Page 56 of Pucking Obsessed

“I need you inside me,” I whisper against his lips, my voice trembling with need. “I need you to fuck me.”

Hayden’s breath catches, and he groans, the sound vibrating against my mouth. His hands move quickly, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself, and my breath catches when I feel him, hot and hard against my thigh.

His hands are on my hips again, gripping tightly as he hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them to the side. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his voice nothing but reverent as his gaze drops to where our bodies are about to meet.

I lift myself slightly, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance as the head of his cock presses against my opening. Thestretch is slow and deliberate, every inch of him filling me more than I think I can take, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.

“Fuck, Hayden,” I gasp, my nails biting into his skin as I’m fully seated on him.

“God, baby,” he groans, his head falling back as his fingers dig into my hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

I pause for a moment, my forehead resting against his as I adjust to the size of him. No matter how often Hayden is inside of me, every time the fullness is almost overwhelming.

“You’re so deep,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, and his grip tightens in response.

“Say it,” he demands. “Say you love me.”

My hips begin to move, slow at first, rolling against him as my body stretches and accommodates him. “I love you, Hayden,” I gasp, my words punctuated by the steady rhythm of my movements. “I fucking love you.”

His hips snap up to meet mine, his thrusts deeper and faster, his breath coming in short gasps against my neck. “One of these days,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear, “I’m going to give you my last name, and you’ll have my children. You’re mine, princess. You belong to me.”

His words send a wave of heat through me, my pussy clenching tightly around him. He feels it, groaning against my neck as I bounce on him, our pace quickening with every long, deep stroke.

“Come for me,” he begs, his voice breaking. “I need to feel you.”

Hayden’s hand moves between us, his fingers find my clit. It’s only a few flicks of his fingers and my body shakes as the orgasm rips through me. I lean forward and my cries are muffled against his shoulder. Both of his hands are back on my hips now,his thumbs rubbing in soothing circular motions as I come down from my high.

When I sit up straight, my pussy grinding on his hardness, he doesn’t waste any time. Hayden’s lips latch onto my nipple again, sucking hard as he keeps thrusting, dragging out every ounce of my release he possibly can. He lets go of my breast with a gasp, his face burying in the crook of my neck as his thrusts become slower, more purposeful, and seem to reach deeper inside of me. Hayden’s grip on my hips tightens one last time, holding me in place as he comes, the heat of him flooding inside me.

“Mine,” he groans possessively, his arms wrapping around me like he’s afraid to let go. “You’re finally fucking mine.”

And as I sink against him, his hands stroking my back in the quiet aftermath, I know I always will be.

HAYDEN

My eyes are locked on Madison and the rest of the field might as well not exist. Her ponytail bounces with every movement, that sleek uniform hugging her body in all the right ways. My jaw tightens as I watch her move, flipping into a stunt before landing gracefully and spinning toward the sideline. She’s pure perfection, and I hate that anyone else gets to see her like this. I make a mental note to petition the school to change the cheer uniforms to giant sweatshirts that can be worn over a snow suit and for really nippy days they could have an ankle length parka to choose from. I roll my eyes because she would say I’m being ridiculous, but I’m being reasonable because I haven’t gouged any eyeballs out, and that’s personal growth.

I scan the field just beyond where she’s practicing just to see who might be paying too much attention to her. We still haven’t figured out who that coward was who ran away while his little buddies took the heat. I haven’t heard anyone bring up Dawson, not even a mention of his parents being concerned. Ramsey was able to spoof his and Kyle’s credit cards to make it seem like they’re making purchases, traveling around to different tourist areas.

“Jesus, man.” There’s a slap to my shoulder, and I scowl as Callum steps into my line of sight.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snap, pulling my hands from my pockets because if he says something to annoy me, we’re about to tussle.

Callum chuckles. “I know you’re busy being a creepy boyfriend, but we’ve got a problem.”

My scowl deepens. “What the fuck is it now?”

He clears his throat, glancing around like he doesn’t want to draw attention, then pulls a pocket knife from his jeans and hands it to me. The handle is a worn red, and when I open it, the blade is dull with age.

“Thanks, I’ll definitely use this if I’m ever in a knife fight with a slow-moving senior citizen,” I say. “I probably have tetanus just from touching this thing.”

Normally, he’d laugh and throw a smart-ass comment back, but this time, he just bumps my shoulder, and there’s not a hint of a smile. “That was stabbed into my tire when I went to get in my truck,” he says quietly.

My brow furrows. “I’ve seen at least a dozen puck bunnies threaten your life so?—”

“Shut up,” Callum says, glancing around again. Then he snatches the knife back from me, flicking it open fully and pointing to the broken tip. “This is the knife I killed my father with when I was a kid. I don’t think that’s a fucking coincidence. I’m definitely next. Those records are sealed. Whoever’s doing this shit has a lot of time on their hands,” Callum says quietly.

If we don’t find this fucker, I’m going to lose it. “Where was the knife the last time you saw it?”

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