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Run, Camille, Run
Run, Camille, Run
Author: Evie

Wild Thoughts

Author: Evie
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-07 10:29:31

'And for your heart, I place the highest bid. Gimme an offer, I just can't resist.'-- BNXN

CAMILLE

My back was slammed against the hard wall but his hot mouth slanting over my mouth complimented and eased the pain. I moaned as I dragged my fingers in his soft black hair, massaging his scalp and pushing up against him like I could disappear into his skin.

God! I could kiss him for days.

His tongue danced across mine and I gasped when he palmed my butt and squeezed. Heat rushed through me. Never have I ever felt this way. I've never been touched so good-- or at all. I should feel ashamed having my first time in an alley but for him, I didn't care.

He kissed me hard like I was his possession, his toy, his pet, his fucking object. For the first time in my life, I felt desired, wanted and needed.

His hard cock pressed against my lower stomach. Butterflies made my belly ache as well as made my heart flutter.

Thump-thump.

My heart pounded in my chest.

This was really happening. Oh God!

He kissed my breath away and I struggled to breathe, fighting to come up for air.

"Don’t push me away," he murmured against my lips, cupping my face to stare hard into my eyes. "So beautiful, so mine."

My belly did a flip-flop and my knees buckled.

His. I was his.

"Breathe, Camille."

Oh fuck! I was all over the place.

"I'm not done with you," I shivered from the dark promise in his voice. "Not yet," he smirked.

The press of his thick cock was hot against my belly. A sweet delicious tingle ran through me and I bit my tongue to stop the plea from leaving my lips.

His hand snuck behind my head, packing a fistful of my hair and gripping it tight.

"Mmm," I moaned at the tight feeling, keeping my teary gaze on his face as the pain shot from my head. He complimented me with a kiss-- one, two, three chaste kisses to set my body brimming for him again.

"You want this, don't you?"

I twisted and turned in his tight grip, shutting my thighs but he thrust one thick leg between mine and forced them open.

"You keep them open for me when I'm with you," I shivered from his cold voice, thrusting my boobs forward. I've never been prouder of my big boobs until this very moment because he glanced at them and his eyes lingered.

"Heh," he chuckled, smirked and moved his hand down my slender back and waist. Everywhere he touched left behind a burning sensation that heated up my whole body. "You're a naughty little thing. You walk around all day acting all innocent when we both know you just want to be tied down and thoroughly fucked."

Yes.

I mean-- no, no, I've never thought of that.

My body melted from his touch and I was thankful for the wall behind me. I could've crumbled . He lifted my hands above my head and pinned them there, rendering me helpless in his hold.

I was between a man and a wall. This wasn't the kind of thing that 'good girls' liked. I shouldn't like this. Yet my clit was pulsing, my inner walls clenching in anticipation.

I rode his thigh, slowly, trying to soothe the ache between my legs.

He offered a good fuck. A thorough fuck. I wanted that and more. He was wild and untamed, I was in for the ride.

Pinned and helpless, all I could do was wiggle around to help myself.

His hair casted a dark shadow over his face, making him appear more sinister and the dim lighting in the background didn't help. Could anyone see us?

He was a big man and I was a pretty small lady. No one would notice anything so fast.

He trailed his hand down my cheek, going lower and finally under my gown where I needed him most.

"Oh God!" I sucked in a harsh breath when he slipped a digit between my slick folds, breaching me forcefully.

The pain slammed into me so fast but he pumped in and out slowly, leaving me gasping for air like it was my last lifeline.

"Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me."

No, I couldn't… it was too much… I've never… I've never felt this way before.

This wild feeling was consuming and it burned in my lower stomach and spread out to my chest. I felt so full from just one. He was wild, aggressive, keeping a steady rhythm as he finger-fucked me with no morals in this dark alley.

"Look at me!" his voice was rough and deep, I snapped my eyes open. His hardened handsome face was right above me.

My ragged breathing blocked everything out; the noise of the cars outside, the chatter of people trying to get home before dark. Nothing else mattered besides this moment right here.

My jaw hung loose as I moaned different notes while I shamelessly looked in his eyes that didn't waver from me. His attention was sexy and I saw my reflection in his orbs through that heavy mask of lust.

His hand collared my neck, and I grabbed his shoulders. "Your pussy's so wet it's dripping down my fingers," he pumped me faster and deeper, stealing my breath.

He added another finger and I gasped, feeling so full and tight. My stomach clenched and thank fuck for his hold on me.

"You'll cum with my fingers first then I'll fuck you hard against these walls," he mummed almost kissing me.

"You like that? You're clenching so hard like you'll snap my fingers off."

My breathing hitched.

"Yes," I nodded desperately, eyeing his lips and trying to kiss them again but his hold on my neck kept me away from him.

He stroked me just enough to bring me close to the edge but pulled back when I wanted to get off.

"Please, please," I begged in an unrecognisable voice. Did I always sound like a desperate chica?

I didn't care at this point. I just wanted to release all that buildup inside. My first orgasm was going to be in the streets like my father had always said.

"You're a whore, Camille. I know you fuck around with those bad boys every night before you return home!" he'd yell often times.

How hard would he laugh if he knew he was right?

He squeezed my neck tighter, "Keep your eyes here." his movements slowed and he slipped out of me.

"No!" I tried to grab his hand to keep them between my legs where they belonged but one hard glare and my hands fell to my side.

He stepped away from me to watch me pant desperately for his touch. "Lift your gown and show me what's mine."

At the command in his voice, I slowly lifted my gown, ignoring the honks of the cars just outside and the sounds of footsteps. I'd be termed a whore if anyone saw me. News would surely reach my father, this was just a street away from our neighbourhood.

My underwear was shifted so it barely covered my ass.

"Take it off."

I quickly stepped out of it and made no attempt to pick it up.

He chuckled again and I flushed deeper. "Turn around and bend over. I don't fuck bitches from the front."

That stung so bad but I was no different than a woman he could pick up and fuck in the back of a truck.

I did as I was told, keeping my palms flat on the wall as I presented my ass with enough arch to make him interested. Did he like the view? Luckily for me, my ass was rounder than must and I had flesh in all the right places.

I screamed when his palm connected hard on my bum and my body vibrated.

He spanked me.

Tears polled in my eyes as my bum burned from his abuse. He did it again and again till I was crying and shuddering in my tears.

"You will not walk this path this late at night!"

"You will not parade yourself like anyone can grab you!" another hard spank.

"You will not act like you're not taken and look at these men with interest."

"You're mine. Say it!"

I clenched my fingers on the wall, pushing hard against his bulge in my ass. I bit my lips, telling myself I wouldn’t cry and give in but when he spanked me again, I said the words all jumbled up, it almost didn't make sense.

The stinging swat was making me hotter and it changed to something else because my need for his cock had doubled.

Just having him press so hard against me and feeling the hard outline was fucking up my mind.

"I'm yours. I won't come here again. I won't walk this path again. I won't… I won't see you again." I sobbed harder because it was true.

The only reason I took the dangerous route to my house was because of him. I had become obsessed with catching just a glimpse of him every night when I returned from work. He would lean against the wall, smoking and minding his business while I admired his pecs and fine toned body in his suit.

Every night I walked this path, wishing he'd spare me a glance, a smile, a sneer, anything at all. I barely got a glance of him, barely knew what his face looked like. It was frustrating that my imagination was the only place I could ever get close to him.

Like I was doing now. Imagining he would fuck me in this alley without a care in this world.

***

He's here again tonight.

I can stop fantasising about him now and fill my eyes before I cook up the next imagination. Who would have thought I'd want to be spanked and fucked in an alley on the fucking street where people was right outside.

There was even a trashcan somewhere around because the air smelled of spoilt food and rotten things.

He's not alone tonight. Old Willy's next to him. I heard he worked for some pretty bad people, collecting and giving out loans.

My eyes sized him up. He looked like a giant next to Old Willy. His biceps stretched that suit and his height-- fuck me! He looked like a delicious big boy and I bet he could lift me up in one swift movement like I weighed nothing and take me against the wall.

My cheeks stained from my perverted thoughts. I wasn't always like this. I used to be a good girl, minding my own business and going about my part-time jobs to keep my hands busy and the funds coming in, but just one night when I came across him and my thoughts were no longer my own.

As I got closer to where I'd burst out into the neighbourhood and head home, I lowered my head trying to be invisible and go by unnoticed.

"I'm telling you, they need money around here," Old Willy said. "They wouldn't see money and look the other way, trust me. We can even set the interest two times higher."

They were right about him. Loan sharks were the worst and I loathed every single one of them. They number of lives they've ruined couldn't even fit in hell's list of condemned souls-

"Right."

I gasped at the deep voice that boomed right next to me and I glanced at him. My eyes collided with a pair of dark ones and I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Cold and stern, he stared, almost drilling a hole in my face.

His eyes were cold as he held my gaze and time paused as I stared. Irritation crossed his face and my heart sank as I quickly looked away.

What was that all about? I felt insecure and small next to him-- not in a good way. I was beautiful and men often looked twice. I've never cared about that but right now, my ego was punched.

"Don't be walking here so late," Old Willy interrupted. "It's getting dark and you know how these roads are. On your way now, get going. Use the main road next time."

"Yes," I whispered and hastened away, feeling a heavy stare on my back and I hoped to God it was him.

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