FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance

by Wyatt, Dani

  Every breath she took, Cameron watched the supple roundness of her glorious tits rise and fall. His misbehaving cock was on the damn warpath. It had been six days, seven hours and 36 minutes since he was inside her last, and his boy was howling at the moon, ready to go.

  He did his best to settle things down south, now was not the time and intellectually he knew it, but the primal caveman in him had its own agenda and the hell if it wasn’t wreaking havoc. He needed her to rein in that Neanderthal in more ways than one.

  “Cam — God, it’s just, it’s not ever —” She sat down in an upholstered chair, crossing her beautiful legs as her voice cracked.

  “Sssshhh. Just let me get this all out. Talking is not one of my strengths, you know that, so, please. For once, just shut the hell up and listen.” He pulled his shoulders back, squared off and dove in.

  “I can’t live without you, Vic. I can’t. I tried, and it almost killed me. You are mine, and I’m yours and you know it and I know it. You are as much a part of me as my own soul, my own breath. But I can’t fucking live like this. Us, going back and forth, I’d rather be dead. So, here’s the straight up truth bomb — I’m a fuck up. I don’t always listen, and I’m demanding as hell and you deserve more.

  I can be a psychopath when people fuck with you, and I can’t change that, but I can tell you I know you need more. You need me to not be such a domineering asshole sometimes. I get it. I’m no summer picnic and I will never be. I’ll always want to fuck you long and hard and six ways ‘til Sunday with my teeth on your skin and my hand on your ass, but I also know you need my ears open, and my mouth shut sometimes.

  And, I need you. Every damn part of you. All the time, every fucking day until they put us in the damn ground. Life’s fucked us in some ways, Vic, but I’d do it all again and more if it meant I get to have you in the end.”

  All he could see was her, sitting there, her warm brown eyes round and her mouth open just enough to part her soft shining pink lips as he spilled out everything his heart had to say.

  “I need you and you need me now more than ever. I’m here; I’m here for you. Tell me what I need to do, Vic. I feel like I’m walking on broken glass without you; I’m fucking worthless. You are the only god damn thing that makes sense to me in this fucked up world. So tell me how I can put it back together. I fucked it up, I see that now. I overreacted and blew up my own dream. Our dream. So, God —” He never heard himself plead with anyone before. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you love me, and nothing else matters. I’m right fucking here, tell me what to do, Vic.”

  Cameron didn’t even realize he was on his knees, his face buried in her lap for a moment before his hands moved to the swell of her hips and his eyes raised to see the first salty drops fall out of her eyes.

  A crippling fear washed over him as she sat silent. Everything he ever wanted teetered on this moment. Teetered on the words that would come out of her mouth in the next few seconds.

  “Cam, God, I don’t know. I just don’t know if I can live like this. You’re too much, I told you that before we started. I know you. I know how you are. You’re like a fire that consumes everything in its path, including me. I love you; I do. I just don’t think we can —”

  All he heard was the ‘I love you.’

  Everything else was noise. She looked at him with sad eyes, but behind the brown and gold, he saw red — the same crimson fire that burned in his gut right now.

  “Stop, you’re saying the words because it’s what you think you should say. What are you feeling, Vic? When you look at me, when I touch you —” He slipped his hands behind her back, gently rubbing the little indent just above her ass.

  He thought of every inch of her, how he had discovered her over the weeks they were together, how he tasted her, memorized her, and marked her as his own.

  He could feel the pain in her, the crossed wires that were telling her she didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve to be loved the way he loved her.

  “Tell me what you feel — not what you think.” Cameron took a risk, his hand lowered, slipping up under the hem of her skirt and following the soft path toward the magic heat between her legs. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t give her a chance to reason and protest.

  Instead, he moved the backs of his fingers over the soft cotton that covered those sweet naked lips; gently, slowly, his eyes locked onto her watching for the fire to ignite.

  Cameron never worried about tomorrow until today. In the deepest place in his soul, he wanted to be worthy of her love. Be worthy of her future.

  He wanted her more than ever, more than the first time, more than he wanted to live. The memory of her scent and the way her body molded around him when he pressed inside her had his mind at a fever pitch.

  He could feel the heat between her legs. Then, it was there.

  A halted, stilted moan fell painfully from her lips as he caressed her back and forth, sending his own need into the stratosphere.

  He wanted all of her, in every way, in every second, all at once. He wanted to make love to her, slow and steady, watching her face and guiding her toward the edge of her bliss.

  He wanted to take her like a demon takes a soul; hard, ruthless — up against the wall. Tearing into her like a predator, staking his claim on her body with his own until she melted and succumbed to his power.

  When he heard the second gasping moan, he moved his fingers under the elastic that tightened around the top of her thigh. It was a moment of sheer bliss when her wet heat met with his fingertips, and he guided them inside, feeling her juices flowing and he knew she needed him just like he needed her.

  Now, instead of fighting it, he wanted to show her how much he loved her with his touch. How much he needed her and how important this was. It was more than fucking or making love, it was a final bonding of two souls.

  “God, Vic, Jesus — I love you so fucking much.” Cameron pulled her face down as he stretched his chest upward, his fingers playing with her wet inner beauty as he fused his mouth with hers.

  Allowing her tongue to take the lead, he waited until the moment she pushed between their lips. As soon as he felt her tongue, a relief so deep and complete washed over him like a baptizing tide.

  She’s here, Jesus God thank you, she’s back. I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve this, but I promise not to fuck it up again.

  He glided in and out of her, finding the river of her juice as he plunged one long finger deep, wanting to feel every part of her from the inside. Her legs parted, their kisses becoming feverish as they struggled to breathe.

  If she had not owned his heart before now, it was a done deal, cemented and locked away with no chance of ever being undone. Her body grasped his fingers; he moved slowly, in and out as he bit down on her neck, marking her as she let out a squeak, and her body shook.

  He found the little hard pearl, his thumb making sure to pay homage as he listened to her breath in his ear. He worked inside her, around, back and forth; loving her with his fingers until her eyes closed, and her hands gripped the rounded fabric arms of the plush chair.

  Cameron’s cock was at full bore, pushing up under his belt, but he wanted to worship at the altar of the beautiful girl that had stolen his heart so many years ago. She deserved it all — and more — and he knew he was the man to give it to her.

  The way her body moved onto his hand made him ache. His need beginning to drive a stake through his heart as he watched her face soften, her eyes fluttering as he worked his curled fingers inside her soft heat.

  “Cum babygirl, cum — I love you, I’ll always be here, I’ll always protect you. I’ll never leave.”

  Holy fuck, I may just gore her with my damn dick it’s so fucking hard right now.

  He mounted her mouth with his own, his tongue taking charge as he churned inside her, edging her toward the line even as she whispered, worried that someone would hear them.

  Cameron heard none of it; she needed this, and he was going to bring her the pl
easure she deserved. With a moan that sounded like a sob, she came on his hand, flooding him with warm wetness as her body shivered and clenched.

  She couldn’t have been more beautiful than in that moment. The soft lines and curves of her body arched, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his body against hers as she rode the waves of her climax.

  Even before she took her first cleansing, peaceful breath, her hands were on his belt, pulling and demanding.

  She whispered soft pleading noises into Cameron’s ear, they quickly became more determined, cries of a deep need, and his cock was more than ready to defile her in any way she might choose.

  “Are you sure, babe?”

  It took a damn lot of control to give her this out, but he was trying to be a new man, and giving her a choice when there were surely a band of ears up against the door seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do.

  “Yes, God, please. Fuck me, now, right now.”

  “No problem, babe —”

  Holy fuck, jackpot. Dude, you are the luckiest motherfucker in the damn world.

  Her hands found the hard rod of his cock and Cameron felt the world start to spin.

  She played with the skin, gliding her firm grasp up and down, twisting and toying with his drenched head until Cameron saw stars dance in his eyes.

  Her scent was more than he could take, as her hands worked him from below, he brought his soaking fingers to his mouth. As she watched, he sucked every drop of her sweet flavor, wishing they had the time he needed to really take care of her.

  For now, they needed this, they need to bond again, for Cameron to drive inside of her until they didn’t know where their own being ended or the other began.

  Cameron wrapped his fingers into her hair, pulling back until her face looked up. He rose above her in the chair, his cock as hard as folded steel, jutting out from the dark confines of his suit, the head shining with his pre-cum.

  He straddled the arms of the chair, her mouth already moving, her hands on the base of his shaft.

  “Oh my God —” Cameron hadn’t remembered just how fucking good her mouth felt around his cock.

  The way her lips took him inside was almost more than he could take. He felt his seed sprinting upward as she did ungodly things to his dripping slit with her tongue, then sucked him inside the heat of her mouth in one demanding move.

  He held her head by the hair, pulsing his hips until he felt her open her throat and take him deep and full until the room began to spin, and he knew he wouldn’t last another moment.

  “God, babe — stop. Fuck —” Cameron fought off the retaliation of his cock as he pulled out of her mouth.

  “Fuck me.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes; her lips shining and a hitch in her voice that only made her more tempting than she had ever been.

  By the time she took her next breath, Cameron had her by the waist, up and out of the chair with her dress flipped over her ass.

  How did I live without her for so fucking long? She’s so beautiful, so perfect, that ass — fuck me sideways — that ass is doing to be the death of me.

  As much as he wanted to take a full 24 hours and rediscover her an inch at a time, he knew right now they needed to move fast.

  Not only because of the groupies undoubtedly gathered outside the door, but because they needed it. Hard, fast, and without pretense.

  He bent her in half, her face down and her ass up and he pulled those sweet, wet panties away from her crotch. The glistening, pink slit peeking up at him as he lead his cock to her opening.

  “Tell me what you need, babygirl.”

  “Please, I need you. Inside me, please —”

  Her hand came around, flailing — trying to guide him and implore him to move faster.

  “Do you love me? Do you need me?”

  “Yes, so much. I do love you. I need you — now. Please Cam — I can’t wait.”

  Her voice shook and broke in a desperate plea.

  Her voice spurred him on, and he took a deep shaking breath as the tip of his cock slid into her slick, tight heat.

  Oh, fuck yes, babygirl. That is some world class pussy, don’t fucking go off right here Cameron — it’s been too God damn long, I make no promises.

  He had to rein in his own lust as he gave her a few inches at a time, pulled back out, looking down to see the way her soaking pussy was making his cock gleam in the bright fluorescent light of the breakroom.

  After a few slow strokes, Cameron felt his chest tighten, she felt too good, so amazing, his mind almost bewildered by the sight of his length disappearing into her heated canal.

  Her body pulled at him with each thrust, milking him and raising his own release to the surface faster than he intended.

  “Like that babygirl?” He whispered as his hips met the soft curve of her ass, binding them together as close as possible. He held himself tight, buried as far inside her as he could, holding steady, reveling in the way two bodies became one.

  She started wiggling, but he held her hips steady, needing to feel every inch of himself — still and cemented inside her.

  “Ssssshhhh, be still. Feel me inside you.”

  Even Cameron felt the almost incapacitating urge to move, but they stayed locked and still for a long moment until he thought his mind was completely lost.

  “Please,” Victoria’s voice was breathy, pleading. “I need to move. Please, more —” she whimpered as her body writhed, fucking back into him with all her will.

  She cocked her ass up, allowing him to feel parts of her so deep; he nudged her cervix until he couldn’t bear it a moment longer.

  His lust finally erupted, the slow, gentle strokes turned to churning smacks of flesh on flesh as his cock drove home, deep and far until he couldn’t tell if she was crying or cuming.

  The little, soft fuck-hurt noises she made echoed in the small room and sent Cameron into a fury.

  He leaned over, bit down on her neck until she squeaked; her inner muscles grasped his length, his balls drawing up and he felt the familiar tingle start down in his toes.

  “Fuck yes, cum baby. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” Cameron growled low into her ear. Then he rose back up and watched where their bodies came together in the most beautiful dance of love.

  He leaned back down; he had a furious need to mark her body as his own. His teeth found another spot, just under her left ear and he bit down as he sucked her skin into his greedy mouth.

  She arched as he reached under and assaulted her swollen clit with every finger, flat and hard. Circling and rubbing with the pace of his thrusts, his cock feeling the clenching caress of her walls and he knew he only had a few more strokes before he was filling her with his hot release.

  “God —” Her head flew back, her ass jerked and slammed backward onto his cock and Cameron felt the world stop turning.

  Those fucks in the hallway damn sure know by now I’m in here fucking the shit out of my girl. Good, I like to stake my claim. Every swinging dick here is going to give her a wide fucking berth today that’s for damn sure.

  Her juices flowed onto his cock as she came with a thunder. Her body tightened; dragging Cameron over the edge with her.

  Cameron somehow thought to take his hand that wasn’t buried in her folds and clamp it over her mouth as she started to scream and moan as his fingers and cock drove her to an eye rolling orgasm bent over the orange and cream colored upholstered chair.

  His bite turned to kisses on the soft curve of her neck as she struggled to breathe. He took his hand from her mouth, slowly guiding his cock out of her watching their combined fluids still connected in a long, glistening string.

  “Do you think anyone heard us?” She giggled along with a heavy sigh of resignation.

  That was the girl he loved; she had a freak streak a mile wide, and he only loved her more for it.

  It’s a good thing she’s making a joke. Because if she keeps worrying about shit like this, she’s got a long road in front of her. I don
’t give a flying monkey shit who hears us, and we’re going to fuck when we need to fuck. Case closed.

  “No. I’m sure no one heard us,” Cameron said, dead steady as he worked his cock back inside his pants.

  “Shut up, stupid! Of course they did. God, I’m gong to be so embarrass—”

  “Stop it right there. Don’t you ever, ever be embarrassed. Got it? Yeah, I said I’m going to make some changes, but this ain’t one of them. So, we love each other. This is what we do, if you’re embarrassed, then that is something we are going to work on, because I fucking guarantee, this is not he last time people are going to know what we’re up to behind a closed door.”

  “I’m a mess.” Her hair hung in streaks and tendrils over her face and down her neck. Her skirt was less than the perfect white pressed cotton it was a few minutes ago. She looked around. Luckily she eyed the door of a small bathroom off to the side of the kitchenette.

  “You’re a beautiful mess.” Cameron kissed her, long, slow and deep as he smoothed her skirt back into place. “My beautiful mess. When we get home, I’m going to make an even bigger mess.”

  “Home? Oh yeah?”

  “Don’t start, Victoria. Yes, home, at least for now. We’re not staying in that shitty duplex much longer.”

  “Give me a minute, okay? There is no way I can go out there like this —” She tiptoed over to the bathroom as Cameron smiled and adjusted the tuck of his white shirt.

  When she emerged a moment later, her hair was smoothed but the color in her cheeks remained.

  “So, you were saying about a new place, you think the money tree is going to bloom and we’re going to move-on-up like the Jeffersons?”

  Cameron smiled down at her.

  “Yeah, something like that. Come on, don’t you have a show to do? I hear some hot, sexy fighter is supposed to come by and make nice with the fancy folks that are going to throw money at you for pictures of him. You should at least offer me the customary 10%. You’re a crazy ass pimp, you know that?”

  He slapped her on the ass with a hard, ‘swack’.

  “God, ouch.”

  “There is plenty more waiting for you, babygirl. We’ve got some catching up to do, and my cock is already banging down the door for round two. So, unless you want them calling the damn cops to see what I’ve done to you in here, you better smile and get your sweet ass out there.”