FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance

by Wyatt, Dani

  SMACK!

  “Owww!” Her ass quivered as he brought down his palm on her left cheek, the perfect crimson outline already beginning to rise on her alabaster skin.

  SMACK!

  A matching pair, one on each side should do the trick. I wish I had a camera because I want to remember this moment for the rest of my fucking life. It’s a damn Kodak moment. Jesus, dude, hold it together --

  “Answer the question, babygirl. WHO. AM. I?”

  “Daddy! You’re Daddy —”

  His cock jerked another inch taller as she moaned out the words like she was rocking another savage climax just from saying it.

  “Good girl. Now, don’t fucking rush me. I’ve got plans for all of you. Mouth to feet little girl, you’re all mine. Don’t you like how I treat you? Don’t I always make sure you get what you need?” He spoke slow, smooth, and reverent as he worshiped the sight of her submission.

  She nodded, her hair hanging in a waterfall over her face.

  “Damn right. And, I always will. Now, tell me — tell me you want my cock.”

  Cameron worked his way behind her. His boy was already leaking like a faulty faucet as he looked down to see the swell of her ass covered with two perfect hand prints. The ripe glistening blush of her pink slit was open and dripping down the insides of her thighs.

  “Yes, I want it, please — I’m dying. Cameron —” Her hips lurched backward, trying to find him and draw him closer.

  “Take it baby, I’m right here, fuck back into me like I showed you.”

  He didn’t have to tell her twice,

  Victoria took her orders like a seasoned soldier, sliding her hips back until the heat from her naked lower lips struck gold and Cameron felt her body begin to suck him inside.

  She rocked on her knees, taking his bulging head in one motion, her juices gleaming on his shaft as she pulled forward and engulfed another few inches in one shot.

  “Fuck yes babygirl, just like that —”

  Her body turned into a magic fuck machine, her hips rolling up and back, side to side, then drawing him in from root to tip until he felt his seed rise up.

  Cameron lost his mind, fingers digging into soft flesh, tendon’s rising, ass muscles flexing. He fucked right back into her like a rodeo star, burying himself so deep she must feel it in her belly. He didn’t mean to lose himself right then, but she felt too good, hot and slick, and then there were her noises.

  Jesus, her noises were enough to set him off on their own.

  “Mmmmm—” She moaned and her walls clasped onto him like a lock nut, and Cameron knew he was done.

  She was cooing and ready to go off again but Cameron didn’t have time to think a rational thought. He pulled out of her greedy, soaking pussy before she could cum — but the way she pulsed and purred on his dick pushed him past the point of no return.

  “Fuck babygirl — I’m cuming…”

  He pulled out just as the first spray of cum hit. He held his slick length, aimed at the crack in that magnificent ass. She was making pathetic whimpering noises and he knew he left her in need, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

  After he covered her ass with cum, he rubbed his cock head around and began to swirl his slick seed into her dark bud with the tip of his barely softened cock.

  No lube needed, she was primed and ready.

  “You need to cum don’t you?” he whispered down into her ear.

  “Yes! You’re killing me, please, I’m so close — why do you keep stopping?”

  “Beg,” he ordered.

  He teased her with the head of his cock, round and round he slid in the slick white cream that covered her tight hole.

  “Please, please, yes. I’m begging Daddy. Please, take care of me.” Her voice cracked and whimpered, she was exactly where he needed her.

  “You’re going to take my cock in your ass and I promise to let you cum like a good girl.”

  Cameron felt the first yielding of her virgin back side as he guided the tip of his cock forward, spreading her just a hint before he stopped, held himself steady and took a long, deep inhale. His cum was easing the way, but he heard the way she gulped the air and her torso rose up a few inches.

  Steady boy, breathe, you gotta keep your shit together, or you’re going to hurt her bad.

  She was ready, her body curved up and down as Cameron fed her ass the first inch, then held on, letting her body adjust as his head spun like an Indy car hitting an oil slick.

  Oh my Jesus God, she’s feels like some miracle. Her ass is perfect inside and out.

  The sight of his cock inching inside her had Cameron back to full bore and hard as nails. No recovery period necessary around her, she was his heroin, and he needed more.

  A little more, an inch back, slow and steady, then he gave her more pressure, she moaned and he buried another few inches inside. Her tight ring was like a vise around Cameron’s iron hard shaft, and he knew even with one round already shot off, he wasn’t going to last long like this.

  He knew he was a horny fuck, but with her, it was so, so much more. When they were together like this, with no inhibitions, no holds barred, he felt closer to her than anyone ever.

  He wanted more than his own life to bring her pleasure, to bond them together in the most intimate way. He wanted to do things to her — and with her — that were only for them. The bonding created a special place in the universe only they knew where to find. It was the way he showed her how much he loved her, worshiped every part of her inside and out.

  “Fuck.” He closed his eyes, letting the sensation completely envelop him as her body yielded and opened and he guided all of him from root to tip into her willing ripe ass.

  “Babe, God damn, so fucking good. Does that feel good? You’ve got my cock in your ass, babygirl.”

  Cameron took a moment to steady his breath; he tried to calm his heart which was ready to turn belly up and let him die happy.

  She was rocking back into him just the smallest bit, and he knew she was ready for more. He reached around, found her pussy on fire and streaming her slick juice and he sunk two fingers deep. Swaying with her hips until they matched rhythm, and he sunk the whole of his length, slapping against her ass as her body shook.

  “It’s. So. Big. I feel like you are inside me, so far inside —” She let every word out with a tiny, puffing exhale. Her fingertips gripping the 500 thread count virgin white silk sheets until her knuckles matched.

  Cameron let go; he flexed his hips, thrusting and rocking into the tight as fuck ring of muscle that felt like heaven clutched around the steel rod of his dick.

  He could hear her screaming, but there was no room for anything other than the wild, savage need that pulsed in his blood. If the sounds coming out of her were from sheer pain, he would have stopped, but it was a pent up crazed primal need that she was releasing, just as he had planned.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck that cock in your ass like a good girl.”

  She shifted back, harder and harder begging for him to unleash the beast and fuck her ass like a porn star.

  “You like that baby, you like it —”

  Cameron gave her a deep hard thrust, held, then sped up as he fingered her from below. His cum glistened all over his rock hard tool as he slipped easily in and out of her ass as she locked down like a rodeo rope.

  He followed her mews and moans, sinking his fingers inside her soft hot core along with every stroke of his full length until she burned with heat from the inside, and her body started to convulse.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed the house down, her face falling into the soft comforter and he watched her fingers grab onto the fabric as if she was about to be dragged out to sea by some invisible tidal wave.

  Jesus fucking Christ, hang on man, hang on — give her a minute. She’s backing into me like a damn pro, but it’s her first time out, she’s going to feel it later, so keep your fucking wits about you.

  He kept working her with his fingers, d
eep and steady as she flooded his hand with her juice. Cameron slipped deep and held himself steady, her ass like a locking wrench. He was sure she was going to break his fucking dick right off when she launched into her climax that had her speaking in tongues. Just when he thought he understood what she was saying, the damn noise stopped and her body went flaccid.

  I think I hit a nerve or some shit, ‘cause she isn’t breathing. Fuck, man, you killed her. I told you to slow it the fuck down. A cock that size in your ass and you’d fucking stop breathing too.

  He glided back out, giving her a moment and he thank Christ heard her suck in a deep breath and he knew he was tagged and ready to trip himself.

  “Oh my God — I didn’t know it would feel so good —” She was already back fucking into him and that was all it took. She barely had her wits about her from the last orgasm, and she made sure he was balls deep, and she was primed again.

  “God, your ass is mine, babygirl. Who owns your ass?” Cameron felt like a knuckle dragging beast as he jerked her hips up that one perfect inch and dove in small thrusts, faster and faster until his balls tingled, and his toes curled.

  “You do — God — deeper, fuck me deeper, harder —”

  His angel sent cathedral bells ringing in his head with that one and he seized up like 500 volts suddenly shot through him. He watched his cock take its last deep dive, and he held himself as far inside her as he had ever been and filled her ass with ropes of his cum.

  Cameron heard Victoria suck in the air between her teeth and her tight ring grasped on the base of his cock and milked every drop of his seed with her own shaking orgasm as they both panted and glistened with sweat.

  Cameron roared like a lion fighting for his pride as his balls emptied at least six jets of his seed inside her fantastic ass.

  After a long minute, Cameron shook his head, trying to get some blood flowing back to his brain and figure out what the fuck had just happened. Nothing ever felt so good, but it was more that she went fucking nuts cuming so hard he was sure she must have hurt herself somehow.

  “You okay babe?” Cameron asked as soon as he could form words.

  “I think so.” Her voice was soft, the savage freak that had been here a minute ago retreated, and his soft, sweet girl was back in her place.

  “You almost broke my dick off when you came. Damn babygirl, you got some game.” Cameron leaned over and kissed everywhere his mouth could reach.

  “Aww! God, you are terrible.” She yelped, but her lips were pulled back in a gleaming smile, the joy in her eyes had Cameron dancing on the heavenly clouds knowing he was the reason for her happiness.

  “Come on, I’m going to run you a bubble bath.”

  She was still smiling as he pulled out, cum dripping from both of them.

  I know that shit’s gonna hurt later. Gotta take care of my girl and see if I can mitigate the pain. God, she’s a little freak though. She’s already looking down at my cock again.

  “NO. I see that look. Come on. In the bath.” Cameron reached for both her hands, pulling her up and she leaned into him, those round cocoa eyes still full of fuck-me flutter.

  “But, you’re still standing tall, you sure we should stop? Maybe we could —”

  “NO, I said — come on, you’re going to hurt yourself. And, we’ve got reservations. We’re late as fuck already, and I know I heard your stomach growl in between those porn-star screams.”

  She gave him a pinch on the arm, but he could see her eyes dance with light. It was everything that meant anything to him to see her eyes look like that.

  We may have met our match ol’ boy. I hope you’re up to the challenge ‘cause babygirl’s got more game than we thought.

  40

  It was becoming close to familiar for Victoria, feeling beautiful — precious to someone.

  The person that looked back at her from the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom where Cameron seemed to transform her into someone she barely knew was just that, beautiful.

  “You look amazing, babe. Absolutely top shelf.”

  “Thanks. The dress is crazy. Honestly, you’re a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a gold gilded cardboard box. How do you have such good taste? Did you grow up in some alternate universe?”

  The dress fit like a tailored gown fit for some A-list celebrity with a personal stylist. It flowed ombre green with a neckline that showed just enough of her cleavage to entice, but not enough to set off Cameron’s alarm bells.

  He held a pair of Jimmy Choo’s in patent leather nude that he slipped onto her feet like Cinderella.

  “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

  His steel blue eyes wavered for a moment before he cleared his throat then she felt his lips warm her neck just behind her ear and she missed her next breath.

  “Mmmm —”

  This has to be a dream. Right? Me, here, this, now? Did I actually just scream out ‘Daddy’ and tell my former step-brother that I wanted his cock deeper in my ass? There must be hidden cameras somewhere, and this was all going to be some viral joke. Had to be, right? But, please, God — let it be real because I’ve never felt so happy before. Don’t let it be a joke.

  Wherever he touched, she tingled, and he hovered his hand on the small of her back, guiding her down the stairs and out the front door.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Their table sat in the back of Viviano’s. It was already past 10 o’clock when they got there. Dimitri, the owner, made sure there was a private table ready and waiting even though they were two hours late.

  “It is so good to see you both. You are so grown up! Tell your fathers I said ‘Hello,' yes?”

  The little Italian man with the big smile lit up the dark restaurant as he ushered them toward their table.

  The old school Italian restaurant glowed with waves of ruby colored candle light. Each table was draped and waiting with crisp white linen, at the center was one of those classic deep burgundy glass candle holders that looked as though the sides were carved into hundreds of diamonds.

  The walls were dappled with black and white photos of old Detroit royalty from back as far as Joe Louis to as recent as Justin Verlander. Mayors, mobsters, and any common man off the street was welcome here, but as soon as you entered, you knew were entering a part of Detroit history.

  Cameron caved while giving her a bath, Victoria kept walking her fingers up the indent of muscle in his thigh until she could see his cock was searing hot and Cameron had no choice.

  He turned on the shower and after they soaped each other and kissed for what felt like an eternity, he took her wrapped around him, slipping himself inside and rocking her body against his until they both rang out again.

  Victoria’s depth of knowledge about ‘other’ men was minimal at best, at least below the waist. But from the little she managed to absorb from girlfriends and some reading, not all men were able to — you know, do it so many times without a rest in between.

  Cameron seemed like he never shut off, maybe he held some extra chromosome or some magical DNA strand that made him some sexual superhero.

  Her belly did a mini-cartwheel thinking about him as they sat, Cameron ordering wine and dinner for them both. He looked like a street version of a runway model.

  He was thicker, layered with years of fine tuning and good eating. His nose notched just to the left side and his lips rarely cracked a smile, but wherever they went, eyes followed him as women’s jaws came unhinged.

  He stood like a monolith — a force resounded around him that most people had never encountered before or would again.

  “What?” Cameron reached across the table and played with her fingers in his.

  “Nothing.” Victoria gave him an empty smile.

  She knew better, and he jumped right on her for hiding something.

  “Don’t do that — tell me. I’m right here, asking. What’s wrong? You were like fucking Tinkerbell in the car on the way over; now you’re all wicked stepsister.”

 
Victoria felt the heat rise in her neck. Why couldn’t she just be confident and not worry?

  Too many years feeling like I should be riding at the back of the bus. The fat girl — bad habits die slowly and painfully.

  “You’re going to be mad and I don’t want to ruin our dinner.” The inflection in her voice sounded more annoyed than insecure.

  “I’m going to be fucking furious if you don’t spill it right now. I told you, it’s MY fucking job to take care of you, that means more than your body, so if something is bothering you, it’s bothering me. So, spit it the fuck out so I can deal with it, and we can move on.”

  The tendons in his neck rose, but his fingers drew her hand into his, feeling warm as he pulled it closer across the table.

  “Those two ladies are staring at you. When we walked in — they stared at you and then laughed. I know them from somewhere. I think they went to high school with me.”

  Cameron’s eyes didn’t even flicker; he didn’t glance in their direction, his blue eyes bored into hers until Victoria felt like her insides were vibrating at some ultra-high frequency.

  “I’ve watched guys stare at you for-fucking-ever. They’ve done more than that — and I’ve dealt with that shit when it came up. Are you fucking joking? Men’s eyes pop out of their god damn heads when you walk by. So what? A few ladies look my way; I don’t look back do I? When I’m with you, there’s no other woman in the world that could make me disrespect you and take a look. Even when you’re not around, they’re like some watered down version of 100-year-old priceless scotch. You’re the prime cut —” He kissed her hand, his lips lingering there far longer than necessary, then he glanced over toward the two women who looked down uncomfortably at their dinners.

  His face was beyond magnificent as he spoke; his eyes came back quickly. The sky blue irises locked onto hers. When she looked down, his fingertips guided her chin back to square with him across the table.