Can't we savor the moment for a while longer? This was my first time, after all. It's a lot to process."
"No, Avery," he said. "We can't wait. Now spill it."
12.
I rolled over so I was facing Eli.
"I'll tell you everything you want to know," I said, "but you have to promise to fuck me again when I'm done. And then you're going to tell me your secret. And then you're going to find some clothes for me to wear. These curves are for your eyes only. Not that Henry wouldn't mind a peak."
Eli grinned.
"I'm sure Henry would enjoy the view very much," Eli said. "You've got a deal."
Eli grabbed a small blanket from the couch and threw it over my naked body, then lay back and waited for my story. I took a deep breath, not sure where to begin, not sure how Eli would react when he knew the truth about the horrible thing I had done.
I remembered the first time I had tried to confess to Eli, that evening at the Rutherford chateau. He was so angry he tried to choke me on his dong.
I thrilled at the memory of his stiff cock sliding down my throat, but he had already pushed me to my body's limits. I wasn't sure I could handle more severe punishment.
"I killed her three weeks before her house burned down," I said.
"Jesus," Eli muttered.
"Just listen," I said. "There's more to it than that. You need to hear the whole story."
I began to speak as if in a trance. The words had been pent up inside of me for so long, weighing me down, and now they spilled forth. It was a relief to get everything off my chest for the first time.
It had started with a barrage of odd text messages from my mother. I was at school. The texts were an unwelcome surprise, because Mama and I had not been in communication for months, ever since she left our mansion for the guest cottage on the edge of the Rutherford estate.
In the text messages, Mama told me I needed to come see her that evening. If I refused, then something terrible would happen. She was rattling off horrible insults about Eli and threatening to ruin him. I figured she was bluffing and I tried to ignore her, but the messages kept coming. Finally during my lunch period I broke down and replied. I told her I would come to her immediately after cheerleading practice.
By the time I pulled up to her cottage it was nearly dark outside. I remember feeling a chill as I approached her front door.
I found Mama lying in bed. She looked terrible. She sat up and glared at me, and I couldn't help but shudder and avert my eyes. Mama's face was terribly disfigured from so many cosmetic procedures gone wrong. She resembled a clown whose skin had begun to melt.
"Come here, Avery," Mama said. When I hesitated, she made an impatient noise. "Oh, for the love of God, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to look at you."
I took a few steps forward, stopping just out of reach.
"Look at you," Mama said. "So young, so pretty. Got your whole life ahead of you. Your birthday is coming up in a few months. Yes, I remembered. Then you'll be eighteen, and you'll be free to do whatever you want. You're just waiting for that day so you can be rid of me, aren't you?"
"That's not true, Mama."
"Nonsense," she snarled. "Well, you can have your birthday present early this year. I'm through with you."
Mama snatched a large pill bottle from her nightstand and tossed down its contents. She drank as many pills as she could and chewed the rest, the white medicine mixing with her drool and dribbling from her lips. When she was done, Mama dropped the bottle and sneered at me.
"I have the most trouble sleeping these days," she said. "So much on my mind. The normal stuff doesn't work, so my doctor prescribed something a little stronger."
"Mama, how many pills were in that bottle?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "Thirty, perhaps forty. Soon I'll drift off to sleep, an eternal sleep, and you'll never be troubled by your own mother again."
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Mama let her resentment spew for another couple of minutes, even after she had leaned back against her pillow, unable to hold up her head. "What you always wanted," she said, her voice going drowsy. "Ungrateful … "
Mama couldn't keep her eyes open.
"If you love me," Mama said, coming in and out of consciousness, "ambulance … pump my stomach … "
I realized what was happening. If I didn't call 9-1-1, then Mama was never going to wake up from her overdose. She had never wanted to die in the first place. It was a cry for help and a way to get petty revenge.
My phone was in my pocket. I could have reached for it, but I didn't. I stood beside her bed and watched her as her breathing became heavy and she began to snore. Then I slipped away from her house, drove to the mansion on the other side of the property, and enjoyed a nice, quiet meal with my stepfather.
If I remember correctly, Maurice served oysters Rockefeller and a side of french fries. To my relief, but not my surprise, the subject of my mother never came up.
13.
Eli held me tightly as I told him about Mama's death. Our naked bodies were entwined on the cabin floor of his jet, thousands of feet above the earth.
"That's a sad story," Eli said, "but it doesn't explain the house fire. It doesn't explain your mama's blood found in the kitchen, either."
"Let me finish, Eli," I said. "You haven't heard all of it."
"Then go on," he said.
"A week went by, and then two more. I was afraid to go back to Mama's, afraid of what I'd find in her bed. When Maurice asked if I had heard from her anytime recently, I panicked and spilled everything."
"You felt you could tell Maurice but not me?" Eli asked.
"Maurice warned me not to mention a word to you. He said that if you knew what I had done, you'd hate me for it, that you'd kick me out and never want to see me again. Maurice said he would handle the ‘indiscretion,' as he called it, and he told me to pretend like nothing had ever happened."
Eli was beginning to understand. "So Maurice disposed of the body, and he burned the house down for good measure," Eli said, piecing together the obvious. "That crafty son of a bitch."
"I'm sorry, Eli," I cried. "I'm so sorry. I thought I could trust Maurice. I never knew he was planning to steal the entire family fortune."
I felt Eli's body tense. He lifted his arm from my shoulder and let it fall to his side.
"Avery," he said. "You could have come forward at any time. The arrest, the trial. You let me go to prison, for Christ's sake."
"It's all my fault, I know that. I am so ashamed," I said. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing your love. That's the only reason I didn't tell you."
By now I was crying. Tears were running down my cheeks and dampening the floor.
"If you never want to see me again," I said between sobs, "I couldn't bear it. But I would understand."
Eli pulled me into his chest and I wailed, unable to control my emotions. He caressed my back as he held me close.
"There, there," he said. "You know I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Avery. There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less."