FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance

by Wyatt, Dani

  “Feed me.” He commanded.

  His hands churned her hips up and down, flexing back and forth just like he liked. She knew his orders by now, and she leaned forward, her hand pressing the deep, cherry red blossom of her nipple to his lips.

  Cameron sucked her inside his mouth, ravishing her with a nip and a suck until she moved like a freight train on his dick. He sucked half her soft flesh deep into his mouth, pulsing her in and out until she moaned and practically screamed the pictures off the walls.

  Cameron let her soft flesh fall from his mouth as she looked down where they mated. His clutch on her hips grinding her open slit into his body as he wrapped his hand around to dig into her ass and send his cock straight up into her belly.

  “Fuck yes, babe, right there, God damn — cum baby, I want to watch you cum.”

  “Awwwww —” Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started shaking and convulsing. The muscles in her canal went on lock down, and that was it for him.

  She came all over his cock with a rush of her juice as he lost all control.

  “Fuck yes, baby —”

  Cameron’s head fell back, and he emptied his sac deep inside, in the back of his mind a fleeting thought passed, and he knew he was sending his seed home.

  In the next few hours, he fucked her again until she almost lost consciousness and her poor pussy was beaten pretty raw.

  She took everything and just when Cameron thought it was too much for her, she would surprise him and let her freak flag fly a few notches higher.

  Ain’t no place like home, but sure as shit Babygirl’s gonna be the death of me one way or another. Damn, I’m beat.

  After they took a long warm bath, Cameron gathered her against him — naked and curled under the crisp, white sheets. He kissed her neck and listened to her slow even breathing.

  When he thought she was close to sleep, he whispered in her ear.

  “You’ve got three months.”

  “Three months?” Her sleepy voice answered, confused.

  “Yep, I’m giving you three months to plan whatever kind of wedding you want.”

  “What?!?!?” Her voice perked up, the sleepy sound vanishing.

  “You heard me.” Cameron reached over to the nightstand as she wiggled out from his grasp to look him in the face.

  Before she got out the next words, he held the white velvet box up in front of her incredulous face, the robin’s egg blue ribbon matching Cameron’s intense gaze.

  “Marry me, Vic.”

  He flipped open the top, inside she saw stars as the glint of a diamond the size of a Cheerio stared back at her.

  “How? How did you afford —”

  “Are you fucking serious right now? You’re asking me what? Just say yes, that’s all I need to hear.”

  God damn, girl just can’t stop the mouth sometimes.

  The overflow started down her cheeks, and she kissed him as he slid the rock onto her finger.

  “I told you, I’ve been planning this shit for a long, long time. You’d be surprised how much money you can save when you start at 11 years old. I’ve had this ring locked away for a couple years. Wishful thinking.”

  Victoria’s laugh sent a warmth over him as she stared down at her finger.

  “I love you, Vic. More than my own fucking life. I’m never leaving you again. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and you’ll always be mine. No one and nothing is ever going to fuck this up. So, I hope you’re ready because this shit’s just beginning. Once that ring goes on, it never comes off.”

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  In the next couple weeks, Cameron signed more pieces of paper and watched more lawyer fucks all cock-blocking each other than he ever saw before in his life.

  It all worked out, Victoria signed and took over 50% of the gym. She deserved it; Cameron considered it back pay for the decades of work she had done for slave wages.

  They came to an agreement with Reggie; he got 20% and full management and the standard 10% of any fighters that won under his training at the gym.

  Asher walked across the stage just before Christmas with Larry, Roger, Victoria, and Cameron all screaming in the audience and embarrassing the living shit out of the boy.

  Cameron and Asher shared 30% ownership, and the biggest shock of all had to be when they finally sat down with the executor at the bank.

  They waited until Larry was back home, settled in with nurses stopping by to help him a few times a day.

  The most shocking part of all was Larry cut off the sauce like a trooper. Soon, the color returned to his face and there was a twinkle in his eye Cameron couldn’t remember seeing since his days with Emily.

  Inside the paneled office of the financial adviser, Cameron felt that familiar twitch in his fingers and he tapped his feet on the burgundy and gold rug under his feet. He and Asher sat in front of the mahogany desk big enough to seat a family of eight for Thanksgiving dinner.

  Rich fucks. This silver spoon motherfucker better not fuck with us.

  “It’s nice to meet finally you, boys. I’ve been managing your mother’s trust for almost 15 years.”

  Jeremiah Reynolds was his name, and he had to be about a hundred years old himself.

  “So, what’s the story?” Cameron immediately turned on the defense.

  He couldn’t shake the feeling that this old school douche has screwed with the small amount of life insurance his mother managed to leave to them. He was sure they were about to learn they were going to walk out of here with little more than chump change.

  “Well, the ‘story’ is, that your mother left you boys a $20,000 life insurance policy when she passed. You see, your mother and my sister were friends since high school, and she trusted me to care for your inheritance. I have done my very best to invest the money wisely. Now that you are here, Cameron is of age and he can take his 50%, Asher, you must reach the age of 27 1/2 before you will be able to have access to your funds.”

  Cameron’s eyes narrowed.

  “So, you get to keep his money? What about college?” Cameron sneered then looked over at Asher. “Never mind, I’ll pay. Doesn’t matter.”

  The older man cracked a genuine smile and raised one hand to hold off any further demonstrative defense from the wild-eyed, tattooed beast sitting across from his desk.

  “Now, hold on. All you boys need to do is come to me if you need anything for Asher. I am here for you. College will be paid for.”

  “How much is there?” Asher looked at Cameron then back toward the old man; unable to hide his boyish enthusiasm.

  Cameron saw the smile on the old man’s face and for the first time since they walked in the doors of the bank, he felt the muscles in his neck relax.

  “Well.”

  The distinguished gentleman tapped some keys on the computer. He was squinting at the monitor over the black glasses that looked like they would fall off his nose at any moment and drop onto the yellow legal pad where he scribbled.

  “As of the close of the market yesterday, the combined accounts total three million, four hundred thirty-seven thousand and nineteen cents.”

  Cameron was sure he had just lost his hearing, and Asher let out a bellow that just about shook the door off its hinges.

  “WHAT! Are you fucking serious??” Asher started cackling until he fell off his chair.

  The man smiled at Cameron, leaned back, folded his hands on the desk, and let the moment wash over them.

  “You did good, old man.” Cameron stood up, reached out and shook the hand of the man that had just secured their future

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  “You are going to make our wedding pictures unique.” Victoria looked down from her position above the carved torso of her soon to be husband with his cock still sunk home, her breath returning to a slow, steady beat after another screaming orgasm just a few moments before.

  “Hey, I tried to keep him off my pretty face —” Cameron gave her a smile and fondled her breasts from below.

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p; God damn, she’s more beautiful than yesterday. Like a fucking glow light is inside her. How’d a fuck like me get so lucky?

  Victoria shifted her hips; Cameron watched in awe as the curves of her body moved and she dismounted, laying down into the crook of his arm.

  He loved the soft warmth of her body as it connected against him from shoulder to ankles. He pulled her tight, and she rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of ink on his forearm.

  She lifted one leg to drape it across his and a sense of possession overwhelmed him.

  All right, God, I know I haven’t been in touch much in the last 29 years,but dude, if you would just please, please, help me not fuck this up, okay? You can take anything else from me, just not this. Not her. Keep my ass in line just enough okay?

  “I love you, babe.” He couldn’t seem to say it enough, especially today.

  “I love you too. Maybe I can use some of my cover up and blend —”

  “Don’t even.”

  She knows better, no fucking way she was putting makeup on me. Girls get crazy when it comes to their wedding.

  “Fine, then at least try to smile today. You look like a felon.”

  “I am a felon,” Cameron teased her.

  “Yeah, I know, but our kids are going to look back one day and ask, ‘Mommy, why does Daddy’s eye look like the ass end of an eggplant in your wedding pictures?’”

  “Did I fucking win?” Cameron played with a long strand of her hair, turning it around and around in his fingers before brushing it across her nose and making her swat him away.

  “Stop! Yes, you won. I’m proud of you Cam. I really am. Do you know that? Your Dad would have been proud too.”

  Cameron kissed the top of her silky hair, breathing in the scent of hibiscus, roses and a hint of their musky sex.

  Larry didn’t make it a whole year. He died peacefully at home, just after New Year’s. He held on long enough to cheer Asher across the stage and have a real Christmas with Victoria at the helm.

  “Come on. Let’s make more good use of this damn shower before your little friend comes to hijack you for the rest of the day.”

  “Don’t pout. You’ve already defiled me twice today. It’s our wedding day; I thought we would try to hold off, you know, build up some tension.”

  She smiled and bit down on her lip as Cameron dragged her out of the ruined bed and toward the hotel bathroom that was as large as the entire first floor of the house where he grew up.

  “I’ll give you tension, babygirl, and a nice red ass for you to wear under that white dress.”

  The hotel room at the Venetian that Simon Reed booked for them had to be over 2000 square feet. The bed was in its own room, facing out a wall of windows that looked over the vibrating city below. But, it was nothing compared to the penthouse Cameron had booked for the wedding and the next three days.

  “I’ve never been out of Detroit.” She wasn’t sure if she was telling him, or just reflecting on her amazement of how their lives had changed in the last few months.

  Victoria glanced back toward the bed, and the view out the windows as Cameron pulled her hand and she tiptoed behind him toward the epic bathroom suite.

  “Hannah will be here in like 20 minutes.” Victoria stepped into the steamy warmth of the shower jets, her hands unable to keep off the hard lines and bulges of Cameron’s back. Her fingers fell to just below his belt line where he had new ink in long, intricate old English lettering.

  ‘And the boy fell in love with the Girl.’

  “Fuck, when have you ever known me to give a horse’s ass about —” His grouchy voice broke her momentary trance. Her fingers still hung on the new black ink.

  Victoria let out a sigh and gave him a stare as he turned his head to look down at her.

  “Fine. I’m going to have a little pussy feast, and I’ll let you go. Okay? Eighteen minutes of my tongue, and two minutes for you to dress. That’s a good compromise.”

  “God, you have no off switch do you?”

  He couldn’t answer. Her hips were in his hands, and he was on his knees, his tongue slipping into her sensitive folds as the water cascaded down from her head to her feet with Cameron worshiping her from below.

  “Jesus —” She moaned, her hands resting on his head as a sensation of deep gratitude and joy filled her soul.

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  “Don’t forget —” Victoria gathered her rolling suitcase and the long hanging bag full of her dream dress that Cameron had yet to see. “Asher and Dad will be here in about an hour. You guys need to be on time for the fitting and meet with the chaplain at seven sharp!”

  “Go. Stop trying to control my ass. You know me, I’ll be there. GO!”

  Girls and weddings. Even my little hard ass melted into a puddle of girliness about everything nuptial. She’s so fucking cute, so excited. I hope she knows she won’t be getting out of hotel room for the next three days. She’ll be lucky if she can stand, I’m going to be living inside her until they come to cart us back off to the damn airport.

  Cameron already had the hotel room looking like no one had even stepped foot inside. He had alarms set in his brain for everything and everywhere she had his ass committed today. She just liked to nag, and he loved every damn word.

  “Okay, we’re going!”

  “I love you, babe. Take care of her.” Cameron stood hands in pockets, watching the meaning of his life walk out the door.

  “Oh, of course. I’m going to take care of getting her ass wasted before the wedding since you wouldn’t let us go out for a bachelorette party last night.” Hannah stuck her tongue out as she picked up one of Victoria’s bags.

  “Uh huh,” he groaned.

  No fucking way was he letting her out of his damn sight on the eve of the most important day of his life. He needed to be sure she was safe and sound and delivered to him today just the way she was. Besides, he knew his girl and running around Vegas like some bad cliché on the night before her wedding did not interest her. Instead, after the fight, they had come right back here, and Cameron made sure she had as much of a bachelorette party as she needed.

  Cameron listened for the door to click behind the giggling girls then he picked up his phone, tapping the screen.

  “Is it ready?” He listened to the voice on the other end of the phone for a long moment. “Okay. I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

  The Venetian had followed Cameron’s instructions to the letter.

  The penthouse suite was covered; every surface flickered with candlelight and held vases of pink-tipped white roses that numbered into the thousands.

  The expansive 1500 square foot balcony was adorned with a trellis covered with stunning greenery, twinkling white lights and pink blush orchids. A white rug lead in a strip from the living room of the suite out to just under the trellis.

  There were only eight of them attending including the chaplain, but it was exactly what his baby wanted, and it was his sole purpose on earth to make her happy.

  Asher and Roger were in the back bedroom of the suite, watching the replay of the fights from the night before. He could hear them grunting and hooting with every hit and kick as they did their best to keep their black tuxedos tidy.

  The doorbell rang and Cameron’s feet scuffed across the marble floor. It was the delivery he had checked on this morning, final touches and polishing applied.

  “There you go, Mr. Cobain.” The man held out the white satin covered box.

  “Thanks.”

  “Of course.” The man smiled up at Cameron. “Would you mind — my son watched your fight last night. He asked if you would sign. . .”

  The distinguished jeweler held out a program from the night before along with a black Sharpie. His eyes had turned from consummate, calm, cool professional to nervous fan.

  “Sure. What’s your son’s name?”

  “Ummm —” The man faltered.

  “Uh huh. How about I make it out to Henry, that’s your name rig
ht?”

  The man nodded, folding his hands behind his back while Cameron wrote out a note and signed the picture of his face inside the glossy program.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “No problem.”

  Cameron shut the door behind him and slipped the little box into the inside pocket of his black jacket, a smile hinting at the corners of his mouth. He had already given Asher the job of holding onto the three-carat diamond and platinum wedding band that matched the ring already on her finger.

  But, this was special, his gift to her for giving him the honor of becoming his wife.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  “You happy?” He reached over to hold her hand as his other hand guided the Camaro down I-275 away from the airport.

  “I’m not sure what I am. I can’t even find the words.”

  Their short honeymoon left her a little beat up down below, but his little girl even surprised him. She took to the extra special toys and games Cameron introduced her like a good little freak. He’d kept them locked away three solid days until it was time to leave for the airport.

  “Where are we going?” She looked out the window as the normal exit that took them to the rented house in Indian Village whipped by like a green flash.

  “Somewhere.” He gave her a squeeze.

  “Cameron. . .” She drew out his name, doing her best to give him the stare.

  “Don’t look at me like that. Your ass is as red as a tomato already, you want another round with your new friend?”

  Cameron had introduced her to the black leather horse crop, and he knew her ass had to still be flaming sore.

  He looked at her face, and the pink in her cheeks rose to a crimson. She might have been be a freak in the bedroom, but she still had that sweet innocence that drove him crazy.

  “I have a couple more presents for my bride, okay? I’ve been waiting my whole damn life to spoil you, now I can, so get used to it.”