FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (17 page)

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As he took his time drying every inch of her, Cameron’s eyes looked like a diamond cutter inspecting a rare jewel. He wrapped her in the white terrycloth, his finger on her mouth as she started to spout off.

“Shut up. Walking is going to be tough enough. Remember, I’m taking care of you now. If you start pouting and giving me lip, you are going to find out just exactly how red that ass can get. So, put your pout away and relax. You’ve got a great mouth babe, but sometimes it doesn’t know where the fucking line is, so from now on when you cross, it’s going to be your ass.”

“Cam, I’m heavy, you’re going to hurt yoursel — ahhhh!”

In one swoop, she was off the floor and cradled against his chest, his strides showing no indication he was carrying any extra weight at all.

“You are not a very good listener, you know that? There’s some shit I’m going to teach you, I was going to leave it for another day, but you are pissing me the fuck off with this weight bullshit.”

He could see his words cut into her, and he hated the way her lips turned down, but she needed a quick lesson in minding the new rules.

Cameron’s body was more than a work of art.

If the cut and definition of each muscle wasn’t enough, the enormous tribal tattoo that wound around his left shoulder and inter-mixed with the script and wings and spider webs and other artistic elements that ran down his left arm — made him a walking canvas.

His heart raced as Victoria leaned her head onto his shoulder, he felt the light touch of her fingertips, almost like a breeze tracing the “Living Death” tattoo inscribed over his heart.

“What does this mean? I never asked. You got it after mom died and I just never wanted to know.” Her voice turned soft, and he felt her take a long slow inhale. “I’m sorry about how I acted all those years…you know, about mom. It wasn’t your fault. I know it wasn’t. I suck. I’m selfish, and I’m sorry.”

Fuck, there she does again hating on herself. First lesson can’t come soon enough.

“Alright, little girl. That’s enough of that bullshit.” Cameron set her down on the clean sheets. He pulled the bedding, folded the comforter back, and fluffed the pillows so she wouldn’t have to move around too much.

“What? I’m just trying to apologize— “

Cameron cut her off again with a wag of his finger and a glare. His blood was turning hot, and it wasn’t just looking down at the waves and swells of the A+ form in front of him.

“Two things. First, there’s going to be some new fucking law laid down. I was planning on giving you some time to adjust to the you-and-me thing before bringing you fully into your new world, but your ass is pushing me hard, so here it is.

Don’t fucking talk to yourself like Roger would. I don’t want to ever hear another word about how you think you don’t look right, or there’s too much of you, or whatever other fucked up bullshit some magazine or your own father had tried to imprint on that lovely, big brain of yours. You. Are. Perfect. Beyond perfect, your a damn dick’s dream.

When you insult yourself, you are insulting me. When you apologize for shit that you had nothing to do with, you’re insulting yourself and me, so no more. You’re going to discover there are rewards and punishments in this new life of ours, and that shit is going to get you a punishment. Got it?”

The deer in the head lights look told him he was coming through loud and clear.

He was sure it didn’t help that he was still standing there buck naked, his cock barely softened as he stared back at her laying on the bed. His boy was getting righteous again and working his way back up over his belly button.

“Vic. Do you get me?” He needed her to respond.

“Punishments? This new life? Really?” The doe was gone and the girl that had been dealing with sweaty, disgusting men her whole life was back. “I can’t wait to see that happen. So, whatever, I’ll let that go. You said two things. What’s the second? I can’t wait to hear this. Maybe you are going to put up a behavior chart and give me a star whenever I’m a good little girl?”

Her mouth was back with a vengeance, and it made Cameron want to smile and turn her over his knee at the same time.

“Don’t push. I’m fucking serious.” He glared at her, and she tried to give him her best ‘fuck off’ face.

Instead, she pulled her knees up to wrap her arms around and she forgot about her fuck-hurt injury. Her eyes lit up like a firecracker.

“Ssssshhhhhheesh,
ouch
, Jesus…” She winced.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a second and Cameron let out a laugh.

“God damn it. It’s not funny. That hurts. Is it supposed to hurt like this? Or is it just that monster you have? God Cameron, everyone is going to know. I’m not going to take a step without limping and letting out a yelp.”

“Ready for the second thing?” He got her attention back taking his seat on the edge of the bed and nibbling at the soft curve between her neck and her shoulder.

“God, sure. When you do that, it’s hard to think straight, so yeah, second thing, whatever…” She cocked her head to the side, and Cameron licked a path behind her ear before whispering.

“Second thing — my mouth will never get enough of your pussy. So open those legs because I’m going to eat you until your eyes roll back in your head, and you forget how much it hurts.”

“Jesus Cam!” She had that little bit of the old pre-fucked virgin Victoria in her voice.

“Get used to it,
sister.
I’m as nasty as they come, and I’ve been keeping this shit pent up for-fucking-ever. My tongue’s got a taste of that sweet cherry, and it’s only making my Jones a hundred times worse.”

Cameron leaned into her lips in a searing kiss before he moved like a snake down between her legs, positioning himself and spreading her ankles and resting them on his back.

He gave her an impish grin before his mouth drew back like a viper ready to strike and came down in one motion, tongue already finding her opening and spinning around as he sunk home.

“
Oh Jesus God…
” Her voice only lasted those three words and turned to something more akin to a desperate resignation topped off with a cherry of blind lust.

He felt her body shudder as he started his tongue just above where her ass began, then took a long, slow leisurely ride from there up, moving with a purpose, learning every soft petal and line, every indent and curve of those layers of lips.

She flowed like a sweet peach river, and Cameron drank and licked until her body tensed, her fingers dug into his head, and she screamed, her back arching and rocking her opening harder onto his working mouth.

She danced and juiced until she was a shivering, stuttering mess, but Cameron wasn’t finished yet.

He looked up to see the most beautiful sight his eyes had ever seen. Victoria spread before him, her body soft and loose and her eyes looking down at him with lust and passion that topped his dreams.

It was more than he could take, and his lips locked around her swollen, sensitive clit, giving it a little nip and lap sending her hips to the ceiling.

“God Cam — OWWW…wait, give me a second…it hurts.”

The giggling and yelping sent his heart into overdrive. The sense of responsibility for her before had been amplified a thousand fold, and he watched her body writhe and then go flaccid as he smiled up at her from his position on the throne.

“Waiting is not one of my virtues, but, okay, I’ll give you a minute. I haven’t tasted right here…or right here…definitely not here…”

He kissed and licked up and down her inner thighs until he couldn’t tell the difference between her musical laughter and sensual moans.

Every part of her tasted like some rare flower, filled with some magical nectar that only inflamed his lust. Every time his tongue touched the softness of her flesh, a jolt of blood raced and jerked at his cock as it demanded its own time.

“Umph — “

Her hips lurched up as Cameron’s mouth engulfed her again. It wasn’t enough, and she was just going to have to get used to him spending a lot of time down here, so he figured it was good training.

Cameron smiled into her soaking folds as her body took over, shaking on his mouth. He licked, nibbled, ate, and flicked his way around her pussy until her folds began to swell and turn bright pink.

She raked those claws into his forearms as he held her legs wide, and she saturated his face with her release.

There were noises coming out of her that Cameron hadn’t heard from a woman before, something between the cry of a newborn baby and the rattles of someone dying. He figured maybe that was enough for now, so he kissed his way up that luscious belly and sunk his tongue into her mouth, giving her a taste of herself.

Victoria’s tongue took ownership of his as soon as he breached her lips, spinning around and sucking her own sweet, delicious flavor from his mouth. Seeing her like this, knowing they were both tasting her sent a flaming jolt of the deepest, primal need into his gut.

His cock was greedy as fuck after that feast, but he didn’t want to hurt her anymore today. They had consummated the long simmering, unspoken lust, but he knew she was hurt, and there wasn’t any part of him that wanted to make that any worse.

He knew he couldn’t wait for another 24 hours for another go, that was about the amount of time she probably needed for a bit of recovery, but no way his boy would let him wait that long.

Cameron’s cock didn’t pretend to have any scruples and if Cameron let that ‘ol boy run the show, he would be buried inside her right now from root to tip without a care in the world. Never mind his girl would be screaming for a damn spinal block to sever the pain.

Luckily, his brain was still in charge of the situation, and that sweet mouth of hers had given him but a quick taste of exactly what charms she was hiding, so that was going to be the destination.

She pulled their faces back, and Cameron drowned for a moment in the golden cocoa color of her irises, the way the lashes fluttered like moth’s wings and her lips opened, shimmering with her own juices.

“What?” Cameron asked.

She looked like she needed to say something, and in a moment he intended for her mouth to lose the power of speech, so he figured he would give her a second even though every cell in his body functioned on a singular mission sent up from below the waist.

“Why did you leave?”

Jesus, not now, goddamn it, this conversation would have to fucking wait. Why do women always want to fucking bring deep shit up in the middle of a perfectly good fuck session? Something rattles loose in their damn brain that tells them now is a good time for a fucking conversation? I have exactly zero ability right now to form a coherent thought let along take a trip down memory lane.

“Vic, do you feel this — “

He guided her hand, wrapping it around the steel piston that was beginning to speak in tongues and make demands inside his pounding head like a drill sergeant.

“That’s all
you.
100% right now, can’t-wait-another-second because you are right here. So, that question — it’s going to have to fucking wait because what’s going on right here, can’t.”

Her hand felt like a dream already pumping up and down, giving his primed and engorged head a quick squeeze at the end of each motion.

“Fuck, Vic—” Cameron’s head fell down onto her shoulder, his eyes closed and he inhaled her soft floral scent as her hand worked unspoken wonders on his greedy dick.

“Like this? Is this good?” Her sprite like voice asking for guidance had his seed rising faster than he anticipated, ready to spray a fountain on her belly.

“Uh, yeah, that’s good — God damn.” Cameron let her explore him for a good minute, his balls tingling and tightening until he felt the drops of pre-cum easing her strokes.

He was too close, it was harder than hell, but he gently stopped her hand. He took a deep fucking breath as his brain raised the flat of revolt and bellowed some shit about violating the damn man code about stopping something as shockingly perfect as her hand around his cock.

“Was that not right?” she whispered, that hint of childlike doubt, or maybe it was just her insecurity and naiveté about this new world of dicks and balls, only making it that much harder to have her stop.

“Oh, that was right.” Cameron felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and his words felt like they stuck in his throat. “But, I need to see what more that beautiful mouth of yours has in store for my boy.”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as Cameron repositioned himself straddling her as she leaned back on the pile of seven or eight white pillows. Her hair ran down the bright white fabric in messy tendrils and rivers. Every time he looked at her, she was more stunning than the moment before.

That innocent lip biting thing was going to be the death of him.

His cock jerked up and he felt the tension rise. He knew if he didn't get a quick grip on things, he was going to cover that beautiful face before he ever found his way between those shining open lips.

“Down boy,” Cameron’s massive hand stoked his head a few times before bringing it to graze her lips just as her tongue peaked out and flicked at the drop of clear liquid that snuck out of the cleaved slit.