Page 37 of Pucking Obsessed

“That’s it, baby,” he says as he continues to work me through my climax. “You’re doing so well, tell me how it feels. Use your words.”

“Amazing,” I gasp, my breath hitching as the pleasure ripples through me. “Not as good as your cock,” I add, a boldness in my tone that surprises even me.

MADISON

Hayden doesn’t give me a moment to breathe, let alone adjust. He’s already shifting onto his knees, his hands gripping my hips possessively, as if he needs to be inside me more than anything else in this world. My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the hot, hard length of him pressing insistently at my entrance. The tip nudges inside me, and he lets out a sound so raw and primal it sends a shiver racing down my spine. It’s something between a groan and a moan, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight for me. You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, his voice rough with need. His hips press forward, and I gasp as he stretches me, the sensation a blend of burning and pleasure that has me instinctively pressing my hands against his chest.

He leans down, his face hovering just above mine, his breath warm against my lips. “I’m not going to last long,” he murmurs, his voice cracking with raw honesty, “but I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

The words send a rush of warmth through me as he pushes deeper, his hips rolling forward until he’s fully seated inside me.I feel impossibly full, and there’s a sharp, burning stretch that radiates through me. I can’t help but squirm beneath him.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” Hayden pants, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re doing so well. Let me just—” He lifts my leg to wrap around his hip, the angle making him sink even deeper, and I can’t hold back the moan that spills from my lips.

His chest drops against mine, pressing me further into the mattress as he dips his head into the crook of my neck. His damp hair brushes against my cheek, and the heat of his breath skates over my skin. “How the fuck did I survive without you?” he whispers, the words vibrating against my throat.

He starts moving, his hips drawing back only to slam forward, and the rhythm is feral, desperate, as if he’s holding back nothing. He’s finally taking what he needs from me. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, his groans, my soft gasps, and the wet slap of his hips meeting mine.

The burn of his intrusion gives way to something hotter that settles low in my belly. My hands slide up his back, my fingers digging into the hard muscle as I cling to him because the sensation is overwhelming.

“Wait, wait. Hayden,” I gasp, as the realization hits me. “You need a condom, I’m not on birth control yet.”

For a moment, I think he hasn’t heard me. His hips don’t stop, and his mouth is suddenly at my neck, his teeth grazing my skin before he bites down gently, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. He soothes the mark with his tongue, a low, possessive growl rumbling from his chest.

“I know, princess. I know you’re not,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with unabashed hunger.

My heart stutters, his words sinking in, and my body tenses beneath him.He knows.“Hayden?—”

“My God, you’re perfect,” he cuts me off, pulling out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back inside with a force that makes me cry out in pleasure.

His hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit with a practiced ease like he’s known my body for centuries. He rubs tight, deliberate circles, and the dual sensation of his cock thrusting inside me and his fingers working me sends me spiraling.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he groans, his voice strained as if he’s on the verge of losing control. “I’m going to fill your perfect little body with my cum. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to make you mine. Come with me,” he growls, his words raw and possessive.

I try to respond, but the words won’t come. I shift my hips, allowing him a better angle to fuck me deeper. This is what he needs, I can see it in the way his eyes light up at the tiny adjustment.

“That’s it, princess,” Hayden murmurs just before his lips crash against mine, his kiss demanding, furious, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he doesn’t keep me locked to him in every way possible. His hands slide up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks and he’s still moving his hips, driving his cock deeper inside my pussy.

He fills me completely, the stretch still intense, but my body molds around him, welcoming him in a way that makes my cheeks flush with heat. There’s something addictive about the way he moves, about the way his body demands mine to yield, and I give it willingly. He’s relentless, each thrust coming more quickly now, driving me closer to the edge again, but when I look up at him, I see the softness in his eyes.

The way he’s moving inside me, the heat in his voice, and the feel of his fingers pushes me over the edge. My body tightens, thepleasure so sharp it feels like I’m not going to make it out of this alive. It would be worth it, I decide.

I gasp, his name breaking on my lips as my orgasm crashes over me. My legs shake, my body arching into him as I come, and I feel the flood of wetness pooling around his cock.

He thrusts into me harder, faster, chasing his own release. My trembling fingers lift to push his messy hair out of his eyes, and he leans into my touch. A groan rumbles deep in his chest, his hips snapping forward one final time before he shudders above me, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with warmth, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s intimate, overwhelming, and all-consuming.

“Fuck,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as he breathes heavily, his body still tense, as if he’s holding himself back from completely collapsing onto me. His forearms frame my head, and I can feel his muscles trembling from the strain of keeping his weight off me.

He slowly pulls back, his cock sliding just enough to make me feel the movement, but he stops and pushes back in, his cum staying buried deep inside me. A soft whimper escapes my lips at the sensation, and his gaze snaps to mine, his eyes blazing.

“Mine,” he whispers the promise. His lips find mine again, but this time the kiss is softer. He brushes his mouth over mine like he’s savoring every second, and when he pulls back, his lips trail down to my neck. His nose brushes my skin as he breathes me in, nuzzling the crook of my neck like he’s never going to let me go.

I shift beneath him, my body sensitive and aching, but he stops me with a firm hand on my hip. “Don’t move,” he growls with a tender dominance. He presses deeper inside me, his semi-hard cock making me gasp as it stretches me again. “Mine. You’re mine.”

Hayden rolls us onto our sides, his strong arm pulling me closer until my leg drapes over his hip. He adjusts the luxurious comforter over us, cocooning us in warmth. As he tucks me against his chest, his cock stays buried inside me, and the intimate connection is something I didn’t know I needed. I can feel his breath against my hair, steady and calming, and the way his hand strokes my back in soothing circles. “Don’t be surprised if when you wake up, I’m still inside you.”

My pussy clenches at the thought of waking up to him already fucking me, but I don’t have the words right now. All I can muster is a soft, “Yes please.” He must find that funny because his chest bounces with the laugh he’s trying to hold in.

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