FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance

by Wyatt, Dani

  “Who the fuck are you talking to? It’s not me, is it?” Cameron wrapped his hands around the back of her neck, cementing his steely gaze on her round, blinking cocoa eyes.

  He knew she was stubborn, but things needed to change right fucking now. She had this way of playing off her own fear like a cornered possum, hissing and showing its teeth when you knew it had no intention of actually biting.

  “Yes, I’m talking to you, big shit. Don’t forget, I know you, Cameron, I’m not some two-buck ring girl swooning at your feet. You’re being a dick. Get your hands off me.” She wrenched her head from side to side, but Cameron’s grip was iron clad.

  That was it. There were no more words that were going to do any good, Cameron had known since last night what she needed and instead of bringing down the house after that little show at the house like he should have, he had let her sleep and now here they were.

  Sure, he asked what happened, but all she needed to do was give him the proper information to start with then shut the fuck up and listen to the new rules.

  Victoria mouthing off like a toddler denied their ice cream cone only told him what he knew already.

  “What are you doing?! Let me go!!”

  Her arms were flailing like a windmill in a hurricane as Cameron flipped her belly down over his legs.

  It took some quick finger work, but he managed to flip the button on her jeans open and luckily her zipper headed south on its own with all the hip action going on.

  Cameron had tamed a few shrews in his time, but this little girl was sure giving him a run for his money. He out-weighed her by three times, but she was like a wet cornered badger as he held her down with one hand and worked her jeans and white panties down with the other.

  Fuck me, Jesus man, hold it together.

  The view of her bare ass and the nasty talk coming out of her mouth had Cameron’s blood below the waist bubbling like a hot spring in some Himalayan frozen hilltop.

  Stay focused, fun later, work now. She fucking needs this man; then you can give her what you both need.

  “You’re getting your ass spanked, little girl. Get used to it, because it won’t be the last time.”

  “I’m going to scream!”

  “Scream away, ain’t nobody in this neighborhood gonna give a mouse turd about some chick screaming. Fuck, they barely call in a house burning down with a couple gangbangers emptying their mags at each other.”

  Victoria filled the room with her damn howler monkey screeching as Cameron settled the first hard blow on her stunning, creamy ass cheeks. It stung his hand, so he knew it hurt like hell, but after the first round, she quit struggling like someone drowning in the ocean during a hurricane.

  “OWWWWW!!! Stop it!!!” She was yelling the damn house down, but she lay there like her body knew it was exactly what she needed.

  Cameron drew back like a taut bowstring and slapped into the center of her ass three more times. Watching her body shake and quiver had his cock painfully pressing out into her hip as she steadied herself over his groin.

  No one had ever modeled a good or trusting relationship for either of them. But, Cameron had an inherent knowledge of what he knew she needed, and he was there to give it all to her.

  There weren’t too many girls that woke up and thought, ‘Hey, I’m going to lose my virginity to my stepbrother, then, he’s going to start spanking me and controlling my life like an overprotective father.’

  But, that was exactly what was happening, and from the way her screams were lowering into something closer to a begging squeal, once again Cameron was sure the path he cut through the woods for her ended just where she needed to be.

  Cameron couldn’t help but push up the hem of her shirt and rest his hand warm on that perfect curve where her back flowed into the swell of her ass. It was made for him, and he gave her two more sharp smacks just for good measure.

  “Ouch! God —” Her words were drawn out like melted butter, more pleading than pain and Cameron’s own body was having a hard enough time staying under wraps without her voice turning all seductive.

  The view of her over his knee for the first time burned into his memory. Her ivory skin turned deep scarlet with the perfect outline of his hand and fingers as her body shook.

  Cameron traced a slow, steady line from the top of her ass, lightly down the indent where her brilliant round cheeks came together. He aimed for that sure to be dewy heaven -- he could almost taste from where he sat.

  Her long slow breaths turned to short, halted gasps as he tickled his way lower, the skin on the back of her legs drew together into a tightened mixture of goose bumps and radiating heat.

  “No secrets.”

  He dipped one finger between the tight space where her ass became something beautifully wet and warm, and he felt his own body crunch like he had been hit with a long, low voltage shock.

  “Fuck.” Cameron blew out the word as he tried to steady his breath.

  Instead of drawing away, wrenching her body or giving him shit, her hips hitched up, her body curled around the tops of his thighs and angled upward and opened her hips.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “God — Yes, I can’t believe it —”

  “Believe it. ‘Cause you’re in it now, if you thought I was bad before, you’ve about to enter a whole different world babe.”

  Her tough exterior shrouded an insecure, soft heart and it was Cameron’s job to get her to understand he was her armor now. Her job would be to heal and become the person her father locked away for so many long, dark years.

  “You’re shaking —” Cameron watched her body shiver.

  “I can’t help it — I’ve —” He felt her breathe deep, her lungs filling as her body rose and fell across his legs. “— I didn’t know anything could feel like this. It’s like being scared to death and as happy as you’ve ever been before. It’s so intense, I can’t stop shaking.”

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet. Prepare yourself, because I’ve got a shit ton of pent up crazy waiting for you. If I had my way, I’d be buried inside you until you call the damn police. You’re mine now, so get ready for a lot of whatever this is —”

  “Ohhhh, God —”

  Cameron sunk his fingers into the river of juice that flowed out. His show of force clearly worked the magic intended. He glided up over her hard clit, gave it a little pinch, then came back around to swoop another round of her slick moisture on his fingers before sending his middle soldier inside to inspect her walls.

  Cameron toyed with each beautiful fold, learning how she gasped and mewed when he touched her hard, then soft, here then there; until he felt her gush, and her body quivered and her soft heat clamped down onto his fingers.

  He pumped harder, faster, following the clench of her soft insides and the moans that she sang. The warm paradise clenched as Cameron curved his fingers, finding that special spot and worked her like a pimp.

  When she lifted her ass and began to wiggle and fuck back onto his fingers, Cameron as deep as his fingers would go. Her flow dripping off his hand and onto his thigh.

  That’s a billion fucking dollar pussy man. And it’s attached to your priceless Mona Lisa. Jesus, don’t fuck this up. You’ve got her; now it’s your life’s job to keep her and make her happy. Just make sure your worthy of such a prize, man. There’s a whole new order of business now, and you need to be sure you keep your head straight and take care of her.

  “Cum babygirl, I want to feel you cum for Daddy— “

  Cameron felt his claim of ownership as he worked inside her. He rubbed her swollen nub with his thumb and driving two long fingers in and out of the soft warmth. Her body shook, her mews turned to screams into his lower leg, and Cameron felt her insides grip his fingers.

  His cock gave him a punch from below, his own flow of pre-cum already soaking a spot in his jockeys as he watched the most beautiful sight in the world.

  A red ass fit for a good hard fuck. Another day man, your weapon of ass des
truction will have its day, but its not today.

  The sound of his girl in the moment of her bliss and her sweet, hot pussy sending out Morris code on his fingers that surely said ‘Fuck me’ had his greedy cock rock hard and happy to oblige.

  Fuck 24 hours, it’s fucking close enough. No fucking way I’m waiting another fucking minute.

  30

  Victoria couldn’t help but think of their childhoods together. She remembered the way he looked at her as she held Emily’s hand the day they moved into the little brick bungalow on North Welmont just around the corner from the Ford Factory and Rodney’s Liquor Store before he put the bars on the windows.

  They were the children of two glory boys trying to turn their former days as Golden Gloves fighters into something that could pay the bills.

  There were some better years when Roger and Larry were clear eyed and focused. They trained winners. Young hopefuls filled Southside as they pounded on bags and danced in the square roped off training rings, hanging on every word of the men they thought would train them to hold that golden belt over their head one day.

  Time moved on and they expanded, hiring Muay Tai and Jui Jitsu trainers and Cameron rose to the top of each and every discipline like a rocket.

  Victoria had felt the glow of heat from the harsh slaps of his hand on her ass, now his fingers were buried inside, somehow knowing how to move to bring her to the brink of mindlessness and a bliss she didn’t know existed.

  “OH my god — “ Victoria pushed her lips into the hard muscled calf of his leg as her body shook and her eyes fluttered closed and she rode out each pulse and wave of the orgasm that wracked her body.

  Cameron worked his magic fingers inside her dripping softness until Victoria came to rest.

  “Jesus, God —” Victoria moaned, her voice somewhere between a painful and exasperated resignation.

  She let the wash of peace come over her like an unexpected warm breeze on a cool night.

  Cameron’s fingers dropped from inside of her and she felt a sense of loss, she needed a moment of rest, but another part of her wanted it to go on forever, to hold onto the intimate connection.

  From the outside, Cameron was all harsh edges. Sure, he was hard and rough and also the most tender and perceptive man she knew. He knew what she needed beyond any worldly reasoning except for his absolute will to bring her happiness.

  That spanking hurt, bad. Victoria couldn’t fathom just exactly how hard it was going to be, but Cameron did not hold back and the pounding, screaming pain seemed only to be growing hotter and deeper now that it was over.

  His fingers traced around what must be the welted, cherry pink outlines of his palm prints. Victoria winced, and her body tightened over his lap.

  She smelled his spicy cologne, the hint of her perfume intertwined with the scent of her lust. Her body was still on high alert, primed, and her thoughts darted in her head like a shrew.

  She wanted him right now, even as the last moment of her intense climax still lingered. Victoria wanted to feel him inside her, filling and owning her.

  Cameron’s arms locked around her waist, pulled her up and over, then back down onto the soft white crumpled sheets. His blue eyes were rimmed with a single black line, his brow tense, and the tendons in his neck standing out like tightened straps holding onto something heavy and wild.

  He crawled over her; Victoria moaned as his lips claimed hers, his teeth biting her lower lip, pulling it out, then sucking it inside his mouth.

  “Take me out.” Cameron pulled back from their kiss, staring down into her eyes as he reared up, stripped off his top layers and exposed the exquisitely carved torso of a dedicated and trained fighting machine.

  Victoria felt her belly flutter and dance as he came back down, his arms holding his body in a bridge covering her.

  Her fingers shook as she found her way to the waist of his jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper as she sank one hand between the layers of fabric and the smooth heat of his skin.

  “God damn —” Cameron moaned.

  Victoria shivered as her fingers wrapped around the length of the monster; thick and hard already, the tip dripping.

  “You’re gonna be the death of me. Fuck yes, that’s so good. My boy’s been waiting for you.”

  “I can tell. How do you walk around with this thing? God, it must get in the way.”

  “Just give it what it needs, stroke like I showed you, and soothe the savage beast.” Cameron’s lips curled into a half smile, and Victoria felt her body warm from the top of her head down into her toes.

  He was so beautiful, so perfect, every inch of him more spectacular than the last. Holding him in her hand like this, she felt the clutch of her need rising quickly, her body instinctively sending primal signals to her brain that she needed him inside her.

  She had watched him grow up, had seen his face on more days than not since she was six years old, and yet this man that looked down at her was someone completely new.

  The blue of his eyes was luminescent, glowing from his deep set brow. The nose that had taken a few too many hits, was still just the right amount of crooked while it stayed in perfect harmony with the bones of his cheeks and the cut of his jaw, covered in a day’s worth of shadow. His lips parted with his breath warm on her cheek.

  She could see and feel the restraint in every twitch of muscle, every halt of his breathing as Victoria tightened her fingers around the silk steel and pumped him, spreading the slick drops of moisture that seeped from the soft cleaved slit.

  “Are you ready for this? For me, like this, every fucking day? Because you’ve opened Pandora’s Box, and there’s no going back.”

  Cameron brought his face down and bound them in a kiss so deep, Victoria heard a moan come from the depths of his chest.

  Her lust washed over her, engulfing her in something shocking and almost painful. She worked his engorged cock with one hand, desperately tugging down on his pants with the other.

  She knew in every part of her that this could blow them both up. There was so little chance of success, but that all fell away as the energy charged between them like a thunderbolt hitting a lone tree on a vast empty plain.

  “Pants — off —” Victoria managed to moan into their kiss.

  In a flurry of arms and legs, they both managed to relieve their bodies of any last vestige of fabric.

  If someone held a gun to her head, told her to stop this right now, she would take the lead. She needed him, and no matter what happened tomorrow or next week, this moment existed on its own; separate and entire.

  He buried his face into her chest, sucking onto the soft round flesh, leaving bright red bite marks. Victoria watched his mouth work over her belly and her back arched preparing herself for his mouth’s onslaught. Like a demon claiming a soul, his mouth was on her sex and Victoria moaned loud enough to wake the dead.

  His tongue found home, lapping deep and long, plunging into her already soaking core until her hips jerked and she felt her body gush onto his laving tongue.

  “Oh God —”

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  She was fucking back onto Cameron’s face while he tasted that sweet flow. She ran onto his tongue in a river and he clamped down over her clit, trying to freeze that moment in time as he listened to her little coos and yelps.

  His hands tried to steady her crazy ass hips and let him finish off another round of screaming orgasms with his mouth before he brought the hammer down and fucked her sideways.

  He knew this time would be less gentle, fuck — that was a long foregone conclusion. Maybe someday, but he knew himself well enough that there was no holding back. He would try to take it as easy as he could, but there would be no sweet, quiet lovemaking here today.

  When her fingers locked onto the sides of his head, her legs opened and she moved like a patient getting electroshock, he knew she was ready. Another stream of her delicious juice covered his tongue as her body shivered, her toes curled, and Cameron drank
at her until she slowed and rested on his face.

  He knew she would be a freak once he got her going, and true to his prediction, she was quickly becoming a ravenous beast right along with him.

  “Fuck me — God, please, I need you —”

  “Over.”

  He flipped her onto her belly. Her body was like a doll as he positioned her hips high, her red ass only throwing gasoline on the fire as his cock dripped and foraged for her entrance.

  An ass like that deserved to be watched, and he fully intended to get an eye full as often as possible. She was by far the most incredible beauty he had ever known, and he was still in awe knowing he was going to get to bury himself inside her after all these years.

  “Hold on babe, this might hurt.”

  Cameron teased her clit for a few strokes, listening to the halt and gasp of her breath as the head of his cock rubbed all around her silky petals. He took a deep breath, watching the tip of his greedy dick shimmer with her wet juice as he slowly came into position and began to slip inside the sweet, slick warmth.

  “Fuck —” Cameron threw his head back as her body sucked him inside. Her walls closed as he pushed in, then pulled back out an inch at a time until his he was very close to losing his shit.

  He knew it had to hurt, but instead of wincing and pulling forward, she was rocking back into him, fucking him backward, her pussy on autopilot and working him from below.

  “You like that, babygirl? Huh?” She liked his fuck talk.

  “God, yes, please, just fuck me.”

  Cameron steadied his breath as he pressed forward, feeling her softness stretching, then pulled back, leaving just the tip inside her as her body clenched and begged for more.

  Her pussy was weeping all over, and Cameron knew she was ready for more. He held onto what control he had, he didn’t want to damage her, but he needed to fuck — like right damn now — and with a deep breath, he slammed home.

  Victoria let out a howl that resounded outside the windows and into the street. The train had left the fucking station.