FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (40 page)

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.”

He kissed her forehead, smoothed her hair behind her ears and breathed in a deep, long breath, smelling the hint of roses and peppermint in her hair. He drew her into his chest, the feeling as she yielded against him almost as good as the feeling of being inside her.

Almost, don’t get crazy man.

It was so tender, so intimate the way she let out a long, quiet breath as he hugged her tight.

“I do love you. I can’t remember when I didn’t love you.” She whispered into his chest.

Cameron couldn’t describe in words what he felt for her. So much more than a four letter word could sum up, it seemed so shallow trying to equate what he felt with a mere word.

“I love you too. Come on, those pretty people be waiting.”

Another
‘swack’
on her ass and he guided her out the door where hushed whispers and soft giggles greeted them.

53

After the gallery, Cameron wasn
’
t sure how he was going to see straight enough to drive her home.

He checked in with Asher, given every fuck that mattered his new number since he was back in the damn land of the living.

Asher told him Dad was resting comfortably and feeling better. So, he decided bedding his girl for the next few hours was far more important than sitting in a hospital watching an old man sleep.

Besides, his cock was completely irrational, and it had no etiquette. Cameron wasn’t sure even if his dad was taking his last few breaths if he wouldn’t take the damn time to fuck her good and straight before rushing to his death bed.

“I can’t believe it.” Her cheeks were glowing as Cameron guided the Camaro toward home.

“You deserve all of it, babe. You’re a rock star, and it’s time more people take notice.”

“I made more money today than —” She looked at him as he drove almost making him hit the damn curb she was so beautiful, confident and happy. “I don’t know, more than I make in six months at the gym.”

“Well, that shit is going to change here real soon.”

He had not wanted to throw shade on her kick ass earnings today, but he knew they needed to celebrate together every triumph. They were better and stronger together, and Cameron knew more than anyone she would be happy as hell about his news.

“What do you mean?” Her voice turned soft, dark. “Did we lose the gym? Is, is Topher? Was that what happened? We had to give it —”

She was getting herself into a snit, and Cameron shut that down fast.

“NO. Shut up for a second. NO, everything is good. More than good. Topher’s shit is handled. I told you not to worry your sweet ass about that.”

Cameron had no intention of telling her everything, certainly not that he had been about 30 seconds away from blowing the fuck’s brains all over the Guinness sign on the back wall of O’Leary’s. Or, that he let the barrel of that gun sit at his own temple for a good long moment.

“I got a contract. UFC, first major fight is in two months in Vegas. And, Reggie is going to partner with Southside. Bring his business sense and training — and you — you can do what you want. Roger and Larry and signing ownership over to you, Asher, and me. I’m going to work out a deal with Reggie on my part. You want to work there, great. You want to take pictures and have my babies; I’m good with that too.” Cameron rubbed her knee, then gave her a squeeze and a crooked smile.

“What?? I don’t even know where to start with that —” Cameron wasn’t sure if she had heard the last part about the babies.

He didn’t really care; they pulled into the garage, and the only thing on his mind was getting her sweet ass inside and ravishing her until she was cross-eyed and unable to walk straight.

The golden ring was almost within reach. Everything he had ever wanted was circling like some happy hurricane, and he stood in the middle letting all the emotions wrap around him.

“But, how — and what about your fight? What happened after?”

“What do you mean what happened? I knocked his fucking teeth out of his jaw. You know that. And
, YOU,
little girl
,
you were not supposed to be there.”

“Oh right, like I wasn’t going to come and watch something that was so important for you. Jeez, Cameron, when you left me there at the restaurant with Asher, I honestly felt like I was going to die. I was desperate, I had to see you and since I had no idea where you were, it was the only way I had. You can’t control everything I do, you know. I do have a few thoughts of my own.”

She doesn’t listen worth shit. I’ve got my damn hands full from here on out.

“Come on, I know, I get it, I fucked that up. But we’ve got more important things to talk about inside. I feel a nice red ass coming on for you, punishment for not doing as you’re told. I may be a crazy fucker, but you need to learn to listen when I tell you to do something, when it’s important, you gotta fall in line, babygirl.”

Cameron wrapped his arms around her waist after he ushered her out of the car, carrying her up the steps with his lips locked onto hers.

“Do you ever give the crazy a rest? Honestly, if I wanted to I could have you arrested for domestic —”

He didn’t let that last word escape her pink lips, he claimed her mouth with his as he slammed the door behind them.

Cameron finally let her feet touch the floor as they pulled back for a breath.

“Tell me more about the contract, about everything. I want to know —”

“I’ll tell you all about it, babe. But, right now, I’ve got a heat-seeking missile in my pants, and you’re the damn heat. Now, I told you I was going to try to be more reasonable, so I’m giving you a choice. You want your ass spanked before, during, or after I fuck you sideways?”

Cameron swatted her on the bottom as he leaned down, gave her that sexy crooked smile and traced a line up her neck with his tongue. He knew she wouldn’t be able to answer him; his hand was already working the tank top up over her belly.

He needed to feel every part of her. Hands, mouth, and cock, were going to exploit every inch of her magnificent form until she realized just the depth of his devotion to her.

“I don’t want my ass spanked.” She gave him a playful shove, and it only served to get his hackles higher.

“That wasn’t one of the choices, little girl. So, once again, you don't listen worth shit, so ball is back in my court.”

Sure, there was that thing about being more reasonable. He gave it a shot, didn’t feel right, at least not at this particular moment.

“Oh yeah? Bring it, big man.” She teased, but she didn’t know exactly how crazy this motherfucker could get, especially since he had been denied for over a week.

He’d saved up some crazy, and she was about to find out just how balled up he could get.

Cameron worked her tank top over her head. In a flash, his hands worked the clasp of her bra like a magician, his mouth dropped to suck hard on the magnificent soft flesh that he freed from its confines.

He was a warrior, and she was his damn warpath, showing her how he turned rage into blinding passion.

He heard her suck in a breath through her teeth when he sunk his teeth onto her nipple, and her hands found the sides of his head as he worked from one side to the other.

Cameron’s cock went from zero to 60 in two seconds as his mouth worked the pink circles, toying with the hardening peak with his tongue while she panted and whimpered above him.

Her body began arching into him as he peppered her belly with kisses working lower, where he knew heaven waited.

The bed seemed miles away. There was no way he could wait that long, so he was thankful for the soft rug in the living room because they were about to spend some good quality humping time right there.

With his mouth still working the softness just above her panty line, then back up to suckle hard on her beautiful, crazy tits, Cameron worked one hand down to his belt. He had to release the beast before it broke in fucking half trying to fight its way out of his pants.

In a few seconds, he had the crazy boy in hand, stroking the already dripping tip down onto the granite shaft, trying to buy some time and tame the psychotic monster that was making crazy demands from down south.

He listened as his babygirl began getting her freak noises on. Cameron marked her in several places as she yelped and clutched onto his head.

“Babygirl missed that shit, didn’t she?”

Cameron stood up, his hands working his pants down and off, shoes kicked, tumbling across the cream colored rug into the wall as he tore the white cotton of her skirt down and removed any other fabric that prevented his full access to the dream.

Her hands moved over his broad, flat chest. His fingers followed the dark ink over his shoulders, tracing lightly over his skin until Cameron felt his mind spin and his cock jerk two inches higher than it ever had before.

“I missed you.” She whispered and Cameron thought he might cum right then.

Her fawn colored eyes looked up into his face as her hands worked over his torso, down around his back until he couldn’t stand it.

“Fuck, Vic —” He kissed her, tongue deep; fighting with hers as they danced naked, hot flesh against hot flesh, and Cameron felt like he was home.

She ground her pussy against his thigh, and he lost all sense of order and civilized pretense.

He backed her against the wall, dropped to his knees and had one leg bent up and over his shoulder in an instant. He heard her head knock against the plaster wall, but he was on a mission to feast, and she best realize this shit wasn’t going to be all pillows and soft fucking kisses.

“Cam —”

“Hey, I wanted to bring you home and give you a long, slow, easy fuck, but you told me to bring it, so I hope your little kitty cat can handle it, cause this shit’s about to go down.”

He gave her a quick grin before lodging his mouth over her cunt, biting, licking, and sucking in one ravishing motion until he heard her moan and purr and her thighs began to shake against his cheeks.

Fuck yes, that flavor, Jesus, I’m fucking losing my damn mind. Drown me baby.

He danced his tongue over the swollen naked lips, then laying a soft bite on one side, then the other. With each little yelp, he sunk a finger inside her while his other hand steadied her against the wall.

Cameron drew in her amazing sex scent with crazed breaths, her sweet flow already running down his hand, and he lapped at her like a starving beast.

She worked her hips against his face until her body bucked, and Cameron was ready to hammer nails with his cock.

It was going to take some crazy effort to not slam into her and cum in one damn stroke. He wanted to take his time, re-discover her every fold and crevice until she didn’t know her name.

She was mewing and gasping; her fingers dug into the sides of his head steadying herself as he ate her until her folds began to swell and turn into the color of a ruby.

Her body arched, and he dug his fingers deep into her core while nibbling and sucking down hard on the sweet swollen clit that beckoned him with a scent that drove him to the verge of crazy.

The softness of her inner thigh felt like a dream against the sides of his face. His ever present, dark, day old shadow rasping back and forth making her skin raw and pink.

He ratcheted down on her clit with his lips, drawing it between them while his tongue flicked and pressed until he felt her body seize and her inner thighs spasmed against his cheek.

His fingers worked inside her; plunging hard, in and out from tip to knuckles until her inner muscles began to fire and he gave her every part of him in that moment, drinking from her and edging her toward the precipice with all the magic his mouth and fingers could muster.

He let her river of juice drench his face as he swallowed deep and reveled in the taste.

Her body shook like an earthquake as her mouth opened — no sound came out for a long moment until she screamed. A tear ran down one cheek as Cameron held her steady and hard against the wall with his hand and his face until he felt her quiet under his tongue.

“Oh dear God —” Her face flushed a deep rose, and those eyes stared down like Cameron had just given her something for which she had waited her whole life.

“It ain’t over yet, so hold on to yourself babygirl, I need to see that red ass.”

“Wait —”

Wait? Fuck no, there is no ‘wait’ left in me.

He had her over his knee on the couch before she could get out the next words of protest. She had told him to bring it, right? So, there ‘it’ was.

SMACK!

The first swat marked her ivory swell with a perfect outline of Cameron’s hand. She winced and screamed, but her arms wrapped down around his lower legs as she held on for more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You’re going to learn to listen —”

His voice was calm, smooth, there was never anger, just a need for her to realize in his world, he took care of shit. And, sometimes, that meant not asking any damn questions and falling in line.

He smacked her ass with some open palm stingers until she began to raise up and meet his hand, her mouth started kissing his leg, and Cameron felt his balls tighten against his body. She loved every damn minute; it served a dual purpose, and his little freak knew what was good for her.

His girl was new to all this pain and freak sex, and before today, he had kept himself in check.

He had given her about 50% power so far, (Okay, maybe 75%) but the way she cocked her ass into his slapping hand, today, all fucking bets were off and she was about to get him full force.

After he finished making her ass cherry red, he flipped her over and ravished her mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance as his hands worked every inch of her soft curves and plush swells.

He wanted her to taste herself and as soon as he darted inside her lips, she took over, sucking his tongue, still ripe with her juices, discovering her flavor.