Page 67 of Pucking Obsessed

I hook my thumbs into the sides and push them down, stepping out of them quickly. The second they hit the floor, Hayden takes over, his hand tightening slightly on my neck as he pushes me forward.

My elbows hit the vanity, and the cold surface is a shock against my skin.

“Look at yourself,” Hayden murmurs, his other hand sliding down my spine before gripping my hip. “Look at how gorgeous your body is.”

My gaze locks on his in the mirror, my chest rising and falling as I wait, breathless and trembling. His hand around my neck moves to my hair. It’s mostly down with a few pieces tied back with his favorite pink satin bow. He grips so tight that I moan, tilting my head back. Then, true to his word, he thrusts into me, all at once, filling me completely.

I cry out, my hands bracing against the vanity, my eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming sensation. He nudges my leg up so my knee rests against the top of the vanity, giving him better access to thrust harder and faster inside of me.

“Keep them open,” he commands. “I want you to watch me fuck you.” My eyes fly open at his words, and he’s staring right back at me through the mirror, never breaking contact.

His hips move at an unrelenting speed, and the sound of his skin on mine fills the room. Every thrust is deep, his cock throbbing inside me, hitting that spot he found that makes my legs shake. I feel my eyes start to close again in pure pleasure only Hayden can provide me.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He groans, his hand gripping my hair tighter and pulling my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze again. “So fucking tight. You’re mine, baby. All mine.”

His words and the way he fits inside me sends me over the edge. My body clenches around him as I cry out, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.

He doesn’t stop. His hips keep slamming against me, his movements desperate like he can’t get deep enough. That’s the problem with the two of us. We can never get enough of each other.

Hayden groans, his head tipping back as he fills me, and I feel every spurt of cum he shoots inside of me. Once his breathing regulates, he pulls out of me only long enough to turn me to face him. Words of praise wash over me as he kisses my temple gently, and I feel fully sated and boneless in his arms. He scoops me up, his cock buried deep inside me once again and carries me to the bed.

I’m barely aware of the softness of the mattress as he lays me down, his body covering mine completely. His hands slide into my hair, soothing the places where he’d pulled, his touch so gentle now.

“Rest, princess,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

His lips trail down my jaw, my neck, and finally he arches above me to be able to dip his face between my breasts, where he presses a kiss right over my heart.

A soft moan escapes me, sleepy and weak. I know he likes the sounds I make for him because that one just made his cock twitch inside me.

He moves my leg, opening me up wider, and a soft whimper escapes my lips. My eyes flutter shut, and I let myself drift, because my body is completely his tonight.

“I could spend the rest of my life just like this,” he groans, his voice muffled against my skin. “I’ve always been selfish when it comes to you, princess. I won’t share a second of your time or attention with another soul.”

Another kiss follows, this time to my neck. His hand trails down my outer thighs as he hooks my leg over his ass, pulling me even closer, like I wasn’t already completely his. He turns us on our sides, and the comforter drapes over us with a tug. That’s when I realize he’s going to sleep fully inside me, and I love that so much.

He settles back down and his arm slides up my back until he’s cradling the back of my neck like I’m made of glass. His other hand cups my breast, and it feels like such a Hayden thing to do that I relax deeper into his chest.

“I love you, princess,” he murmurs. “I love you so much.” His hand moves from my breast, finding my hand that’s tucked against his chest. His fingers lace through mine like they have many times before. His thumb brushes over my knuckles in slow, lazy strokes.

He finds my ring finger, his touch lingering there, rubbing over it with more care.

“I can’t wait to make it official, princess,” he whispers, and the way he says it lets me know that he already has something planned.

I try to open my eyes, but they’re too heavy, and Hayden’s steady breathing lulls me further to sleep.

HAYDEN

THREE WEEKS LATER

The loud banging rips me out of sleep, and my first instinct is to reach for the gun in my nightstand. Everything might be over, but I’m not taking any chances of letting my guard down. It’s been a few weeks since we got rid of all the fuckers my sister convinced to help with her stupid little game. So far we haven’t been questioned about anything other than briefly like every other student. Ramsey really came through, providing us with alibis and altering the digital footprint of everyone involved to ensure no one would suspect we took care of things ourselves.

Madison stirs against me, her body molded perfectly to mine. I’m still inside of her trapping my cum exactly where it belongs, and the thought of having to pull out makes me irrationally angry.

“Shh,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Go back to sleep, princess.”

She hums something mostly incoherent, but I hear my name and I can’t help but grin. Pulling out of her slowly, I feel her walls clench instinctively, and it’s almost enough to keep me in bed. Her pussy is swollen and slick from all the times I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but I force myself to slide out gently.

I tug on a pair of sweats and grab my gun. The banging continues, and I swear under my breath. If this isn’t life-or-death, someone’s about to regret existing.

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