Paul McCartney Smut

Louder

80s Paul

He's perfect. His soft facial features and his soft, fluffy hair. His fit body with those strong hands. And that voice of his...just wow.

Now, i'm not talking about his singing voice. Everybody loves his singing voice. Literally the whole world does. I'm talking about his voice.

His sweet voice can get dangerously low and sexy when he's horny. it's like, if He wan't to fuck you, he'll let you know by his tone of speaking. Sometimes his moans are soft and low. Sometimes high and desperate. Paul doesn't just have a great vocal range when he's singing, but also when he's being fucked.

How do i know? I can hear him when he's having sex with my mother. Thin walls i guess...

Now there he is, sitting next to me on the sofa, sipping on his tea.

"Paul?" I say, finally daring to speak up after having stared at him for minutes.

He turns his head, his luscious hair bouncing slightly.

"Yes?"

I sit closer to him and lean on his shoulder.

"I have to tell you a secret."

He raises his brows.

"Promise me you won't get mad at me."

His eyes meet mine, then they fall to my lips. a soft smile appears on his face.

"I could never get mad at you."

I place my hand on his leg and let my forehead rest against his shoulder. I don't dare look at him, not yet.

"I um...i'm really attracted to you." I admit, slowly daring to look at him.

Paul lays his hand on mine and lightly squeezes is. His eyes search mine, looking for words to say.

"Well Viv, i think you know by now that i am really attracted to you too, don't you?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ever since Paul started dating my mother, we'd been flirting. We'd tease each other non stop and spend as much time together as possible. We both just never had the guts to come clear to eachother until now.

Paul leans in closes and puts his lips on mine, feverishly kissing me. After minutes of feeling his soft lips on mine, i grow hungry for more. I place myself on his lap and immediately start grinding into his already hard cock.

His tongue slips into my mouth as he grabs a hold of my butt. My eyes roll back in pleasure and i can't help but moan. My loins are burning as the wetness leaks out of me and onto Paul's lap.

"You know..." i pant against his mouth, my hand pulling his hair.

"I can hear you." I say as i move my face down to his neck and start kissing it.

"O-ohhh." Paul moans.

I smile against his neck. I'd never heard him moan in...you know, real life, fave to face and all for me...

"Just like that."  I smile.

His hands find my waist. He squeezes my hips tightly and lets out another moan as his cock twitches beneath me, begging to be fucked.

"I can hear you moan when you fuck my mom. So fucking loud. You can't control yourself. And..." i say, unbuckling his pants.

Paul just looks at me with half lidded eyes.

"You don't know what it does to me. Fuck...you make so fucking horny." I moan as i slide my panties to the side and lower myself on his cock.

"Aahh...ah." Paul moans in a breathy, high tone.

I start bouncing up and down on his cock , slowly, teasing him. I grind down on him to feel all of his length deep inside of me. I had been craving this for so long.

"Fuckk." Paul sighs.

"That's it. Moan for me Daddy."

I lean forward so that his lips are right next to my ear.
I can feel his hot breath and his breathy moans as i fuck him.

"Ah...f-fuck....ahhh." He moans again making my walls tighten.

"Louder...you're gonna make me cum." I pant desperately.

His hot breath on my neck and the sweet sound of his moans are enough to almost bring me to orgasm.

Paul grabs a hold of my hips and starts thrusting upwards into my cunt.

"Like this?" He now growls lowly.

"Fuck.." i pant, pulling him in and kissing him hard as i let myself go and cum all over his cock.

My contractions around his straining member are too much for him and he cums deep inside my hungry pussy.

His breath hitches in his throat as he makes all kinds of noises while he fills me up.

His hands are wrapped around my waist, pulling me down onto his cock as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum into my womb.

I rest my forehead against his and smile.

"Fuck.." we both laugh.

I kiss him and make my way down to his neck again. Biting it. Yet again, paul moans out loudly.

"I need to hear you moan like that more often." I smile.

He kisses my nose.

"You will."

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80s Paul is MY FUCKING DADDYYYY