FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance

by Wyatt, Dani

  He kissed her forehead, smoothed her hair behind her ears and breathed in a deep, long breath, smelling the hint of roses and peppermint in her hair. He drew her into his chest, the feeling as she yielded against him almost as good as the feeling of being inside her.

  Almost, don’t get crazy man.

  It was so tender, so intimate the way she let out a long, quiet breath as he hugged her tight.

  “I do love you. I can’t remember when I didn’t love you.” She whispered into his chest.

  Cameron couldn’t describe in words what he felt for her. So much more than a four letter word could sum up, it seemed so shallow trying to equate what he felt with a mere word.

  “I love you too. Come on, those pretty people be waiting.”

  Another ‘swack’ on her ass and he guided her out the door where hushed whispers and soft giggles greeted them.

  53

  After the gallery, Cameron wasn’t sure how he was going to see straight enough to drive her home.

  He checked in with Asher, given every fuck that mattered his new number since he was back in the damn land of the living.

  Asher told him Dad was resting comfortably and feeling better. So, he decided bedding his girl for the next few hours was far more important than sitting in a hospital watching an old man sleep.

  Besides, his cock was completely irrational, and it had no etiquette. Cameron wasn’t sure even if his dad was taking his last few breaths if he wouldn’t take the damn time to fuck her good and straight before rushing to his death bed.

  “I can’t believe it.” Her cheeks were glowing as Cameron guided the Camaro toward home.

  “You deserve all of it, babe. You’re a rock star, and it’s time more people take notice.”

  “I made more money today than —” She looked at him as he drove almost making him hit the damn curb she was so beautiful, confident and happy. “I don’t know, more than I make in six months at the gym.”

  “Well, that shit is going to change here real soon.”

  He had not wanted to throw shade on her kick ass earnings today, but he knew they needed to celebrate together every triumph. They were better and stronger together, and Cameron knew more than anyone she would be happy as hell about his news.

  “What do you mean?” Her voice turned soft, dark. “Did we lose the gym? Is, is Topher? Was that what happened? We had to give it —”

  She was getting herself into a snit, and Cameron shut that down fast.

  “NO. Shut up for a second. NO, everything is good. More than good. Topher’s shit is handled. I told you not to worry your sweet ass about that.”

  Cameron had no intention of telling her everything, certainly not that he had been about 30 seconds away from blowing the fuck’s brains all over the Guinness sign on the back wall of O’Leary’s. Or, that he let the barrel of that gun sit at his own temple for a good long moment.

  “I got a contract. UFC, first major fight is in two months in Vegas. And, Reggie is going to partner with Southside. Bring his business sense and training — and you — you can do what you want. Roger and Larry and signing ownership over to you, Asher, and me. I’m going to work out a deal with Reggie on my part. You want to work there, great. You want to take pictures and have my babies; I’m good with that too.” Cameron rubbed her knee, then gave her a squeeze and a crooked smile.

  “What?? I don’t even know where to start with that —” Cameron wasn’t sure if she had heard the last part about the babies.

  He didn’t really care; they pulled into the garage, and the only thing on his mind was getting her sweet ass inside and ravishing her until she was cross-eyed and unable to walk straight.

  The golden ring was almost within reach. Everything he had ever wanted was circling like some happy hurricane, and he stood in the middle letting all the emotions wrap around him.

  “But, how — and what about your fight? What happened after?”

  “What do you mean what happened? I knocked his fucking teeth out of his jaw. You know that. And, YOU, little girl, you were not supposed to be there.”

  “Oh right, like I wasn’t going to come and watch something that was so important for you. Jeez, Cameron, when you left me there at the restaurant with Asher, I honestly felt like I was going to die. I was desperate, I had to see you and since I had no idea where you were, it was the only way I had. You can’t control everything I do, you know. I do have a few thoughts of my own.”

  She doesn’t listen worth shit. I’ve got my damn hands full from here on out.

  “Come on, I know, I get it, I fucked that up. But we’ve got more important things to talk about inside. I feel a nice red ass coming on for you, punishment for not doing as you’re told. I may be a crazy fucker, but you need to learn to listen when I tell you to do something, when it’s important, you gotta fall in line, babygirl.”

  Cameron wrapped his arms around her waist after he ushered her out of the car, carrying her up the steps with his lips locked onto hers.

  “Do you ever give the crazy a rest? Honestly, if I wanted to I could have you arrested for domestic —”

  He didn’t let that last word escape her pink lips, he claimed her mouth with his as he slammed the door behind them.

  Cameron finally let her feet touch the floor as they pulled back for a breath.

  “Tell me more about the contract, about everything. I want to know —”

  “I’ll tell you all about it, babe. But, right now, I’ve got a heat-seeking missile in my pants, and you’re the damn heat. Now, I told you I was going to try to be more reasonable, so I’m giving you a choice. You want your ass spanked before, during, or after I fuck you sideways?”

  Cameron swatted her on the bottom as he leaned down, gave her that sexy crooked smile and traced a line up her neck with his tongue. He knew she wouldn’t be able to answer him; his hand was already working the tank top up over her belly.

  He needed to feel every part of her. Hands, mouth, and cock, were going to exploit every inch of her magnificent form until she realized just the depth of his devotion to her.

  “I don’t want my ass spanked.” She gave him a playful shove, and it only served to get his hackles higher.

  “That wasn’t one of the choices, little girl. So, once again, you don't listen worth shit, so ball is back in my court.”

  Sure, there was that thing about being more reasonable. He gave it a shot, didn’t feel right, at least not at this particular moment.

  “Oh yeah? Bring it, big man.” She teased, but she didn’t know exactly how crazy this motherfucker could get, especially since he had been denied for over a week.

  He’d saved up some crazy, and she was about to find out just how balled up he could get.

  Cameron worked her tank top over her head. In a flash, his hands worked the clasp of her bra like a magician, his mouth dropped to suck hard on the magnificent soft flesh that he freed from its confines.

  He was a warrior, and she was his damn warpath, showing her how he turned rage into blinding passion.

  He heard her suck in a breath through her teeth when he sunk his teeth onto her nipple, and her hands found the sides of his head as he worked from one side to the other.

  Cameron’s cock went from zero to 60 in two seconds as his mouth worked the pink circles, toying with the hardening peak with his tongue while she panted and whimpered above him.

  Her body began arching into him as he peppered her belly with kisses working lower, where he knew heaven waited.

  The bed seemed miles away. There was no way he could wait that long, so he was thankful for the soft rug in the living room because they were about to spend some good quality humping time right there.

  With his mouth still working the softness just above her panty line, then back up to suckle hard on her beautiful, crazy tits, Cameron worked one hand down to his belt. He had to release the beast before it broke in fucking half trying to fight its way out of his pants.

  In a few seconds, he had the cra
zy boy in hand, stroking the already dripping tip down onto the granite shaft, trying to buy some time and tame the psychotic monster that was making crazy demands from down south.

  He listened as his babygirl began getting her freak noises on. Cameron marked her in several places as she yelped and clutched onto his head.

  “Babygirl missed that shit, didn’t she?”

  Cameron stood up, his hands working his pants down and off, shoes kicked, tumbling across the cream colored rug into the wall as he tore the white cotton of her skirt down and removed any other fabric that prevented his full access to the dream.

  Her hands moved over his broad, flat chest. His fingers followed the dark ink over his shoulders, tracing lightly over his skin until Cameron felt his mind spin and his cock jerk two inches higher than it ever had before.

  “I missed you.” She whispered and Cameron thought he might cum right then.

  Her fawn colored eyes looked up into his face as her hands worked over his torso, down around his back until he couldn’t stand it.

  “Fuck, Vic —” He kissed her, tongue deep; fighting with hers as they danced naked, hot flesh against hot flesh, and Cameron felt like he was home.

  She ground her pussy against his thigh, and he lost all sense of order and civilized pretense.

  He backed her against the wall, dropped to his knees and had one leg bent up and over his shoulder in an instant. He heard her head knock against the plaster wall, but he was on a mission to feast, and she best realize this shit wasn’t going to be all pillows and soft fucking kisses.

  “Cam —”

  “Hey, I wanted to bring you home and give you a long, slow, easy fuck, but you told me to bring it, so I hope your little kitty cat can handle it, cause this shit’s about to go down.”

  He gave her a quick grin before lodging his mouth over her cunt, biting, licking, and sucking in one ravishing motion until he heard her moan and purr and her thighs began to shake against his cheeks.

  Fuck yes, that flavor, Jesus, I’m fucking losing my damn mind. Drown me baby.

  He danced his tongue over the swollen naked lips, then laying a soft bite on one side, then the other. With each little yelp, he sunk a finger inside her while his other hand steadied her against the wall.

  Cameron drew in her amazing sex scent with crazed breaths, her sweet flow already running down his hand, and he lapped at her like a starving beast.

  She worked her hips against his face until her body bucked, and Cameron was ready to hammer nails with his cock.

  It was going to take some crazy effort to not slam into her and cum in one damn stroke. He wanted to take his time, re-discover her every fold and crevice until she didn’t know her name.

  She was mewing and gasping; her fingers dug into the sides of his head steadying herself as he ate her until her folds began to swell and turn into the color of a ruby.

  Her body arched, and he dug his fingers deep into her core while nibbling and sucking down hard on the sweet swollen clit that beckoned him with a scent that drove him to the verge of crazy.

  The softness of her inner thigh felt like a dream against the sides of his face. His ever present, dark, day old shadow rasping back and forth making her skin raw and pink.

  He ratcheted down on her clit with his lips, drawing it between them while his tongue flicked and pressed until he felt her body seize and her inner thighs spasmed against his cheek.

  His fingers worked inside her; plunging hard, in and out from tip to knuckles until her inner muscles began to fire and he gave her every part of him in that moment, drinking from her and edging her toward the precipice with all the magic his mouth and fingers could muster.

  He let her river of juice drench his face as he swallowed deep and reveled in the taste.

  Her body shook like an earthquake as her mouth opened — no sound came out for a long moment until she screamed. A tear ran down one cheek as Cameron held her steady and hard against the wall with his hand and his face until he felt her quiet under his tongue.

  “Oh dear God —” Her face flushed a deep rose, and those eyes stared down like Cameron had just given her something for which she had waited her whole life.

  “It ain’t over yet, so hold on to yourself babygirl, I need to see that red ass.”

  “Wait —”

  Wait? Fuck no, there is no ‘wait’ left in me.

  He had her over his knee on the couch before she could get out the next words of protest. She had told him to bring it, right? So, there ‘it’ was.

  SMACK!

  The first swat marked her ivory swell with a perfect outline of Cameron’s hand. She winced and screamed, but her arms wrapped down around his lower legs as she held on for more.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “You’re going to learn to listen —”

  His voice was calm, smooth, there was never anger, just a need for her to realize in his world, he took care of shit. And, sometimes, that meant not asking any damn questions and falling in line.

  He smacked her ass with some open palm stingers until she began to raise up and meet his hand, her mouth started kissing his leg, and Cameron felt his balls tighten against his body. She loved every damn minute; it served a dual purpose, and his little freak knew what was good for her.

  His girl was new to all this pain and freak sex, and before today, he had kept himself in check.

  He had given her about 50% power so far, (Okay, maybe 75%) but the way she cocked her ass into his slapping hand, today, all fucking bets were off and she was about to get him full force.

  After he finished making her ass cherry red, he flipped her over and ravished her mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance as his hands worked every inch of her soft curves and plush swells.

  He wanted her to taste herself and as soon as he darted inside her lips, she took over, sucking his tongue, still ripe with her juices, discovering her flavor.

  That made him hotter that fuck, knowing they were both tasting her, and he reached down to stroke his full length while his other hand guided one leg up onto his shoulder.

  He had never taken her like this; he knew he was about to go deep and he sure as shit hoped she was ready to be fucked like it was the last damn moment of their lives.

  Cameron let go of his rod stiff dick, only to grab her other leg and mount it on his other shoulder giving him a pristine view of her soaking cherry slit and the dark bud that was covered in the overflow from her wet as hell pussy.

  He couldn’t help but reach down and rub some of her sweet juice onto her ass. Teasing and exploring while he kept his eyes pinned to her face, watching every blink of her eye, every time she took a breath and a gasp.

  Cameron had her damn near folded in half, but his girl didn’t seem to notice, her eyes rolled back in her head as he danced the tip of his finger around her ass and pressed inside, giving her a moment to adjust before he began to slowly pulse in and out.

  “Who owns this ass?” He leaned down and took her mouth again, finger fucking her slow and easy into that tight ring of muscle while he bedded his thumb in her slick canal. Her body shuddered, and she came with a screech into his mouth.

  When she could speak, she gave him a soft breathy answer.

  “Daddy does.”

  By now, Cameron couldn’t even see straight, he dropped his fingers and guided the tip of his cock home. Every fiber of his being focused on the heated wetness that began to gather around his greedy cock.

  “You ready? Tell me what you need —” Cameron growled as he steadied his hips, the animal in him barely held under the surface as her face looked up from between her legs.

  The muscles in his chest shook and twitched, the dark ink of every tattoo seeming to move and take on a life of its own as he held back his lust crazed power.

  “I need you. I need you so much — now, please, please —”

  He didn’t need any more, he sunk down into her like a lightning bolt, her mouth opened wide as she felt the full force of eve
ry inch in one mind-bending thrust. His dick entered uncharted pussy territory, and his mind blew the fuck up as her heat engulfed him.

  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, give me the strength to not tear her in two. God damn it, this shit is fucking amazing.

  It didn’t take a second before Cameron began to piston in and out, her body taking everything he had as he held her thighs against his chest and spread her even farther, giving his cock head a definitive bump against her cervix.

  Cameron’s teeth clenched down until the sound of their grinding filled his head.

  Her nails dug into his sides as she tried to pull him farther inside. Cameron fucked down into her so hard; he was sure he was going to come straight through and into the damn couch cushion, but even her little fuck-hurt noises urged him on.

  “God baby, you feel so fucking good, I’ll never be away from you again. Never.”

  He kissed her as he pumped, rubbing hard against her open slit, urging her to another whimpering orgasm that nearly sent him over the edge.

  But, he wasn’t done, he slowed the runaway train a bit and waited. As she calmed, he dropped out of her silk wetness and sunk his face back between her legs, his tongue going as deep as he could reach. She flowed into his mouth like a never ending stream and he drank until she cooed and whimpered like a desperate prisoner.

  He had never heard those noises come out of her before, and he had the urge to violate her in every hole all at the same time.

  “Come here.” He pulled at her arm as he took a seat on the soft cushions, guiding her body down and mounting her on his cock.

  He needed to see her, watch her face, the movement of her fantastic tits, the sway of her hips as she took him inside her.

  “Fuck me like I showed you, babe.”

  Cameron pressed her hips down, his greedy cock happy to be in the sweet, wet heaven again.

  She didn’t hold back, her hips took charge like she was leading the damn brigade. Her tits bounced, and Cameron knew he wouldn’t last like this.