6. Already had

TRIGGER WARNING

CAMILLE

Nothing could've prepared me for this moment. My whole body tingled from even the slightest touch and now that he was all over me-- kissing my neck in a trail to my lips, my chest heaving as my heart pounded.

Finally he kissed the corners of my mouth. He grabbed and squeezed my butt cheeks. He was like a savage as he felt me up, grinding his erection on my thigh.

My hands weren't idle. I hugged his wide back-- my fingers in his soft hair, scratched his nape and pressed myself closer to merge into him.

"Here's your chance to run away before the cops come," he said in a ragged breath but he didn't quite mean that because his fingers found my opening and they stretched me in one thrust.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed from pain and the overwhelming pleasure as he pumped mercilessly.

Tears stung my eyes as I held his head tight to the side of my face, moaning, clenching hard from the foreign feeling of having something thicker than my own fingers inside me.

"Fuck! You're so fucking tight and so wet. They wouldn't have been able to stop at just one round."

"Your pussy has that grip. So eager for me. Milking my fingers like you've been waiting for my cock."

"You've been wanting my cock ever since you smoked that pipe, haven't you?"

He brushed his thumb across my lips as he finger-fucked me into a stupor. I gasped, moaned, panted hard and muttered gibberish curse words.

Waves of pleasure rocked my body and my heart worked double the clock to keep up with his thrusts.

I was struggling on my toes, his fingers remained relentless. He looked so handsome pressed against me. His eyes were on my lips and I swiped my tongue across them-- the urge to taste him was suddenly overwhelming and I longed for a kiss.

Every moan he commanded from me only reminded me of the situation.

A kiss in a place like this? Only sluts and cheap hoes get fucked in this-- "Oh!" I gasped from the sudden kiss.

His hand tangled in my hair, angling my head just right to kiss me. His tongue wasted no time filling my mouth, tasting, licking and savouring my taste.

I squirmed and pushed up on my toes repeating his actions with his mouth. So this was what a kiss felt like-- possessive, passionate and dominating.

I sighed when his fingers slipped out suddenly, whimpered from the loss of being empty when his hands were suddenly between us, working his pants open.

Doubt crept in my mind but he didn't deny me his kisses.

"You should've taken the easy way out. Run away when you had the chance," he tugged on my bottom lip and took a step back to take in my image.

I wondered what I looked like. I could barely catch my breath. His hands were moving strangely in front of him and I looked down. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Oh no, no, no.

There was no way that was going to fit a virgin. I'd rip down to my ass and die.

"Take a good look at it, Camille," he gripped himself and stroked to the base-- so thick and full. "Because it's going inside you. Every single inch."

His dark promise turned my legs to jelly. He whipped out a condom-- whom was he going to use that on? There was no way he knew this was going to happen so who did he plan to fuck tonight?

A girlfriend? Surely not a wife, there was no ring on his finger. But even the men at the bar barely wore their rings. I caught them taking it off a few times.

He caught my chin and pulled me for a kiss. The doubt and worry melting in his possessive mouth. He lifted one leg and something poked at my entrance-

"Relax... Let me in."

Should I confess now that I was a virgin? That I'd never taken a cock before and much worse, his size?

"Breathe, Camille," he murmured against my lips. He rolled my nipples to make me relax, sucked my neck to distract me. It worked because he suddenly slipped in a few inches and I screamed.

He widened my leg a little more, driving himself deeper. I felt like a cup overflowing under running water. I was incredibly and deliciously full.

He hooked an arm under my second leg and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my hands around his back to hang on, my back pressed against the wall and caged by him.

He groaned, making me hotter. "So fucking tight."

The tears rolled down but my body was split open from the pleasure-- mind numbing, so good.

He thrust into me, sweet and slow, getting me used to his size before he picked up the pace. His cock kissed every spot inside me, making me melt, moan, and thrash my head back.

His kisses assaulted my neck, his hands dug into my thigh where he held me steady and rammed into me like a mad man.

We went from zero to hundred in the passing of a second and noises of different kinds left me. I was on a high plane of pleasure and he never let me down, not for a second.

"Oh my fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed on a mantra. The minute I opened my eyes, I held Hector's gaze.

My body tensed from the sight. He laid unmoving on the floor, eyes locked on mine. He wasn't dead... Yet. He was certainly not going to survive. At least we put on a good shot to send him off to hell.

He wanted to fuck me so bad, well he could make do with watching someone else do the deed and making me cum.

I must be such a slut because him suddenly watching turned me on even more.

My pussy sucked his cock greedily, welcoming him even deeper. I wrapped an am around his neck, moaning at his relentless pounding and rough handling.

"That's it," he chuckled. "Keep bouncing on my cock. You like it, don't you?"

"Hector would kill to be in my position right now."

My eyes snapped open to stare at his face again, fresh tears rolling down his cheek.

One shocking and electrifying orgasm suddenly pushed out of me and I screamed, burning hotter and hotter for him.

"That's one out of many. You'll cum again as I fuck you for hours."

***

I took a cab home.

I was ashamed that my legs could barely carry me to the next street. I clearly looked like I've been thoroughly fucked. My hair was a mess, I bet I smelled like sex with hickeys on my neck and my lips swollen from all the kisses.

God! My first time was in an alley. I should feel ashamed but instead I was looking forward to doing it again.

He put me in a cab, paid and said nothing. What was I expecting? A 'good night' kiss or an exchange of phone numbers? Oh! He gave that strict glare that said "don't come back."

That was totally unfair and unnecessary because now all I wanted to do was come back and cum.

I climbed the stairs and got to my front door, jammed the keys in and walked in quickly. I shut the door and looked around the dim room. My father was seated by the window staring outside like he kept something there.

"I'm back," I announced but he said nothing, didn't even acknowledge my presence.

He acted like that sometimes. I wondered if he reflected on his life and thought "damn! I've been really foolish."

Losing mom was the biggest mistake he ever made but his life grew progressively worse from there.

Our lives, actually.

"Have you eaten yet?" I dropped my bag and almost groaned from the pain at my back.

Fuck! Sex was incredible but it came with its own pain.

"Shut up," he grumbled. "And why are you just getting back? It's almost fucking midnight." He asked calmly. Too calm.

"I ran into some issues," I wrapped my hair in a bun but paused when I remembered the hickeys so I let them drop to cover up the bite.

My pussy still remembered what he felt like, that after shock from the ride home was incredible and that orgasm was mind blowing.

"You bastard child," he scoffed and turned his head to me. "You smell like sex."

He caught me off guard and I paused for a moment. I saw the smirk spread on his lips. Shit! I just gave myself away.

"I'll heat up the food," I just wanted to run away to the kitchen and hide for a few minutes.

"What did I teach you, Cam?" I hated when he called me that. He was on his feet and walking closer.

Was he horny today? God! I couldn't afford to run tonight. I wondered if he was still waiting back there.

"You're not allowed to fuck riffraffs. Men would kill to have a taste of that body-"

"I don't want to talk about this-"

"Shut up and listen to me. You go around fucking these street boys and you'll be nothing but a cheap hoe." Ha poked my shoulder with a force that hurt.

"Dad, it's none of your business who I sleep with." Please just let this go and let me get some rest. "Can we not talk about this-"

Unfamiliar anger ripped through me. Up until now I had always kept my emotions on a leash around my father. I've never blamed him for how he acted towards me. I'd rather walk away and cool off if it got too upsetting and was spinning out of control.

Tonight however, I couldn't control the emotion in my voice.

He noticed it too because he suddenly flared up. "Just because you're fucking around with those boys doesn't make you old enough to speak to me that way!"

Here we go again. I'd just heat up the food and then he'll calm down.

"If it's none of my business then Max and the guys wouldn't come pounding at my door asking about you."

"What?" They ran here? Those fuckers! After leaving Hector to die. "What did they-"

"What did you do?" He grabbed my hand. "Did you fuck the boys? Fucked them over? You got into selling drugs?"

"What? No, let go-"

"Where is it? Where are you hiding the money?" His grip was harder tonight and fear pricked me. His eyes scanned me quickly before he tore the rest of my shirt. "I know you're hiding it in there."

"Dad, let me go!" He pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of me, caging my hand in one strong grip of his as he leaned over me.

Disgust rippled through me. No. No. Oh no.

"I knew something has been up with you for weeks now but last night when you stumbled in here smelling like cigar, I figured it out. You're making all that drug money and hiding it from me, aren't you? I'm your fucking father, Camille. I brought you into this world. If it weren't for my dick, you wouldn't be here. Now where is it!"

I squirmed, twisted and turned under him but tonight was different. He didn't ease up in his grip or relent in his search and as he tried to fill me up, tears welled up in my eyes.

"You look like you were fucked by a beast. Look at you," he brushed across my bosom and I turned my face away, biting my lip to hide my disgust.

"That's not how you do it. Too bad your mother's not here to teach you--"

I sobbed and cried out, "Dad, let me go, please. Please, don't do this. Just let me go."

"Bring out the damn money! We have debts on our neck! How can you be so selfish?" He screamed at me. "I should've flushed you down the toilet when I had the chance but no, I just had to fuck your mother that day and the little bitch made me cum inside her."

My mother was not a prostitute. He always made it sound like she seduced him. She didn't!

"That bitch knew what she was doing when she climbed to ride me-"

"She was your wife!" I screamed, bursting in frustration. "Not some hookup you picked from the side of the road. She loved you-"

A hard smack across my face shut me up and I froze for a moment, stunned by the slap... Or was it a punch? I couldn't tell. I tasted blood and my jaw hurt like a bitch.

"That's what you get for running your mouth-"

Our door burst open and heavy footsteps echoed and vibrated through the floor. Dad jumped away from me but he was grabbed and shoved hard to the floor.

The face of the man next to me holding my father's head to the ground was unfamiliar and harsh but it didn't make me react as quickly as it should've.

"Stay down!" He growled at my father who went limp in his hold. "I've got the man. You get the girl." He looked at me with confusion then glanced at my father.

I saw the horror in his eyes and shame filled me. Only then did I manage to sit up and pull the remaining pieces of my shirt over my chest to give myself some dignity.

"Wh-Who are you?" My father screamed, ignoring that we were surrounded by unknown gunmen dressed in all black. They filled the room like they had every right to be here.

While he was brought to his knees with a gun to his head, they didn't really pay much attention to me. There was no force on my end, just one guy stopping behind me holding his gun as a formality.

"Identify yourself. Am I owing you? There's no money in this house. She's hiding it!"

Stupid old man...

"What do you want?" I looked around the unmasked men. "If this is about my father-"

"This is about your father," one of them emphasised. "We're here to collect a debt that's long overdue."

"I-I don't remember owing you!" He denied while trembling on his knees. "Who are you?"

"You have more debts than you can count. What do you know?"

He was right about that.

"Where are you from? Are you from Shadows? I told them I'll pay off the interest this week. My daughter... She's hiding the money."

Their curious gaze snapped to me at once. I shook my head slowly, words failing me at this point.

"Your debt has been transferred," the one behind me said. "The new owner wants full payment tonight or else..."

"W-We can't make full payment tonight. It's too sudden. Please, give us a little more time," where would I even find the money? His debts accumulated to over a hundred thousand dollars.

These loan sharks didn't care. They kept giving out knowing fully well he wouldn't be able to pay back.

The plan was either to uproot his organs or that of his family's as well and no thanks, I liked my organs where they were; in my body and doing just fine.

"I'll pay up, I swear. Please give me a little more time."

I was scared shitless now. They could suddenly decide to kill him and take me as this prostitute but how much was I even worth?

"You can have her!"

I whipped my head to him so fast as my heart sank. He didn't even think twice about wanting to sell me out. "Dad-"

"Already had."

This voice echoed and hung in the air, heavy and thick. Everything around me faded away into an unsettling silence. A chill ran down my spine as my breath was caught in my throat.

That voice... I recognized that voice.