Page 28 of Pucking Obsessed

Her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly, and I don’t give her time to respond. I let her hands go so I can move quickly, tugging at the button of my jeans as I slide them down just enough. My fingers hook into the waistband of her jeans and panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion, exposing her to the cool night air. She steps out of them, and If I don’t get inside her, I’m going to actually combust.

I press my forehead against hers, my breath ragged, my body trembling with the force of holding back.

This is it.

I line myself up with her, my breath coming fast and hard, my entire body trembling with the need to claim her. When I push inside, all the way in one deep thrust, I lose myself completely.

She cries out, her body tensing against mine, and I realize too late how rough I’ve been. The sound of her pain cuts through the haze in my mind, and I freeze, buried to the hilt inside of her.

The tight, wet heat of her grips me, and I feel her body quiver as she sucks in sharp, shallow breaths. My stomach twists violently, guilt and possessive need warring inside me.

I drop my head to her neck, inhaling her soft scent, trying to restrain myself, but the feel of her nails digging into my shoulders only deepens the ache in my chest.

“Breathe, princess,” I whisper, and my voice breaks. She deserves so much better than this, and I know that. I’m on the verge of spilling inside of her after one stroke. I know this has nothing to do with the fact that this is my first time, and everything to do with it being her. I groan, and it’s nearly a fucking whimper as I pull back slightly, gripping her thighs and pulling her legs up to wrap around me so I can bottom out inside her. This is where I always want to be. Her chest against mine, legs locked around me while my cock twitches inside of her.

She exhales shakily, and I feel the tremor in her body as she tries to regulate the intrusion of my dick, pushing as far inside her as it can go. That instinct she has to mask her pain, to hold it all in wrecks me.

“I’m okay,” she whispers, her voice soft but steady. “It’s just really big.” She says it so innocently, like she has no idea what she’s doing to me.

I groan at her words, my cock throbbing inside her as her body adjusts to me. She’s so tight, her warmth wrapping around me like she was made for me.

But this isn’t how it should be.

I’ve spent so fucking long imagining this moment, replaying fantasies of taking her for the first time, and this isn’t it. She’s my princess. She deserves silk sheets and soft touches, hours of me worshipping every inch of her body until she’s come so many times that she passes out beneath me.

It shouldn’t be me losing control and fucking her up against a dirty tree in the middle of the woods. The third or fourth time? Absolutely, but not the first.

But even as the guilt claws at me, I can’t bring myself to pull out of her. Not when it feels like she’s trying to pull me deeper. Not when she’s gripping me so tight that I can barely breathe, her body fitting around me like a glove.

I can’t leave her warmth.

Iwon’t.

I pull out and press my hips forward instinctively, flexing just enough to feel the pressure of her fully surrounding me. The groan that escapes me is guttural and raw, a sound I can’t control.

“You took all of me, princess,” I rasp, my voice thick with reverence and awe. I might not be able to give her the first time I wanted, but I can at least talk her through this, praise her in the way she deserves. “You're doing so good, baby.”

My lips find her neck, brushing soft kisses against her skin as I try to ground myself in her. She arches into me, her chest pressing against mine, and I can feel the beat of her heart against my skin.

The words come slowly, pulled from somewhere deep inside me as I kiss her again, fucking her slowly, deliberately. If I go too fast, it’ll all be over and I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life grovelling for coming before we’ve even gotten started. “You’re such…” I pause, my lips grazing her neck, pulling all the way out. “A good…” Another kiss, one fluid stroke until my hips are fully grinding into her thighs. “Girl for me.”

Her breath catches, and I feel her sweet pussy tighten around my cock in response, the smallest movement sending little waves of pleasure through me. I kiss her roughly, my tongue flicking against hers. I love the way she tastes, and when she lets out a little whimper, I swallow it.

Every rational thought leaves my mind. My earlier resolve to take her home and do this the right way, the guilt weighing on my chest has all disappeared and has been replaced with my primal need to claim her, watch my cum drip down her soft thighs. The thought of collecting it on my fingers and pushing it back inside of her has me ready to freefall over the edge of my impending orgasm.

I move my hand from her thigh to find her clit. I need to make her come, and soon, because I’m not going to last. She’s so tight that even if I had jerked off ten times before pushing inside of her, it wouldn’t be enough to improve my stamina. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my hand coming up to wrap around her throat. “Eyes on me. I want to watch you come for me.” Madison’s eyes flutter shut and something comes over me. I thrust into her, getting the reaction I crave. She’s focused on me, giving me her full attention, and that’s the only fucking thing I want out of this life. I can’t slow down, not even when I hear her tiny whines. I know I’m being too rough, taking more than I’m giving her right now, but there’s nothing I can do to stop. I’m fucking her, giving her every emotion I’ve pent up, trying to give her time. She feels phenomenal, soft and wet in all the right places. Her body fits in my hands, just the way it was meant to. I lean into her touch, pressing my forehead against hers. The eye contact between us, has me feeling her in my fucking soul.

“Mine,” I growl, picking up speed. My hips have a mind of their own, trying to propel my cock deeper inside her than is even possible. I don’t want her to ever forget what it feels like to have my dick stretching her, claiming her. She’s fucking mine.

The distant sound of Kirsten’s obnoxious laughter echoes through the woods, and it feels like someone poured a fucking vat of ice water all over us. Voices follow, probably more people heading toward where we planned to have the after-game bonfire only a few hundred feet away.

Fuck.

A low groan escapes my lips, and anger surges through me. The thought of anyone walking over here, seeing her like this, her legs spread for me and her nipples out begging to be sucked has me raging and I haven’t even fully processed what’s happening.

I’d kill them. Every single one of them.

No one should ever see her like this. No one but me.

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