Page 52 of Pucking Obsessed

The wordbabyhits me like a fucking freight train, and everything stops for half a second. She’s never called me that before, and it’s like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins.

“Say it again,” I demand, my voice rough as I thrust harder, cutting her off before she can finish.

“Hayden—”

“Say it.”

Her body trembles again, her voice breaking as she moans. “Baby.”

It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t stop now. I won’t. My hand tightens in her hair, keeping her head tilted toward me as I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “You don’t get to tell me to pull out,” I growl. “You’re mine. Every fucking part of you and I will fill you with my cum.”

She shifts, trying to twist around to face me, but it’s not up for discussion. I flip her over on her stomach and press her down flat into the mattress, my hand firm on her back as I fuck her. My hips have a mind of their own and the only goal is to fill her so completely that she’s tied to my soul. “Your pussy was meant for me to breed. You can feel it, I know you do. You crave it,” I rasp, my voice a low snarl. “I’ll always cum inside you. In your mouth. In your pussy. In your ass. I don’t care where it is, as long as I’m inside you.”

Her breath catches, and her soft whimper turns into a broken cry made of pure pleasure as I come harder than I think I ever have before, even with Madison. I stay buried inside her, holding her tight as my chest rises and falls against her back.

I pull out slowly, my cock still hard enough to make me want more, but I need her closer. I roll her onto her side, pulling her leg over my hip and sliding back into her, slower this time, until I’m seated as deeply as possible.

She groans, her fingers brushing against my chest. “That was intense,” she whispers, her voice sleepy and raw, but there’s no protest in her tone. I suspect Madison knows that when she tells me I can’t finish inside of her, it makes something primal snapinside of me. I’d be willing to wager that she loves that part of me.

I flex my hips just enough to give us both a little jolt of pleasure. “I’m not going to fuck you again right now. I just need to be inside you. Just like this.”

Madison’s body melts into mine, her breathing steady as I bury my face in her neck, my hand cupping her breast, my cock still buried deep. Suddenly all the stress that was plaguing me has dissipated and the only thing on my mind is my girl.

MADISON

Aweek after the wedding that technically made Hayden my stepbrother, it doesn’t feel like anything has changed. Winter sits across from me, her long fishtail braid draped over her shoulder as she picks at her eggs. It’s hard to concentrate with the dining hall’s morning energy being like this. It’s a weird vibe, because everyone is talking about Bethany. I didn’t see it for myself, but apparently some weird posts were made on her social accounts at 2 AM on the dot, and there’s speculation that it wasn’t her who made the posts. It’s kind of a weird phenomenon, if you ask me. No one seemed to pay attention to her when she was around every day, but now that no one has seen her in quite a while, suddenly everyone is so invested in where she is. Conspiracy theories are swirling all over campus. The one most people seem to be leaning toward is that she’s doing it for attention so she can make a grand reentrance on campus. There’s a pit in my stomach that tells me it’s something darker than that.

Callum slides his tray onto the table next to Winter and drops into the seat beside her with all the grace of a bulldozer.

“Don’t you have somewhere better to be?” I tease, raising an eyebrow as he unwraps his bagel. He plays the oafish olderbrother Winter and I need when Hayden and Tristan aren’t around.

“Nope.” He smirks, grabbing a knife and a little tub of cream cheese. “Yourboyfriendsare off doing hacker shit, which makes me your bodyguard for the morning.” Oh, he’s feeling sassy today, apparently.

Winter’s eyebrows shoot up, and she snickers into her orange juice. “Bodyguard? You? You’d trade us for a cookie.”

Callum ignores her for a moment, spreading cream cheese over one half of his bagel with the precision of someone who clearly takes baked goods very seriously. “Chocolate chip? Yeah, probably,” he says, slathering peanut butter on the other half of the bagel with the same knife, “but I gotta play nice since forty-two people have tried to kill you this semester,” he says, smirking at the blatant exaggeration.

Winter tilts her head, her expression thoughtful. “I just don’t understand the endgame. They’ve tried to embarrass Kirsten and me. They didn’t hurt us when they could’ve, at least that night in the woods. What’s the point?”

I shift in my chair because Tristan is about to blow a gasket. “You know about the newspapers?” I ask.

Winter nods, her face tightening with a grimace. “Tristan goes overboard trying to protect me,” she says softly, taking a small sip of her orange juice. “He feels guilty for what happened, and I don’t know if he’ll ever get over it.”

“I don’t even know what to say, but if you ever need someone to listen, I’m pretty good at that,” I offer and she turns toward me, her hair falling completely off her shoulder as she does. I decide to change the subject to something a little brighter and point to the intricate braid. “How do you even do that? It always looks so perfect.”

Winter blushes at the compliment and says, “Tristan braids it for me every day.” She looks away for a moment like she’s notsure what she wants to say. Finally, she looks me in the eye and says, “When I was hurt in the carjacking, I was in pretty bad shape. I couldn’t lift my arms over my head to braid my hair. I always kept it in a pretty simple braid for ballet practice, so Tristan learned to braid my hair.”

Callum grins, letting out an, “Aww.” I can’t discern if he’s being sarcastic or if he genuinely thinks it’s sweet.

Winter must not know either, because she tosses a balled up napkin at him before telling me, “When I healed up, he just never stopped.” She gives me a shy smile when she says, “It looks better when he does it, so I don’t have any complaints.”

We both glance over as Callum presses the two halves of the bagel together like some Frankenstein creation and I can see the cream cheese and peanut butter mixing together as it spills out the side. My nose wrinkles, and I can’t stop myself. “Are you okay? That can’t be good?”

His grin widens just before he takes an obnoxiously large bite. “So fucking good, you have no idea. You gotta try it, Madi,” he says around a mouthful of bagel.

Winter smirks, swirling the pink straw in her orange juice bottle. “I know someone else who eats cream cheese and peanut butter bagels.”

Callum’s chewing slows, his gaze narrowing. “Don’t start on that shit again. She’s my–” Callum starts, but Winter wiggles her pointer finger at him, effectively cutting him off.

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