Smut. Dirty talk. Dominant Paul. Slutty Y/n. That's all. Enjoy. ❣️
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It was our monthly trip to La Push Beach. The sun had set hours ago and were all sitting by the fire. I held a beer in my hand, my boyfriend, Paul was sitting next to me. We'd only been dating a few weeks, after taking the time to get to know one another for months. I don't know if it was the alcohol I was consuming, maybe it was the way Paul smelled or looked even. But my body was vibrating, as I was becoming turned on. We've had a couple of makeout sessions. I was thinking of those make out sessions and how sexy they got. How Paul groaned into my mouth, his hands raking up my body. How my body reacted to his touches. How easily he was able to turn me on. The sexual tension between Paul and I was thick, you could cut it with a knife. I clenched my thighs together, looking at Paul. Who currently, had his head tipped back, a smile on his lips as he tried to finish his sentence, before taking a sip of his beer. Looking as handsome as ever. I shifted again and Paul snapped his head down, looking at me, his eyes questioning. He must of felt me tense up.
"What?" I laughed, trying act oblivious, taking another drink of my beer. Paul shrugged casually, "I can smell how turned on you are." He whispered in my ear, making me stop short. I wasn't expecting him to be so blunt. His eyes trailing all over my body. "And if I can smell it, so can the brothers." He finished.
"Okay? What's the problem? I can't help it you turn me on..." I mumbled, into his ear, slightly embarrassed that he could smell the anticipation between my legs.
"They're perverts" he said with a laugh, "I can take you home?" He suggested, keeping his voice extremely low. "Maybe even help you out?" He teased.
That made my breath hitch, I wasn't expecting him to be so forward. There had been a couple times where Paul and I had made out, but I was always the one to stop it from going further, it's not that didn't want Paul. It's that I still wanted to take my time with him. Make sure our relationship was about love and not just sex. But I heard rumors from last girlfriends that Paul was a force to be reckoned with. Which then added to my excitement. My body humming at the thought of what Paul might be capable of in bed.
I debated for a moment, if I really wanted to go home with Paul or stay at the fire with the pack. Both options had pros and cons. Ultimately, I decided to go home with Paul. If we stayed at the beach I'd continue to just think about touching Paul or him touching me. Undoubtedly, becoming more and more aroused. Paul was right, the brothers were a bunch of pervs. I'm sure they would have teased either me or Paul until one of us got mad.
"I'm taking Y/n home she's...tired." Paul suddenly said standing up, not giving me an option to deny. His hand extending out towards me, which I grabbed as he pulled me up.
"Tired huh?" Embry smirked, making me blush and Paul glare at him. To which he quickly looked away, taking a nonchalant sip of his beer. Jade, Embry's girlfriend, smirked when we made eye contact, "text me" she mouthed and I shook my head.
"Use Protection!" Jared joined in. And Paul just huffed, "Shut up Cameron!"
I hid behind him. My face heating at the comments. "Come on baby, let's go..." Paul said tugging me towards the parking lot.
"Bye!" I shouted to the group. Once in Paul's truck he took a deep breath, "It would have gotten worse if we stayed" he laughed.
"Probably." I agreed a smile lacing my lips. "So who's house, mine or yours?" I asked Paul getting buckled.
I was desperately hoping he'd just take me home and finally finish what we've started, countless times before.
"Depends on what your intentions are missy" he said giving me a sly grin, putting his hand on the back of my seat, looking over his shoulder his collar bones flexing against his wife beater, as he pulled out of the parking spot and drove off. Why is that so hot? I couldn't take my eyes off of him for a moment. He was so attractive, and I found myself thanking the spirits that he was all mine.
"Well what would you like to do?" I asked, looking out the window. My thoughts still dirty. I couldn't help but think about Paul touching me.
"You..." Paul mumbled suddenly making me snap my head over and stare at him, he just glanced at me giving me a a cocky smirk. I wasn't expecting him to again be so direct.
"Excuse me?" I joked as if I was offended, but I wasn't, in fact it made me clench my legs together. It's how smoothly he said it.
"I said," he looked me up and down, "I want to fuck you." He said a lot more confidently, that cocky shit eating grin still on his face. I couldn't help but blush once again, he was being very BOLD tonight.
I didn't know how to react to his statement so I rolled my eyes, looking everywhere but at him. Though my thoughts were heavy as I imagined Paul hovering over me, thrusting into me, and I sighed. I nearly jumped when I felt him place a hand on my thigh.
"I don't bite, baby" he chuckled as he began to rub my thigh ever so slightly. Making my throat go dry and my body squirm a little. I kept quiet so Paul kept talking, "I've been thinking about how tight you are all night" he lingered on the word tight, again looking over at me up and down. He was waiting for a response, but all he got was a shiver that ripped through my body. He laughed to himself, "I've been wanting to taste you...and fill you..."
Why was he teasing me? His words were definitely turning me on. "You know, I could just pull over right now and fuck you, if you'd rather baby?"
"Paul," I finally said, "Your fuck boy is showing..." giving a small giggle. This caused him to laugh, "Don't try to change the subject, how long have you been thinking about me?"
I sat there, undeniably turned on. Stunned, unable to talk. I always knew Paul was bold, but not this bold. He'd make cocky remarks before, but never this direct. The dirty talk was starting to take a toll on me, as my body started shaking with anticipation. The offer of him pulling over and just fucking me starting to sound more like a good idea.
"I asked you a question..." He smirked.
"You know I've been thinking about you all night," I admitted. "That's what I thought." He sighed.
Cocky shit.
"Paul..." I whined, I wasn't used to guys being so direct, and Paul was definitely giving off big dick energy. I couldn't help but feel my walls clench, his hand still resting on my thigh, rubbing slightly.
"Yes baby?" He asked innocently, twitching his head with a smile. His hand that was on my thigh slowly started to inch closer and closer to my core.
"You're teasing me..."
"I know." He stated confidently. He was proud of his successful teasing, "I can't help it baby, I love the way you... react to me...it's like you can't help it" he gave my thigh a nice tight squeeze. " Just look at how you react to my touch."
"Stop" I almost begged, slumping back, getting to the the point where if he didn't stop talking I was going to jump him.
"I don't think I will." He continued to tease. Now his fingers were drawing little circles. He knew exactly what he was doing. I think he was getting excited or something because his his breathing got a little harder and he moved in his seat, sliding his hips forwards then back again sitting up a bit straighter.
"Why don't you move a little closer to daddy?" Paul suddenly said, making my stomach doing a flip flop. His tone was low and demanding. As we rounded a bend, he looked over at me, I hadn't moved an inch. I was a bit nervous as to what might come, if I moved over. But it was something I desperately wanted. "C'mon don't be shy baby." He said, removing his hand off my thigh and patting the spot next to him, giving me another quick glance. I took a deep breath and I sighed, unbuckling my seat belt the sliding over next to him.
"Good girl..." He praised as he felt my side touch his.
Those words sent a shiver right down my back and right into my twat.
"Do me a favor and take off your pants" he suggested, again in a low, dominant tone.
"M-my pants?" I questioned unsure as a heat ripped through my body, causing my body to flash hot. I was already excited, but cautious. I had no idea what he was planning, but it definitely had to be good. My heart was racing, I've never did anything like this before.
"Yes, your pants" he chuckled, not taking his eyes off the road. I gulped but slowly removed my pants leaving me in Paul's hoodie and bathing suit bottoms. I heard Paul exhale as his grip on the wheel tightend. This was beginning to get a kinky and it excited me even more.
"Good," he praised, looking over at me, "now slide your bottoms over..." Paul said, the eagerness was in his voice, he exhaled again, a bit louder this time, it was almost a moan.
I felt my body began to flash hot again, I was super excited. I slowly slid my panties over, exposing myself, the warm air from the heater hitting my clit, making me gasp. Paul looked down at my pussy and smiled a wicked evil little smile. He inhaled, no doubt smelling my arousal.
"Touch yourself." He urged, as his right hand went down to his shorts, to palm himself. He was growing hard, I could see the print in his shorts.
"But-" I interjected, "Paul you're driving" I was becoming anxious, but in a good way. Paul ignored my statement, "I said, touch yourself." He said through gritted teeth, his voice suddenly became very dominant, sending another wave of shivers down my body. I looked down at his hand that was palming himself, he gave a small jerk. Inhaling and holding his breath. "You smell so good" he suddenly growled. "Touch yourself.." he urged again.
I bit my lip and nodded my head, I was in no position to deny his demands, so I brought a finger up to my mouth, coating it with some saliva as I brought it back down to trace my clit, slowly. This was so hot. I'm not going to lie. The situation was exciting me. I've never done anything this kinky before.
Paul's eyes kept bouncing from the road to me, more specifically my exposed womanhood. Eventually I heard the sound of a zipper, unzipping, and my eyes snapped down to watch Paul whip out his dick. My eyes nearly exploded looking at his member. He was big. Really big. I watched has he slowly started pumping himself, like he was teasing himself, paying extra attention to his tip. His focus was still on the road though. When I looked back up at his face, I noticed his lip was pulled in between his teeth, his grip on the wheel was tight.
My fingers were still circling my clit and I had to let out a moan. I watched as Paul reacted to the sound, his body stiffened up, upon hearing my moaning. And his hand went to work his cock a bit harder.
That's when I decided to switch up the rolls a little. It was sneaky idea. I began to rub my clit harder and faster, letting little moans escape my lips here and there. I trained my eyes on Paul, watching him become more and more turned on. I got another idea as my other hand went to wrap itself around Paul's cock. He immediately stiffened up. I began to work it with my small hand, it barely fit around him.
"Fuck.." he eventually mumbled, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. They kept looking over at me. Now, both his hands were on the steering wheel, knuckles white from holding it so tightly.
I gave a giggle as I continued to touch both of us. Making sure to give a moan here and there. I felt sexy. And I knew at the moment I was in control.
"Oh..Paul" I delighted, "this feels soo good" I said, leaning back against the passenger side door, letting go of his cock and opening my legs wider to accommodate my fingers, which had now slipped into me.
Paul's, eyes locked onto mine, and the look he gave me I'll never forget. They were dark, lustful and sexy. His lips wiggled, his body jerked the slightest, and his cock, literally twitched. I noticed the pre-cum leaking out and I licked my lips as I rubbed my clit a bit harder, letting a sexy little moan out. His hand went back down to his dick, and pumped again, slowly, trying to release some of his frustration.
Paul let out a groan, as he turned the steering wheel slightly, pulling into an old dirt road. My heart began to race, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. But still I continued to finger myself, and moan until the truck came to a complete stop. Paul concentrated on the sight before hand.
"Keep going.." he encouraged, turning his body to face me, his hand still firmly grasping his penis. "I had no idea my imprint was such a little slut..." He chuckled darkly, I could see the lust in his eyes from the console light in his truck. I shivered again at the dirty words, as my fingers started moving in and out faster and faster. Making my moaning louder and louder.
I was nearing the brink of my own orgasm when I felt Paul's hand on my calf, he gave it a tight squeeze, "That's it baby girl...keep it up..." He praised, he was pumping himself, at the same speed I was fingering myself. That sight was so fucking hot to me so much so that it sent me over the edge, and my walls clenched around my fingers. Paul watched me in complete awe as we made eye contact while I came. I was breathing hard when I ripped my fingers out of my self. I brought them up to my lips and licked them clean and Paul groaned, "That's hot..."
His hand trailing up my leg getting closer to my heat. I was shaking with anticipation, I wanted him to touch me so fucking bad that my hips lurched forward when he got close enough. He gave a quick laugh.
"Fuck." his voice was distant, and it was so hot. He was slowly losing his mind. I could tell by how he was touching himself. I brought my fingers back down running them over my slit, coating them with my juices again, jumping when my finger slid over my clit. Paul licked his lips at the sight before him.
"I want to fuck you so bad..." He growled, his voice was so sexy, his hand was still pumping. "May I touch you?" He almost begged, and I nodded my head. "Touch me."
"Shit," he cursed as his finger probed my wet opening, he was in shock at how wet I was. His hand that was wrapped around his cock moving now at a faster speed. He was holding back from moaning I could tell. So I decided to encourage him.
"You feel how wet I am?" I taunted and Paul shook his head yes, immediately. His finger slipping inside my hole making me gasp. "So wet." he marveled, his finger wiggling inside me.
"That's all from you daddy." I whimpered from the small pleasure he was giving me. I wanted him to stop toying with us both and just fill me up already. But he was so content from just playing with himself & watching him play with himself was just so satisfying. Eventually, a small moan left his mouth as he looked up at me.
"Can I taste you?" He asked a bit out of breath. And I nodded my head, his eyes lit up and he brought his face between my legs almost instantly, like a mad man. I felt his tongue touch my swollen clit and I let out a small hiss. He began to french kiss my folds and I was in complete bliss, his hand still wrapped around his cock, however he had slowed down.
"Paul..." I moaned, my body twisting, as he began to suck on my clit. My hand went to down to lace into his hair, tugging his face closer. He groaned loudly against my clit as I pulled his hair. His tongue continued into flick my clit, while his hand still worked his shaft. His finger was still inside me and was pumping it in and out. The car was quiet for the most part, besides the wet sounds coming from Paul's mouth. He was really enjoying himself.
"Fuck...me..." I whimpered, completely surrendering myself. I couldn't take the teasing anymore. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. Paul sat up licking his lips, "Are you sure?" He asked excitedly. I bit my lip and I nodded my head yes.
"Back seat. Now." He suddenly demanded and I nearly jumped out of my skin trying to abide by his demand. I couldn't move fast enough. Once in the back seat, Paul quickly moved himself with me. I tore off the hoodie, leaving me in my bikini top and bottoms.
"Face down, ass up" he barked and I did what I was told. Once I was in the correct position, he ripped my bottoms down, so they were wrapped around my legs. I was given absolutely no warning as he slid himself deep into me. My cheek was pressed against the seat, and I cried out, as he filled me to the brim. Paul wasted no time as he began to pound into me. I felt his hand gripping my ass and he eagerly fucked into me.
His thrusts were maddening, hard and short. I could tell he was still holding back. I wanted him to just let go and fuck me with everything in him. He had been holding back for a long time now.
I couldn't contain my squeals as he repeatedly filled me up. I was in heaven. It felt so good to be finally fucked by him. Admittedly, I thought about this often. I was losing myself in his sex. I couldn't stop the dirty words from coming out of my mouth.
" H-harder Paul, deeper, please..." I cried, I felt tears welling in my eyes, as he started hitting my cervix. I could feel the pressure building. It started in my cervix and spread to my stomach then to my chest. I was going to come, again.
"You like the way this feels?" He taunted, smacking my ass making me hiss involuntarily. "Fuck yes..." I spat, suddenly getting the urge to fuck him back. I wanted all of him. I began moving my hips backwards the best I could, to meet his, though failing miserably. I heard him laugh at me.
"Such a slut" he teased.
"O-only f-for you" I feebly mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. His cock was massaging my walls and I could feel the wetness being coaxed out by his cock, I was literally dripping. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt Paul's arm wrap around my waist, his finger assaulting my clit.
"Cum for me!" He demanded, keeping his pokes the same speed, but applying more pressure to my clit. My body was dancing at this point, I was getting so close. All it took was a few more swirls of his finger and I was cumming all around him. My body went up and then it floated down, as my brain exploded. All the pleasure in the world ripped through me and I cried out as my body trembled.
"Good fucking girl..." He cooed, I heard the satisfaction in his voice, but he didn't slow down or stop, he just kept fucking me relentlessly. I figured Paul had stamina. But shit. I couldn't sit still I was sensitive. My body jerked away from him slightly and I heard him chuckle at this. Which kind of made me mad, he was so cocky at times.
"Want another?" He teased. And I shook my head senselessly, even though he couldn't see it. I felt his hand go into my hair and pull, abruptly, forcing my head up, I could see my reflection in the window and it made me feel dirty in a good way. I could see Paul's face too. Fuck was he hot, we made eye contact through the mirror and he smirked, "Look at yourself... getting fucked like this..." he growled, still slamming into me with an animalistic force.
"Oh my Goddess" I cried, my shoulders slumping down, Paul was pulling the slut out of me. It was side I didn't know I had. I had thought about him fucking me, multiple times even masturbating when I was alone to the mere thought. I was able to get myself off, I thought it couldn't get any better, but boy was I wrong.
"Harder!" I groaned, completely letting go of myself as I devolved into a slut for him. Wanting every ounce of pleasure, selfishly.
"Harder huh? I don't think you can take that baby girl..." He teased, darkly, but started pounding me out even harder. I'm surprised he hasn't came yet. I felt my walls clenching when he poked himself forward, and he let out grunt each time. His low sounds of pleasure adding to my own.
I felt my knees beginning to go weak, as his thrusts became stronger. My legs spreading a little with each thrust. I was having a hard time keeping myself up. Which only added to the pleasure, as my back was arching more, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. "Paul..." I muttered, "I can't..." My voice trailing off, he let go of my hair and pushed my head away. "Yes you can baby girl..." he encouraged. My face dropped back down. I couldn't hold it up any longer. I felt so dirty being used by Paul like this. It was like I was his toy, his plaything and it felt incredible. We were finally letting go of all that pent up frustration.
"You're such a dirty girl..." He probed, laughing with an evil tone. He knew what he was doing. I just moaned in response. "You like being fucked like this?" He asked menacingly, smacking my ass once again, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I couldn't answer him, I was losing my ever loving mind, but Paul demanded I answer him.
"Fuck. Yes, I love it." I practically screamed, my body starting to show the signs of yet another orgasm. He didn't ease up at all, just continuing to slam his hips into mine...over and over and over again.
"Baby" I spat, "I'm going from come again" I muttered patheticley, into the seat which my face was pressed against once again. I could feel the tears slipping out of my eyes, wetting the seat underneath me. My hands reached forward for the door handle which I found an squeezed. I started moving my hips again back again, this time in rhythm with Paul. Then he stopped moving, "Go on, fuck yourself on my cock baby."
I whimpered at the lose of friction but I was so desperate for that orgasm, that I tried to fuck myself on him.
"Paul...please..." I whined, still thrusting myself back against him, it was no where near enough.
"Please what darlin?" He asked, slowly starting to roll his hips into my thrusts. "Fuck me..." I choked, still rocking my hips backwards. "No-no baby girl, you can do it...go on...show daddy how much you want that orgasm" I heard the cockiness in his voice. He was back to teasing me, I felt more tears stream down my face as I was becoming frustrated, I would be lying if I said I didn't like it though. With every last bit of strength I had, I got on my hands and knees, arching my back slightly, and started fucking his dick with a twerking motion.
"Shit..." He hissed, his hips still, lightly fucking into me. I grinned weakly to myself, as I continued twerking on his cock. I was moving at a speed that was enough for me, and I cried silently to myself trying to focus on the pleasure I was giving myself.
Paul's hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist.
"So desperate..." He gushed, "come on baby you can do it" I heard the smirk in his voice as he coaxed another mind numbing orgasm out of me.
"Slut" he chuckled. Then he was back to slamming his hips into mine. My body twisted as I felt the urge to run from his cock, which he quickly caught on to, his grip on my hips tightening, as he held me in place, forcing me to take it. And man did I want it.
He cackled. "You're taking me so well babygirl." He praised. His dirty words adding to the euphoria I was experiencing. I never thought of Paul to be so dominant. But it was great I was in pure bliss. He was pulling a side out of me that I didn't know I had in me.
"I'm gonna cum" he announced, and I smiled weakly, as my knees were staring to going numb.
"Come on daddy, come for me.." I coaxed. His thrusts started getting sloppy. As I felt him withdraw himself, there was a few grunts and groans and eventually I felt his sticky, thick cum shooting out all over my backside. When he was done, I let my body fall forward, my breathing erratic. I heard him breathing hard too as he sat back in the seat.
I laid there for a while trying to catch my breath and regain my sense of self. I felt Paul lean forward and open up his glove department, then I felt the roughness of a napkin wiping at the cum that had started to drip down my sides. Paul opened the door to throw the napkins out and the cool outside air rushed in, causing me to tense up a bit.
Immediately, I felt his presence behind me. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, his tone was soft and gentle, I couldn't help but laugh little. "N-no" I breathed as my body twitched. I heard him sigh, "Good. I've been wanting to fuck you like that for so long now..." Somehow I managed to sit up, my body was rocking, as my hand went up to brace my face. I didn't register, but Paul was pulling me into him. I could feel the sweat on his skin making us almost stick together. His arm, went around my shoulders and he pressed a quick, peck against the side of my head. Making me smile weakly.
"That was... amazing" I said into his neck. And Paul just chuckled, "thank you baby...you really did take me well, most girls tap out..."
"Excuse me?" I questioned, looking up at him, my eyes glaring. "I'm kidding..I'm kidding." He said with a brash little grin. I rolled my eyes, mumbling "fuck boy" under my breath, loud enough for him to hear, he just laughed.
We sat like this for a few more moments before Paul checked the time on his phone, "shit, it's almost 1 am, I gotta get you home!" He sat up abruptly, reaching for my pants and handing them too me. "Can you stand?" He asked me and I nodded my head, "I think so." I couldn't help but laugh.
After a few minutes, I was dressed and back in the front seat, feeling thoroughly fucked. I refused to look at Paul for the rest of the drive home. I can't believe he just...slutted me out me like that & I was already hooked. When we got to my house, Paul put the car in park and looked over at me, I was still staring at the window. I felt him shift closer to me, and then his hand was on my shoulder, as I turned my head, I felt him place a super, gentle and loving kiss against my lips. Which in it's self shocked me, how could he be so rough and then so gentle?
"I'm sorry if I was too rough with you, I was just releasing a lot of... pent up frustration..." He admitted with a chuckle
I laughed at this. "Clearly...it was amazing though, I had no idea that you were capable of that..." I struggled.
Paul shrugged, "Yeah, I've been...horny lately..."
"Wanna come upstairs with me?" I asked, suddenly not ready to part ways with him. After the event that just took place, I wanted to fall asleep next to him.
A smile played on his lips as he shook his head yes.
We exited the truck and snuck through my house, careful not to wake my roommates. Once in the safety of my bedroom, I shut the door. Paul immediately hopped on bed, taking off his shorts leaving him shirtless and in his boxers. I climbed into bed next to him, immediately curling up next to him, placing my head on his chest. His fingers laced through my hair, as he placed another gentle kiss against it. I listened to his heart beating steadily in his chest. The sound was soothing & it wasn't long until I fell asleep.
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So yeah...uhhhh this...this just speaks for itself. I got very carried away with this.