Page 36 of Pucking Obsessed

I glance down and see the faint remnants of dried blood on the shaft, a reminder of how roughly he took me earlier in the woods. My stomach tightens at the memory, both pleasure and pain flickering through me.

“This time, it won’t hurt,” Hayden murmurs, his voice rough like he’s trying to restrain himself.

Heat blooms in my cheeks, and my nipples harden as his words sink in, thoughts of him bending me over and slamming that huge cock inside me flashing vividly through my mind.

Hayden pulls me in the shower with him and grabs a bottle of body wash, the spicy scent of it filling the room as he squeezesit onto his chest. The soap slides down his skin, tracing every defined ridge of his abs and the sharp v-cut of his hips. My mouth goes dry, and my gaze follows the suds as they drip lower and lower.

He reaches for my hand and presses my palm against his chest. His skin is hot and slick under my touch, the muscles engaged like he wants me to touch every one of them.

“If you haven’t noticed, I like when your hands are on me,” he says, his voice is less playful now.

Emboldened, I lift my other hand, running them both down his chest, across the planes of his abs, and lower toward the sharp cut of his hips. His body tenses under my touch, and a low groan escapes him and he pulls my hand away from his cock. “As much as I want that right now. I want to come inside you.”

Hayden doesn’t wait for me to respond, and quickly finishes washing his hair and the rest of his body. I don’t stop touching him, letting my fingers explore every inch of him. Feeling a spark of mischief, I look up at him through my lashes and slowly trace my name,Madi, in the dripping suds on his chest.

Another groan rumbles from him. “Holy shit,” he says, rinsing off the soap with a quick efficiency before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me and then one around his hips.

His strong arms lift me effortlessly, carrying me back into his room. The warmth of his towel-covered body seeps into mine as he gently lays me on the bed, unwrapping the towel and revealing my bare skin to his hungry gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Hayden whispers, his voice seems to be nothing but reverence as he leans over me, his hands bracing on either side of my head.

Quickly, Hayden is on the bed, his large frame covering mine, his towel abandoned on the floor. His skin is still damp from the shower, and the heat rolling off him feels like it’s sinking into my bones. The mattress dips under his weight, and he braceshimself on his forearms, caging me in. His fingers tangle into my hair, gently tugging, and his hips press between my thighs, aligning perfectly with my body.

I feel the full length of his cock pressing against me, hard and demanding, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through me. My breath catches as his lips find mine, his kiss slow and deliberate, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and claiming it as his. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates between us as our slick skin slides together, amplifying the intensity of every touch.

I brace myself for the sharp intrusion of him plunging inside me, my body already anticipating the stretch, but Hayden surprises me. Instead, he begins a slow descent, his lips leaving a fiery trail down my neck. He presses open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there, his tongue teasing, and my body arches instinctively to give him better access.

His mouth finds my collarbones, then the valley between my breasts, his kisses unhurried but filled with purpose. When his lips close around one of my nipples, sucking gently at first and then harder, I gasp, my hands flying to his damp hair. My fingers curl into the thick strands as he flicks his tongue over the hardened bud before flattening it, sending an electrifying pulse straight to my clit.

“You taste so good, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “You’re perfect.”

I can barely catch my breath as he moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention. His tongue works me into a frenzy, every lick and pull of his lips pushes me closer to the edge of an orgasm. My hands trail down to his broad shoulders, feeling the firm muscles flex under my touch as he slowly kisses his way down my stomach.

“Oh, my God,” I pant, my voice shaky as he presses a soft kiss just above my navel. “Hayden.”

He continues his path, his lips brushing over the curve of my hip, then lower. When he kisses my mound, I swear my entire body vibrates. His forearms rest on either side of me, anchoring me in place, while his large hands cup my hips. His grip tightens, his fingertips pressing into my flesh hard enough to bruise. A small thrill shoots through me at the thought of seeing his mark on my skin tomorrow.

“Yes, baby,” he groans, his breath hot against me. “Say my name. Let everyone know who brings you pleasure.”

He hovers over my pussy, his eyes locking with mine. The intensity in his gaze makes my chest tighten.

“Who does this pussy belong to, princess?” His voice is a low growl, and the possessiveness in it sends a shiver down my spine.

“You. It’s yours.” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

His eyes flash with something primal, and his tongue darts out to lick a slow line down my slit before circling around my clit. My back arches, a sharp gasp escaping me at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“Good girl, baby,” he murmurs against me, his lips brushing my sensitive skin. “Say it louder. Say my name. Whose pussy is this?”

His tongue flattens and drags down to my entrance, dipping inside just enough to make me cry out. My hips lift off the bed instinctively, but he grips me tighter, pulling me back down and pinning me in place. His fingers flex against my hips, his strength both grounding and intoxicating.

“Hay—ah, oh my God, Hay-den,” I gasp, my voice high and breathy as the pleasure overtakes me. “It’s your pussy, Hayden.”

His groan vibrates against me, sending shockwaves through my body. He works me over with his mouth, his tongue and lips a perfect combination of rough and soft as he licks, sucks, and kisses every inch of my pussy. One of his hands slides up to mybreast, groping and caressing, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple until I’m teetering on the edge.

Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, and when his tongue presses firmly against my clit while his fingers tweak my nipple, I’m gone. My legs tremble, my body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over me, one after the other.

I cry out, my hands clutching at the sheets as my orgasm takes over completely.

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