Page 18 of Pucking Obsessed

He smirks, leaning closer, and his thumb presses just a little harder against my skin and then soothes the same spot by gently rubbing over it. “Yes, baby. Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything for you,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine so lightly I’m not sure it could even be considered a kiss. My nipples harden and I’m suddenly wondering what it would feel like to have the bare skin of his tightly muscled chest pressed against me. I should push him away, but I can’t.

He lets go of my wrists, using his now free hand to brush my hair away from my neck. His mouth is there, pressing kisses and then his tongue flicks out, tasting me and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he says, voice low and rough, like it’s a secret he’s sharing with me alone. Instead of answering him, I push up on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck trying to press myself closer.

He shifts, moving his lips to mine, just brushing them against me in the lightest, softest kiss. He’s doing this on purpose, trying to get me to beg him for more.

I pull back, looking up at him, and chills run down my neck when he brushes the wispy hair from my face. He frowns for a moment when he says, “Why didn’t you come to my game?”

I swallow hard because both of his hands are on my hips and I can feel the heat radiating off of his palms seeping into my skin. “Your sister and Winter never came by to pick me up.”

Hayden glares down at me, that dark, unrelenting energy rolling off him in waves. I can’t help the laugh that slips out, even though my pulse pounds in my throat. “You can’t kill your sister, you know. She probably had a good reason for ditching me.”

His frown deepens, like he’s already certain she didn’t.

I shift, just a little, and my body brushes against his. The contact feels like a spark. He groans low, hand finding my neck again like they were made for each other. His fingers tighten, his hips snapping forward in a way that makes me feel every inch of him, hard and wanting, pressing into me.

Hayden’s chest rises and falls too quickly, his restraint slipping. He drops his forehead to mine like he’s fighting himself. His free hand moves, dragging up my thigh, slow and deliberate, until his fingers disappear beneath the hem of my dress.

My breath catches. He grips my hip, firm and possessive, before sliding back down and hooking my leg up over his hip. My body arches into him instinctively, and the moment he presses against me,right there,the air gets knocked out of my lungs.

He curses under his breath, and a strangled sound escapes my lips at the same time. I don’t want him to stop, not even for a second, but I know I need to slow this down. A shaky breath escapes me as I try to hold on—try not to melt entirely into the wall he now has me pinned against. “You’re telling me,” I start, my voice soft but teasing, “that someone who knows exactly where to put pressure on my neck to send pleasure shooting through every nerve in my body has never had sex?”

“I swear on everything I’ve never touched another woman. And I never will.”

His voice is rough, like he’s ripping the words out of himself. As crazy as it sounds, I believe him. There’s no hint of a lie, nothing but truth and need staring back at me. He wants me. And what scares me the most is that, deep down, I want him far more than I ever thought possible.

“Hayden, we shouldn’t…” I start, but the words break apart as he pushes closer and even though he has sweats on, the tip of his dick brushes against my panties and he seems to know right where to push to put the most delicious pressure on my clit.

He drops his head, his face burying into the crook of my neck, and I freeze. The way he leans into me, the way his hands flex against my skin is driving me wild.

His lips are soft but deliberate, and heat floods through me. “I didn’t know how much I needed this until I felt you in my hands,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp against my skin. As if to prove his point, he digs his fingers into my thigh, his grip both possessive and reverent.

“Let me taste you, princess,” he growls, voice thick with gravel. “Please.”

My breath stutters. I’m trembling, unsteady. I don’t have the willpower to tell him no, not when every nerve in my body is screaming for him. I tense as Hayden slowly lowers to his knees in front of me. He lifts my dress just enough to press a kiss to my stomach, and the heat of his mouth makes my muscles quiver. His hands slide to my hips, fingers curling under the band of the light pink lacy panties Hayden apparently hand picked off my pinterest board. I don’t stop him. I can’t. My hands instinctively lift and settle on his broad shoulders.

His fingers start to drag my panties down, and my heart jolts.

“Wait!” I say, and Hayden’s head snaps up, eyes blazing with something feral. Desire, both raw and untamed, burns there.“I’ve never let anyone…” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.

His expression darkens further, his features sharpening into something I can’t place. “Good girl.” His voice is a low, guttural growl as he praises me. “No one else will ever know how sweet you taste.”

Before I can process his words, he slides my panties down my legs, shoving them into the pocket of his hoodie like he’s claiming them. Claiming me. Hayden pushes my dress back up, baring me to him, and I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself.

The first brush of his tongue against my bare pussy sends a shockwave through my body. My knees threaten to buckle, and a sound of nothing but pleasure escapes me

“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my thigh tighter, his free hand spreading me open so he can taste me better. I’m soaked, and we both know it’s because of him. He pushes his finger at my entrance, barely pushing the tip inside and I flinch, trying to jerk away from him. He has big, long fingers and if he’s not gentle, it’s going to hurt. I brace myself, but the intrusion never comes. “My God. You’re so tight. My cock is going to be the first thing inside of you. Not today, but soon,” he promises.

I jerk at the sensation when his tongue finds my clit. It’s electric, too much and not enough all at once. Hayden seems to notice, zeroing in on the spot, flicking and sucking until my legs start to shake. My hands fist in the fabric covering his shoulders, holding on for dear life and praying he doesn’t stop anytime soon.

“That’s it, baby. Hold onto me, I’ve got you,” he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating through every nerve in my body. My thighs tremble as I start to fall apart.

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice coaxing, demanding. “I need to taste your cum. For me, baby. Let go. Let me take care of you.”

And I do. I shatter beneath his ministrations, my body shaking as the waves crash over me. Hayden doesn’t stop, his mouth stays on me, licking me through the most intense orgasm of my life. He steals every drop of my release until I collapse against the wall, boneless and breathless. I’m convinced I’m only still upright because his hands are gripping me.

I barely register him standing until I feel his arms slip under me, lifting me like I weigh nothing. Hayden carries me across the cathedral, his chest solid and warm beneath me as he lowers us onto a pew. He pulls me onto his lap, holding me close, and I start to stir, reality crashing back in.

“I, um…what about you?” I shift on his lap, trying to reach for him. “I’ve never, ya know…” my face burns with embarrassment, but I manage to get the words out. “But I want to try.” His hand strokes up my thigh, to my hip, before curling me closer to his chest.

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