Mr.McCartney

Chapter 16

Marnie's P.O.V

After having Andrew kiss me, my first instinct was to go inside my house. I ignored that instinct and went straight to Paul's house. I was about to knock on the door but it opened before I could move my hand. It was Paul and he was not looking very pleased.

"Get in" he ordered. I did as he asked of me and he closed the door behind me. He started walking towards me.

"Paul, I have to tell-" I started

"What did I say about letting him kiss you?" Paul growled possessively.

"W-what?" I said. Soon enough, I was backed up against the wall. Paul placed his hands on either side of my head.

"Why did you let him kiss you?" he said.

"W-well, it caught me off guard" I said. Paul brought one of his hands to my mouth. He started running his thumb over my lips.

"Only I get to kiss you. Do you understand?" Paul said

"Yes Paul" I said.

"Is that my name?" Paul asked. I looked at him quizzically for a moment, furrowing my eyebrows until I finally understood what he wanted.

"No Mr. McCartney" I said.

"You're such a good girl, darling" Paul said. He roughly pressed his lips against mine. The kiss lasted for several moments until he pulled away.

"Did he kiss you like that? Does he kiss you like I do?" Paul asked

"No Mr. McCartney" I said. He smirked as he started to unbutton my shirt.

"I bet he can't fuck you like I do. That's another thing, darling. Only I get to fuck you. Is that clear?" Paul asked

"Yes Mr. McCartney" I said. He smirked once again and have me another kiss as a reward for my answer. My shirt came off along with my bra. He cupped my breasts and gave them a squeeze, causing me to moan.

"That's right, darling. Only I can make you moan like that. Do you want me to fuck you?" Paul asked

"Yes Mr. McCartney. Please fuck me" I begged

"You have to do something for me first, darling. Suck my cock and if you're a good girl, I'll fuck you" Paul said. I dropped down to my knees. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then pulled them down along with his boxers. His swollen cock sprang up and slapped against his stomach.

"Go on, darling. Don't be shy" Paul said. I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him. He hissed in pleasure.

"Fuck, you've got such soft hands. I bet your mouth feels just as good, darling" Paul said. I brought my mouth to his cock and kicked the tip, tasting the pre-cum that was leaking out of it. It tasted sweet yet salty. I slowly took him in my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Paul moaned loudly.

"Fucking hell, that felt so good. Do that again" Paul said. I slowly took him out of my mouth and back in again until the tip hit the back of my throat.

"Shit! You deserve your reward, darling" Paul said. I took him out of my mouth and looked up at him.

"Are you going to fuck my pussy now Mr. McCartney?" I asked

"Yes I am, darling. Let's head over to the couch, yeah?" Paul said. I took my hands and helped me up. He led me over to the couch where we stripped the rest of our clothes off. I laid down on the couch and Paul got on top of me. He grabbed himself and positioned himself at my entrance.

"You ready, darling?" Paul asked

"Yes Mr. McCartney" I said. He pushed his cock deep inside me. He kept still for a moment, groaning and burying his face into my neck.

"Your pussy is so wet for me. It feels nice wrapped around my cock" Paul said. Once he was satisfied, he started thrusting. It was pretty silent except for our moans, the creaking of the couch and skin slapping against skin.

"Darling, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard in your pussy" Paul moaned.

"Please cum inside me Mr. McCartney" I said.

"You gonna cum all over my cock, darling?" Paul said

"Yes! I'm gonna cum all over your cock!" I moaned. He thrust as fast and hard as he could into me. It wasn't long before with both came and screamed out each other's names. We both rode out our highs, then Paul collapsed beside me.

"Who do you belong to, darling?" Paul asked

"I belong to you Mr. McCartney" I said. He smiled and gave me a sweet kiss.

"Wait, where's Jane?" I asked. Paul shrugged.

"I don't know. When we got back, she said she was going to visit a friend" Pail said

"Do you know when she'll be back?" I asked

"No. Why?" Paul asked

"I was hoping I could spend the night" I said.

"I think it'd be okay. I have a feeling Jane won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. She had an overnight bag with her" Paul said

"Okay. I just have to head home to tell mom that I'm staying" I said

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As soon as I dressed myself, I ran to the house. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

"Mom! Are you home?" I called. I waited for a response but I didn't get one. I looked around and noticed a note on the kitchen counter.

Marnie

Your mom had a lot of papers to grade so she locked herself in her room, and she probably won't be back out until morning. As for me, I've gone to visit a friend and I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. If you're going to spend the night with a friend, please write a note so that your mother knows if she can't find you in the morning.

Love
Your father

I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote that I was spending the night at Paul's. When I finished, I went up to mom's room and slipped the note under her door. Then I made my way to Paul's.