Page 26 of The Wrong Man


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As the steam rolled through the room, she nodded before we both stepped under the water. Running my fingers through her fine hair, I scrunched her scalp as I lathered it with her shampoo. Green apple scent filled the air. Taking my time, I gently rubbed her skin with my palms, massaging every place I touched. The showerhead had a detachable handle that I used to rinse her after washing myself.

We almost didn’t fit in the tiny shower together; I was too big. I turned her body around so that her back was against my chest. Walking my fingers down her stomach, I placed my head into her neck as she arched into me. I parted her pussy lips gently, placing one finger at the apex.

“You sore?” I asked softly into her ear, leaning over her.

She shook her head. I dipped my hips so I could put my hard cock just at her entrance. Grabbing the showerhead, I used it like a vibrator. Hot, pulsating water hit her clit while my cock slowly eased its way inside her. Her body shuddered in my arms as I entered.

“Good, ’cause I need to be inside you again, baby.”

Almost before I was fully seated, she humped my shaft. Her moans echoed off the fiberglass walls. Swiveling her hips, she engulfed more of me. I reached around her chest and gripped her neck with my free arm, clutching it, but not squeezing.

“I’m gonna… This is… You feel so good!” she panted.

Pressing my lips against the side of her head, I said, “Hmm, baby girl. Go ahead and come for me. You have been such a good girl today. Taking this big cock and sucking me off so well. Look at you, wanting your daddy’s dick all the way inside you. Take it, baby. It’s yours.”

As she came, I decided to use her hole for my own pleasure. Slapping her butt with my hips and lifting one of her legs up so I could get in deeper, I thrusted in recklessly, dropping the showerhead. It sprayed me in the face. Burrowing my head into Essa’s neck, I could protect myself from the stream.

In no time, I felt a familiar tingle in my balls and knew I was going to come. “Ugh, you’re daddy’s little fuck pet now, aren’t you? I’m gonna train you to take it in all your little holes like a good slut.”

Smacking her ass with my palm, I pulled her hips back into me, spurting cum near her womb. “Fuck!” Continuing to drain myself inside her, I bit her neck, then backed up to see a bruise forming. “Sorry. Fuck, I just lose myself with you.”

She turned slightly and kissed me on the lips, then turned off the water, my dick slipping out of her. Pressing her face into my chest, she murmured, “I liked it…” Then, staring down at my cock, her eyebrows raised as she gasped, “Oh! You’re like still semi-hard.”

“Sunshine, I’ve been celibate for seven years. Believe me, I want it to go down, but it may take a few tries.”

She laughed. “That’s great for me!”

With a smirk, I placed my arms on either side of her head, backing her into the tile wall, while my lips hugged hers.

“Tut I an hungwy,” she tried to say, but I held her bottom lip between my teeth.

“Me, too.” We dried off, and she went upstairs to get dressed. I pulled on my T-shirt and jeans again, sans underwear.

When she walked down the stairs, my eyes grazed over her tall boots, then up her tight legs, to find her tiny figure fitted in a pink sweater dress with a little ruffle at the short hem that made me want to take her up to the bedroom. Instead, I said, “I want to take you out to eat. I haven’t gotten to, and I said I would.”

Placing a tiny pout on her rosebud lips, she said, “I just got a bunch of money. Are you sure you don’t want me to treatyou?”

Snatching her delicate hand from her side, I tugged her toward the door. “Essa, let me take you on a date. A real date. I want to pay for my girl, take care of you.”

Her cheeks flushed bright pink, and I stroked one with a finger before leading her to the car.

We went to a nice Italian restaurant I remembered from several years ago. It was still in business. I’d never really gone on a date and pride beamed from me as I escorted Essa inside with my hand on her back. When the hostess asked where we would like to sit, I requested a private booth away from everyone. After showing us to our spot, I sat on the same side as Essa so I could put my arm around her and keep her close to me. After ordering our food and drinks, I kissed her forehead gently. My body hummed with energy being so close to hers.

“How are your classes going?” I asked her.

“They’re good. Now that I can pay off my debts, I feel like I’ll be able to focus better.” She giggled as I nipped at her ear with my teeth. “But not if you keep doing stuff like that.” Pushing her shoulder into my chest, she asked, “How is work? The new position?”

“Much better than screwing up cars. Adon seems to like our arrangement, too. We’re finding our rhythm, but I think I’m actually good at something for once.”

Her forehead crinkled. “That’s great, Eli, but you’re good at a lot of things.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“Like always knowing just what to say to make me feel better. Your letters were something I needed when times got hard. Like giving me wise advice and taking good care of me… Like fucking.” A loud chuckle escaped my throat.

Our food arrived, and we dug in, starving from the long day.

As she twisted her fork to fill it with spaghetti, her big blue eyes scanned my arms and up to my neck until she met my face. Her sultry gaze made me adjust myself in my pants. If she didn’t stop, I wouldn’t be able to. I briefly wondered if there was a bathroom I could sneak her into. “You have so many tattoos,” she said. I nodded at her while chewing my food. “What does that triangle one mean? The one on your cheek?” With her tiny finger, she pointed just beneath my eye.

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