FORCE: Alpha Badboy MMA Romance (39 page)

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The room seemed to get smaller with her so damn close.

Breathe dude. Don’t fucking forget to breathe.

Cameron could barely hold himself back from grabbing her and pushing her into the wall with her skirt up and his mouth working toward home plate. Home run. Touchdown. Finish line. Whatever you wanted to call it, that shit was calling him, and it made it almost impossible to fucking focus.

But, today was a new day, and he needed to be sure she understood once and for all.

Deep breath and go. Balls out, make it happen don't fuck it up, dick wad.

“I fucking love you, Victoria. That’s first; I want to be sure you hear me. I. LOVE. YOU. Not like a sister or a friend or any fucking thing but the way someone loves someone one damn time in their whole shitty life.”

Every breath she took, Cameron watched the supple roundness of her glorious tits rise and fall. His misbehaving cock was on the damn warpath. It had been six days, seven hours and 36 minutes since he was inside her last, and his boy was howling at the moon, ready to go.

He did his best to settle things down south, now was not the time and intellectually he knew it, but the primal caveman in him had its own agenda and the hell if it wasn’t wreaking havoc. He needed her to rein in that Neanderthal in more ways than one.

“Cam — God, it’s just, it’s not ever —” She sat down in an upholstered chair, crossing her beautiful legs as her voice cracked.

“Sssshhh. Just let me get this all out. Talking is not one of my strengths, you know that, so, please. For once, just shut the hell up and listen.” He pulled his shoulders back, squared off and dove in.

“I can’t live without you, Vic. I can’t. I tried, and it almost killed me. You are mine, and I’m yours and you know it and I know it. You are as much a part of me as my own soul, my own breath. But I can’t fucking live like this. Us, going back and forth, I’d rather be dead. So, here’s the straight up truth bomb — I’m a fuck up. I don’t always listen, and I’m demanding as hell and you deserve more.

I can be a psychopath when people fuck with you, and I can’t change that, but I can tell you I know you need more. You need me to not be such a domineering asshole sometimes. I get it. I’m no summer picnic and I will never be. I’ll always want to fuck you long and hard and six ways ‘til Sunday with my teeth on your skin and my hand on your ass, but I also know you need my ears open, and my mouth shut sometimes.

And, I need you. Every damn part of you. All the time, every fucking day until they put us in the damn ground. Life’s fucked us in some ways, Vic, but I’d do it all again and more if it meant I get to have you in the end.”

All he could see was her, sitting there, her warm brown eyes round and her mouth open just enough to part her soft shining pink lips as he spilled out everything his heart had to say.

“I need you and you need me now more than ever. I’m here; I’m here for you. Tell me what I need to do, Vic. I feel like I’m walking on broken glass without you; I’m fucking worthless. You are the only god damn thing that makes sense to me in this fucked up world. So tell me how I can put it back together. I fucked it up, I see that now. I overreacted and blew up my own dream. Our dream. So, God —” He never heard himself plead with anyone before. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you love me, and nothing else matters. I’m right fucking here, tell me what to do, Vic.”

Cameron didn’t even realize he was on his knees, his face buried in her lap for a moment before his hands moved to the swell of her hips and his eyes raised to see the first salty drops fall out of her eyes.

A crippling fear washed over him as she sat silent. Everything he ever wanted teetered on this moment. Teetered on the words that would come out of her mouth in the next few seconds.

“Cam, God, I don’t know. I just don’t know if I can live like this. You’re too much, I told you that before we started. I know you. I know how you are. You’re like a fire that consumes everything in its path, including me. I love you; I do. I just don’t think we can —”

All he heard was the ‘I love you.’

Everything else was noise. She looked at him with sad eyes, but behind the brown and gold, he saw red — the same crimson fire that burned in his gut right now.

“Stop, you’re saying the words because it’s what you think you should say. What are you feeling, Vic? When you look at me, when I touch you —” He slipped his hands behind her back, gently rubbing the little indent just above her ass.

He thought of every inch of her, how he had discovered her over the weeks they were together, how he tasted her, memorized her, and marked her as his own.

He could feel the pain in her, the crossed wires that were telling her she didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve to be loved the way he loved her.

“Tell me what you feel — not what you think.” Cameron took a risk, his hand lowered, slipping up under the hem of her skirt and following the soft path toward the magic heat between her legs. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t give her a chance to reason and protest.

Instead, he moved the backs of his fingers over the soft cotton that covered those sweet naked lips; gently, slowly, his eyes locked onto her watching for the fire to ignite.

Cameron never worried about tomorrow until today. In the deepest place in his soul, he wanted to be worthy of her love. Be worthy of her future.

He wanted her more than ever, more than the first time, more than he wanted to live. The memory of her scent and the way her body molded around him when he pressed inside her had his mind at a fever pitch.

He could feel the heat between her legs. Then, it was there.

A halted, stilted moan fell painfully from her lips as he caressed her back and forth, sending his own need into the stratosphere.

He wanted all of her, in every way, in every second, all at once. He wanted to make love to her, slow and steady, watching her face and guiding her toward the edge of her bliss.

He wanted to take her like a demon takes a soul; hard, ruthless — up against the wall. Tearing into her like a predator, staking his claim on her body with his own until she melted and succumbed to his power.

When he heard the second gasping moan, he moved his fingers under the elastic that tightened around the top of her thigh. It was a moment of sheer bliss when her wet heat met with his fingertips, and he guided them inside, feeling her juices flowing and he knew she needed him just like he needed her.

Now, instead of fighting it, he wanted to show her how much he loved her with his touch. How much he needed her and how important this was. It was more than fucking or making love, it was a final bonding of two souls.

“God, Vic, Jesus — I love you so fucking much.” Cameron pulled her face down as he stretched his chest upward, his fingers playing with her wet inner beauty as he fused his mouth with hers.

Allowing her tongue to take the lead, he waited until the moment she pushed between their lips. As soon as he felt her tongue, a relief so deep and complete washed over him like a baptizing tide.

She’s here, Jesus God thank you, she’s back. I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve this, but I promise not to fuck it up again.

He glided in and out of her, finding the river of her juice as he plunged one long finger deep, wanting to feel every part of her from the inside. Her legs parted, their kisses becoming feverish as they struggled to breathe.

If she had not owned his heart before now, it was a done deal, cemented and locked away with no chance of ever being undone. Her body grasped his fingers; he moved slowly, in and out as he bit down on her neck, marking her as she let out a squeak, and her body shook.

He found the little hard pearl, his thumb making sure to pay homage as he listened to her breath in his ear. He worked inside her, around, back and forth; loving her with his fingers until her eyes closed, and her hands gripped the rounded fabric arms of the plush chair.

Cameron’s cock was at full bore, pushing up under his belt, but he wanted to worship at the altar of the beautiful girl that had stolen his heart so many years ago. She deserved it all — and more — and he knew he was the man to give it to her.

The way her body moved onto his hand made him ache. His need beginning to drive a stake through his heart as he watched her face soften, her eyes fluttering as he worked his curled fingers inside her soft heat.

“Cum babygirl, cum — I love you, I’ll always be here, I’ll always protect you. I’ll never leave.”

Holy fuck, I may just gore her with my damn dick it’s so fucking hard right now.

He mounted her mouth with his own, his tongue taking charge as he churned inside her, edging her toward the line even as she whispered, worried that someone would hear them.

Cameron heard none of it; she needed this, and he was going to bring her the pleasure she deserved. With a moan that sounded like a sob, she came on his hand, flooding him with warm wetness as her body shivered and clenched.

She couldn’t have been more beautiful than in that moment. The soft lines and curves of her body arched, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his body against hers as she rode the waves of her climax.

Even before she took her first cleansing, peaceful breath, her hands were on his belt, pulling and demanding.

She whispered soft pleading noises into Cameron’s ear, they quickly became more determined, cries of a deep need, and his cock was more than ready to defile her in any way she might choose.

“Are you sure, babe?”

It took a damn lot of control to give her this out, but he was trying to be a new man, and giving her a choice when there were surely a band of ears up against the door seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do.

“Yes, God, please. Fuck me, now, right now.”

“No problem, babe —”

Holy fuck, jackpot. Dude, you are the luckiest motherfucker in the damn world.

Her hands found the hard rod of his cock and Cameron felt the world start to spin.

She played with the skin, gliding her firm grasp up and down, twisting and toying with his drenched head until Cameron saw stars dance in his eyes.

Her scent was more than he could take, as her hands worked him from below, he brought his soaking fingers to his mouth. As she watched, he sucked every drop of her sweet flavor, wishing they had the time he needed to really take care of her.

For now, they needed this, they need to bond again, for Cameron to drive inside of her until they didn’t know where their own being ended or the other began.

Cameron wrapped his fingers into her hair, pulling back until her face looked up. He rose above her in the chair, his cock as hard as folded steel, jutting out from the dark confines of his suit, the head shining with his pre-cum.

He straddled the arms of the chair, her mouth already moving, her hands on the base of his shaft.

“Oh my God —” Cameron hadn’t remembered just how fucking good her mouth felt around his cock.

The way her lips took him inside was almost more than he could take. He felt his seed sprinting upward as she did ungodly things to his dripping slit with her tongue, then sucked him inside the heat of her mouth in one demanding move.

He held her head by the hair, pulsing his hips until he felt her open her throat and take him deep and full until the room began to spin, and he knew he wouldn’t last another moment.

“God, babe — stop.
Fuck
—” Cameron fought off the retaliation of his cock as he pulled out of her mouth.

“Fuck me.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes; her lips shining and a hitch in her voice that only made her more tempting than she had ever been.

By the time she took her next breath, Cameron had her by the waist, up and out of the chair with her dress flipped over her ass.

How did I live without her for so fucking long? She’s so beautiful, so perfect, that ass — fuck me sideways — that ass is doing to be the death of me.

As much as he wanted to take a full 24 hours and rediscover her an inch at a time, he knew right now they needed to move fast.

Not only because of the groupies undoubtedly gathered outside the door, but because they needed it. Hard, fast, and without pretense.

He bent her in half, her face down and her ass up and he pulled those sweet, wet panties away from her crotch. The glistening, pink slit peeking up at him as he lead his cock to her opening.

“Tell me what you need, babygirl.”

“Please, I need you. Inside me,
please
—”

Her hand came around, flailing — trying to guide him and implore him to move faster.

“Do you love me? Do you need me?”

“Yes, so much. I do love you. I need you — now. Please Cam — I can’t wait.”

Her voice shook and broke in a desperate plea.

Her voice spurred him on, and he took a deep shaking breath as the tip of his cock slid into her slick, tight heat.

Oh, fuck yes, babygirl. That is some world class pussy, don’t fucking go off right here Cameron — it’s been too God damn long, I make no promises.