FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (28 page)

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“You broke my fucking nose!” Roger held a crimson soaked towel to his face as Cameron thundered back into the fluorescent lights of the back hallway at Southside.

“You’re lucky then. I should have broke your damn neck. I warned your ass. Don’t you ever talk to her like that again, you understand?” Cameron grabbed Victoria’s arm, pulling her back down the hall and into the office. “Get your shit, we’re leaving.”

“Wait, what did he say? We can’t leave Dad, he’s hurt — “

“Really?” Cameron was getting really fucking pissed off.

I can barely hold a thought together and she’s going to test me? Tell me the fucktard is hurt and we can’t leave his pathetic ass? I’m a balls hair away from nuking this whole fucking place.

“Get. Your. Shit. We’re. Leaving.” He sucked in air through his teeth.

Cameron’s desire to choke the fucking life out of Roger diminished only slightly. His blood lust for her piece-of-shit father and that misogynistic bastard from the parking lot was still just under the surface.

“
No
. Tell me what’s going on! What did he say?”

She looked like a dug in sniper. Enough was enough; she needed to learn when to leave shit alone.

“Did you just fucking tell me ‘No’? Have you lost your damn mind? Never mind.” He grunted like a bull. Cameron knew he was about to erupt as she set her arms across her chest.

Cameron slammed closed the office door, klunked the dead bolt shut as Victoria turned to give him a threatening look. She didn’t understand what had bubbled under the surface right then. Otherwise she would be wiping that damn look off her face.

“No, not ‘never mind.' Tell me what’s going on?!?” Her petulant tone wasn’t winning her any leniency.

Cameron couldn’t see any way to get through the next week without telling her, and anyway, she needed to know that he would handle this shit like he told her.

She didn’t need all the details right now, just enough to shut her up, because there was a demanding side effect to seeing her while his hackles were up and it was filling his jeans and she needed a lesson in doing what she was told.

“I’m taking care of it. I’ve got a fight, down at the row, Wednesday before Thanksgiving.”

He could see her doe eyes widen, but she could see in his eyes he was in no mood for her indignation right now.

“I throw the fight; Topher clears the debt. That’s it. All done. Now don’t ask any more fucking questions. I told you everything you need to know. And, if you breathe a word to anyone, it’s your ass. You got it?”

He took her face in his hand, squeezing her cheeks then lowering it around her neck until he felt the blood pumping in her veins. He could still see the traces of lines down her cheeks where the tears had left their mark.

“God Cam. Are you — “

“Shut up Victoria. I’m in no damn mood.”

She saw the glint of danger in his eyes as his hand tightened around her throat.

He didn’t need her words right now; he needed her mouth, and her pussy and that was enough goddamn discussion for one day.

Cameron licked her lips, and she opened as his tongue found hers. He felt her body slump, the tension in her shoulders sinking as he explored her mouth, feeling the wet warmth of their lips and tongue binding into one another.

There was nothing civilized about him right now. He felt a direct line from his fury to his cock, and his crazy boy only had one thing in mind.

Cameron felt the silky softness of her hair as he tangled his fingers behind her neck releasing her windpipe. She smelled like some sweet fruit mixed with an exotic flower, and the scent was like a drug sending him even farther over the edge and into the pit of his primal need.

“Mmmmm —” Victoria moaned into his kiss as he pulled at the back of her head, her hair tightening around his fingers.

He did not relinquish her lips. Instead, he pressed harder, his tongue spinning then finally pulling back with her lip clenched in his teeth.

“Owww —” It was a protest, but the sound was wrapped in its own blood lust as Cameron stared down into her glowing brown eyes.

“Next time I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Understand? I’m not talking some unimportant bullshit like asking you to do the damn dishes or some shit. You’re smarter than that, Vic. You know what I’m fucking talking about. When you need to listen, you need to listen. I’ll protect you to my last breath, but part of that is you doing what you’re fucking told. Got it?”

“God Cam — that hurts.” His hand pulled at her hair.

“Are you fucking listening?” He gave her another jerk, then shoved his legs between hers, grinding her crotch against the hard muscle of his leg.

“Umm, yes. I —”

He didn’t want her words. He needed something else, right fucking now and without another word, he spun her to face the desk, his hand wrapped around her waist working the button and zipper like a magician.

“Hey, ouch, stop. What are you — “

“Shut up. I don’t need your mouth right now.”

Before she took her next breath, her jeans were down over the curve of her ass and Cameron didn’t even bother to do anything but work his zipper down. Reaching inside, he wrestled his already high and tight pissed off dick from the confines of the fabric.

With one hand he tried to quiet the beast, giving his pre-cum soaked boy a few strokes as his free hand pushed down on the small of her back, raising her ass into position and he saw just the hint of pink slice open up below.

“Hey, don’t I even get a choice?” Victoria cocked her head to the side as she spoke.

“Yeah, you get a fucking choice. Bend over or lay down. You’ve got two fucking seconds to answer, or we’re going with bend over. ONE. TWO.”

Cameron sunk the tip of his cock into her bare entrance.

His mind went blank when he felt her squirm then cream all over his dick. She was soaking him already, and without any more back talk, he watched her hands curl into tiny fists, her breath began to gasp and halt as he sliced into her in one huge unmerciful stroke.

He was pissed. Pissed at her for putting herself in danger, pissed that she didn’t call him like she said she would if anything went sideways.

He had to fucking walk in and hear Roger and then that fucking voice mail. She needed to learn, she promised to call him but apparently, she needed a quick lesson in just exactly how important it was for her to follow the damn rules.

“Owww —” She was gasping and yelping, but her pussy was running like a faucet down the length of his cock, and she pulsed around him with each piston stroke.

“Take it,” he grunted with a deep thrust that felt parts of her pussy before uncharted.

Cameron couldn’t help it, he opened her even wider; pulling her ass cheeks apart with his dug in fingertips. He neared the point of pounding her with his full length, pulling out, teasing her with the tip before hammering his hips forward. Her ass cheeks squirmed and shook like Jell-O as he damn near fucked right through her into the desk.

The 300-pounds of solid oak below them jerked and squeaked on the floor with each hammer of his hips. Shit was falling off, papers spread over the floor and Cameron only went harder.

She was a furnace inside. He knew it hurt, but she was taking it, and her body felt like a damn dream. Just when he thought the thrill and intensity of feeling her for the first time might wear off, it only got better.

He could feel heat radiating on his dick as he hit her hard. Cameron could hear her breath grunting and puffing out as he breeched her depths and tapped on her cervix.

There was a wordless discussion going on, Cameron was schooling her without having to say anything and from the noises she was making below, his message was coming through loud and clear.

Her magnificent ass rose and pushed back with each thrust. She was whimpering and whispering little protests, but that began to blend into the little fuck-hurt cries until Cameron felt her canal clench onto him like a lug nut.

“OH my God —” She pushed her hips into his thrust as he steadied both of them with one hand and reached under her to swirl his fingers on her swollen soaked clit sending her body into a convulsion and her voice broke.

“Cum babygirl, that’s right —”

Her insides became one with his dick, clamping him in place as his hand worked her from below, her body wrenching along with her voice.

Cameron held himself as deep inside as he had ever been, reveling in the feeling of her spasms as they caressed his cock from the inside.

Cameron sunk his fingers into her inner lips, the flow of her juices intoxicating him with their scent and the slick moisture that dripped from his hand. He pinched and clamped down until he heard her whimper, and she drew her hips forward in retreat.

“You gonna listen to me? You gonna do as your told?”

She had barely stopped jerking and twitching from the orgasm and Cameron pulled back every inch, then slamming his point home giving her more than he was sure she could take in one new, long deep stroke.

He went deep until he felt the tip of his cock bottom out, and Victoria let out a sharp high pitched yelp.

“Owww!
Yes
— I’m sorry.”

Her words fell out somewhere between resignation and outright fear. But, she started bouncing her ass to and fro, eating his cock alive with each stroke. Looking down was like watching her perform some kind of sexual ballet, her hips and ass moving in unison with Cameron’s attacking dick.

His seed threatened to come up, but he wasn’t done. Cameron leaned down, feeling her back warm and soft against his chest as he whispered into her ear.

“Fuck me babygirl, fuck back just like a good girl.”

He heard her little gasp, that purring in her pussy as he held himself in place, letting her take over and dance backwards onto his cock as he sunk his teeth into the curve just at the soft flesh at the bottom of her neck.

Her body clenched onto his cock as he marked her with his teeth and she came again, hard and screaming. Cameron was sure anyone less than thirty feet down the hall knew exactly what was going on in the office.

Luckily, the open space of the gym floor had a permanent pulsing of metal and hard rock music thumping away, so they were probably still undercover as far as the general population of testosterone junkies went.

Cameron felt her orgasm wrack his own body, the warmth of feeling her pulse again around him tingling down low in his toes.

“Who does this belong to?” he growled in her ear as his hand clamped over her sex.

“Owwww,” she moaned.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He spat the words right into her ear.

“You. It’s yours. You’re hurting me –” Her voice caught and that was all it took.

He knew he was too far gone, there was no time, and he plunged as deep as he could.

He could hear her hitched gasps and the sound of their bodies slapping together. He felt parts of her that had before gone untouched as he emptied himself secured deep into her softness.

She let out a screech and Cameron knew he had ignited the burning pain again in her tight, untrained pussy, but the way her hand shot back behind her to pull at his arm as she dug her fingernails in, told him his little vixen may have enjoyed her lesson.

Cameron brought his hand down hard on one side of her ass, then the other, then again on each until he saw her body melt into the desktop as his cum began to drip out from where their bodies combined into one flesh.

He gave her another two rounds with the flat smack of his hand, listening to the way it resounded in the hard walls of the office.

“Next time, you listen.” He bit down on her neck under her ear where she couldn’t hide his mark, leaving one last reminder of just who was in charge.

Cameron pulled out of her in one quick retreat, leaving her red ass’d and sore as he proceeded to put himself back together.

As much as he wanted to reach down and pull her into him, she needed this right now. He was trying to fucking save her from the human sewage and if she couldn’t learn to listen when it was important, he wasn’t going to be able to keep her safe.

Number one priority, keep his girl safe at all costs.

“God Cameron, that hurt. And — you — you came inside me.”

“Yeah? First off, good. It was supposed to hurt. Don’t pout either. I felt you cum so hard you had a damn seizure. Just remember next time I tell you to do something when it’s important. Second, we’re together. You and me, no retreat. If I take root inside you, even better. Now, get yourself together. We’re done here.”

“But, I’m a mess —” Their combined fluids were running down between those amazing thighs.

“Yep. You’re just going to live with that until I get you home.”

Cameron felt the soft silk of her skin under his finger tips as he glided her jeans and panties back up and into place. He could hear her sucking little winces of air as she turned around.

“You’re kind of an ass sometimes.” Her fingers worked the button on her jeans as those beautiful lips pulled back and gave him a half-smile that for a second made him forget all the other shit that was sticking to the walls around them.