FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (33 page)

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, deep 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.

“What is it you want? What can I do to let you know, once and for all, you are as valuable as any other person in the world? More valuable because you’re mine, and I fucking love you.”

There it was again, those three words — well, four if you were Cameron because ‘fuck’ was added to almost every sentence somewhere.

“Look, do you see my eyes? Have you ever fucking seen me look at anyone —
ANYONE
— the way I look at you? I’ve had girls around you before, did I ever look like I gave a rat’s ball sac about any of them? No, because I didn’t. They were just time wasters. Stress reducers. That probably makes me a dick, but whatever. I never made any promises to any of them. Maybe I was just a horny fuck when I was younger —”

Victoria’s eyebrows lurched up. “Younger?”

“Anyway, yeah, I know you know me, Vic. You know me better than
I know
me sometimes. So, tell me, what is it that you want? What do you need to make you understand just how important you are in this world? Not just to me.”

The waiter gave them both another finger of Chianti as Cameron caressed her hand inside his. Victoria felt her mind racing and wandering simultaneously, trying to work out some honest answer to his question.

Once more, Cameron could feel her self-directed ambivalence. This was a girl with no problem facing down some smart-ass sweaty fighter who gave her any shit about paying his monthly dues at the club. She stood toe to toe with men that bowed to no one, who then turned tail and ran when she tore into them.

He could see what a conflicted soul she was. Roger beat her down for so long; she struggled with the other side of her, this image of herself as damaged goods, unworthy of the real gifts that life reserved just for her.

Victoria looked down at the table and thought intently about his question. Really thought about it instead of giving some flip answer in order to change the subject and move her back into the warm, comfortable waters of her safe zone.

“You know what I want?” She raised her eyes, and her voice was steady and clear. “I want a father that teaches me how to ride a bike and gives me a dollar for every ‘A’ on my report card. I want a mother that doesn’t take shit from the men in her life and cheat and then run off and marry her husband’s business partner leaving a bunch of kids spinning in the dirt.”

Cameron’s eyes focused, she rarely spoke of Emily, and never in the negative. He didn’t expected this kind of answer, but he could see she needed to let it out. Cameron swelled with pride that she was ready, and he was the receiver of her much-needed confession.

He could hear a quiver in her voice, something like this had festered inside her for a long time, and she needed a safe place to lay it out.

Victoria felt her heart pumping faster as the words came out. After a moment of halted thought, she felt it well up and spill over like a river breaking the banks after months of soaking rain.

“I wanted a father that everyone knew if they messed with his little girl they would have to answer to him. A family that ate dinner together instead of a father that yelled every time he wanted a beer and whipped my behind if I took too long bringing it to him. I wanted to have friends over and learn to ride a horse. I know we all loved mom, she was kind and sweet, but she let everything happen. She never stood up to him. Instead, she looked over and thought the grass would be greener on the other side. Only, she didn’t bother to think about all of us, how we would feel being thrown together in all their craziness. She was as damaged as he was, and now, this is me. I’m trying, Cameron. I really am, but we both have this past —”

The tears were nipping at her lower lids and Cameron felt his instinct to kill whatever or whoever hurt her.

Victoria turned to look over at the table with the two women, her eyes straight and her head up.

“So, you want to know what I want? I want someone that I can talk to, I can tell them anything and know they’ll be there for me. I want someone that will realize I’m broken, but I’m trying. I want someone that loves me and lets the world know how important I am to them. And, I want to be me, happy, without having to answer to my father or your father anymore. I love them both, Cam, I really do. But, they’re killing me.”

“You want to leave the gym?”

“No. I mean yes.” She shook her head, and her hair danced down into the swell of her chest giving Cameron a moment of distraction. “I don’t know. It’s such a part of me. Of us. I know I can’t live this life anymore, I can’t. But, I can’t bear to think of Southside going to Topher — or ceasing to exist because I’m not there to hold it together like some abused band-aid.“

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen, one way or the other. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Oh yeah? I don’t need to worry? I know you, too — you have one way of solving problems, Cameron. And it always leaves someone bleeding.”

“You want someone that protects you, you know that’s me. That’s how I do it, babe. I’m not going to change. At least that part of me.”

“I know. I get it, but it’s all part of that life and I just need to know you’re going to be around. That you won’t leave again, either by your own choice or when you hurt someone, and the cops show up and you’re gone for twenty years.”

“No one is calling any fucking cops. And, I’m not going anywhere. I came back for you. I left because of you. But, I couldn’t die without laying my cards on the fucking table, balls out, heart on my sleeve shit. You’ll always be mine. You’ve always been mine, but I will disappear like a shadow at midnight if this isn’t going to work because I can’t be around you and not be with you. Do you get that? When have you ever known me to not go after what I want like a starving lion on the damn hunt? I’ve kept this shit inside me for too long, so it’s zero dark fucking thirty — go time — and I’m here 100% for you unless you tell me or show me different.”

Victoria drew her bottom lip between her teeth. If she only knew that was Cameron’s kryptonite. He looked at the way her fingers fit into his hand, and he knew he would lose his mother-fucking mind if she ever did leave him.

Her lips were warm, blush pink, and shining with that lip gloss he gave her that tasted like cherries.

He was finding it harder and harder to concentrate, but she needed this right now, she needed to get it out and Cameron needed her to know just what it meant when he staked his claim on her.

Victoria could feel the heat rising from her core. Waves of warmth rippled up into her chest as her heart beat like a bass drum as she stared at the carved savage that was once her childhood protector, her friend, and her step-brother.

“I’ve got nothing if you’re not part of it, babygirl. Do you get that?”

He never thought about marriage before, but right now, for the first time in his 28 years, he wanted to put a ring on her finger and bind this woman to him by love and by law.