Page 25 of The Wrong Man

“That’s my girl. Good girl.”

Eli checked Matt, as if getting permission for something, and the director made a swirling motion with a finger above his camera. Eli nodded once, then plundered me.

Thrusting hard inside of me, Eli grunted as I dug my nails in his back, holding on. My insides hadn’t even stopped quivering from my last orgasm before I knew I’d have another. This time, Eli plunged deep and groaned while I came, heat stretching my insides fuller than I thought they could go. Eli was so large, I could sense him pulsating inside of me. Hot liquid seeped out where our bodies were connected.

He rubbed his face on mine, trying to capture my lips with his, panting, huffing his breaths onto my skin, moistening every place his air touched. All the while, he stroked his cock in and out of me before leaning over to my ear and whispering, “You okay? You hurt?” I shook my head as he sucked my mouth into his.

Our intimacy was broken when Matt yelled, “Cut! Great job. Real chemistry there. Nicely done.”

I had forgotten there were others in the room. Eli didn’t seem to want to move, resting on his elbows while staring into my eyes. Clutching his back with my fingers, I never wanted him to leave, feeling warm and cared for so tenderly in that moment of connection. Eventually, he pulled out very slowly. Matt began photographing his cock, which was still hard, then my pussy, and the bed, all of which were spotted with bright red blood. My face burned with embarrassment at the mess we’d created, especially when we had to get back into positions where Eli was inside of me to get close-up pictures of the aftermath. Now that we were no longer in the moment, I just wanted to leave with him.

We dressed in our robes. As soon as Eli grabbed me a bottle of water, he looked behind me. I turned to see Bruno coming up to chat with us. Before he could speak, Eli interrupted him. “Essa, check your bank.”

“What?”

“Get your phone and check to make sure he’s put the money in your accountnow.” Eli spoke with such authority, I scrambled to find my phone. The automated bank line said the money had been entirely deposited.

Shocked, I tried to steady my shaky voice. “It’s there. Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

“Good. Get dressed. We’re gone. And, Bruno?” Eli turned to face the squat man next to us.

“Yeah?”

“We’re now even. You don’t need anything more from either of us, right?”

One side of the man’s puffy face squinted into a grin. “You got it, Griff. I’ll let the boss know. But if you ever change your minds—”

“Nope. We’re done here.” Eli’s brusqueness made me feel more anxious, so I hurried to clean up and dress in the locker rooms. When I emerged, he was already waiting for me in the hall. “Let’s go.” He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to his car in the parking lot. I couldn’t tell what was making him so agitated, but I hoped he wasn’t disappointed in me or what had just happened between us.

As soon as we were inside, he clutched my hand, held it on the center console, and asked, “You okay? Really?”

“Yeah. Yes. It was wonderful. Unconventional, but I… Thank you, Eli. Thank you for making it special for me, despite everything.”

Watching some of the buildings pass us by, my body fully settling into the seat. Since the first day Eli said he would be my co-star, my joy had only grown. It was a feeling that had escaped me for so long. Now it seemed I could fully embrace it without a shadow of fear that something would go wrong—something I’d never experienced before.

“Eli, where are we going?”

He held our hands up and kissed mine. “To your place. Figured we could use a shower and some food. I just wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible. You don’t belong there.” Before I could ask where it was Ididbelong, he glanced over at me with his wide jaw set. “You belong with me.”

ChapterEight

ELI

In my teens and twenties, I was high or drunk pretty much constantly. Despite this, I had plenty of opportunities to fuck. My first time was with a high school buddy’s older sister, who was in college at the time. I never told my friend about it, but she taught me a lot that night.

My other experiences were usually one-night stands or drunken hook-ups. The only woman I slept with more than a few times was my best friend’s girlfriend. We were always high. After every time we fucked, I felt like shit, wracked out of my mind with guilt and regret.

The last seven years had been challenging, beating off in my bunk in front of a bunch of horny inmates. Yeah, I had been offered to get my dick sucked or to stick it in some asshole, but I never did.

My fuck meter was set pretty low, but I knew that sex with Essa was by far the most amazing sex of my life. And would be the best I would ever have. Watching her beautiful face flush with ecstasy while I was inside of her made me feel like I had a purpose. Like I could do something right. I couldn’t be all bad if I created that much pleasure within her.

Pulling into Essa’s driveway, I dashed across the car to open her door. She was probably sore and maybe even feeling used or overexposed, but I was itching to be inside her again. My dick was still hard and screaming at me to keep going for nine more rounds. It had been a lonely seven years.

As soon as she unlocked her front door, I snatched her waist and hoisted her up in a bridal carry to enter the house while she giggled and kicked her skinny legs playfully. Shoving the door closed with the heel of my foot, I took us into the bathroom and sat her on the sink. Turning on the water to the shower, I stuck my hand under the stream to test the temperature.

In between peeling off pieces of clothing, I would kiss her lightly. First on a shoulder, then her forehead, then her collarbone, her neck. Each plant of my lips would cause a new giggle that made my heart beat faster. Whenever I received a new letter from her in prison, everything inside me would go crazy. Being with her in person made me feel like I was going completely insane.

“Wanna shower?”

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