warning: smut
Let's just say, having a hot-headed boyfriend was fun. Really fun. Not only did he get jealous easily, which led to great sex, it was really easy to tease him as well. Teasing Paul wasn't that hard either, all you had to do was say the right thing and act the right way and he'd get turned on.
Paul didn't really mind you teasing him all too much, as long as he got to touch you within the first five minutes of being teased, but right now, you were at Emily's, surrounded by the pack and he was ready to rip your clothes off then and there, but the possessive side of him knew that he didn't want anyone seeing you in a way only he was supposed to see you. He knew he couldn't say anything to you about it because he knew the pack would hear.
You could tell the teasing was really starting to get to him, but you were having too much fun to stop. You walked to the kitchen, asking Emily if she needed any help, but she quickly shooed you away like you knew she would. You walk back into the living room to see that one of the boys that previously sat on the floor had taken your spot on the couch, leaving you with no room to sit next to Paul. You smirked, realizing this was the perfect opportunity to tease Paul even more.
You sat down on Paul's lap, feeling his hard cock pressed against your ass. You couldn't help but smirk for a brief second before deciding to play innocent. You squirm on his lap, rubbing against him. You can tell that he's trying to keep from groaning out in pleasure.
"Guys, Y/N and I have to leave, we promised her mom we'd be there for dinner." Paul said, out of nowhere. You knew he was lying and you knew what was to come once you got home.
"Okay, see you tomorrow morning Paul. Remember you have patrol." Sam reminded your boyfriend.
You and Paul headed outside to his truck and got in. You looked over at Paul after you buckled your seat belt. You can tell he was gripping the steering wheel tightly, but not tight enough to break it.
"Paul? Are you okay?" You ask him, head tilted to the side and an innocent look on your face.
"Don't act innocent, Princess. You know what you where doing." Paul licked his lips, glancing at you. "Either the boys couldn't smell you or they didn't say anything, but I could smell how wet you are, I still can."
You couldn't help, but rub your thighs together after hearing the pet name he gave you. He knew how the name made you feel, how it sent shivers down your spine and ignited the fire inside your belly.
The drive to your house felt like it took hours because of your wet core and Paul not doing anything about it. When Paul pulled into your drive way, you both got out of his truck and made your way inside.
Once the front door was shut, Paul pushed you against the wall, not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to assert his dominance over you.
"You think you were being cute, Princess? Teasing Daddy like that? You know Daddy doesn't like when you tease him around his friends and he can't touch you." You felt his hot breath against your ear, your nipples become hard from how turned on you are, his deep voice almost making you moan right then.
"Daddy, I'm sorry." You tried to apologize, but he wasn't having it.
"You teased Daddy, now it's Daddy's turn to tease you Princess."
His hand slipped under your skirt and rubbed your clit through your soaked panties. You knew better than to keep your moans from him. His fingers felt heavenly rubbing your clit after you had been turned on for so long, but Paul knew you couldn't cum from him just rubbing your clit.
Paul kissed down your neck and jaw, occasionally biting and nipping at the sensitive skin, creating marks. His fingers stopped rubbing your clit and slipped into your panties, pushing two fingers in.
"Fuck, Princess. You're soaked. Did Daddy make you this way?" He growled in your ear.
"Yes, Daddy. It was you. It's always you."
As you got closer and closer to your climax, Paul went faster and faster. When you were at the edge of your orgasm Paul stopped. He took his fingers out of you and held them by your lips.
"Suck." He commanded. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked them clean, tasting your arousal.
He moved you both over to the couch. He sat down and patted his thigh, you knew what he wanted. "Time for your real punishment Princess."
You laid over his lap, you knew what he meant by 'punishment'. He lifted your skirt up, getting a view of the black lace panties that you had on, and slid your panties down your legs. His large, russet hand rubbed your ass check before smacking it. "Count." Paul kept continuing the cycle between rubbing your ass and spanking you until you reached 20. 'One for each minute you teased him.'
Paul suddenly smirked, an idea popping into his mind. "Princess, ride Daddy's thigh."
That was something you never done before. Hell, Paul barely let you ride him. "But, Daddy-"
"No buts Princess." He scolded. You sat on Paul's thigh, unsure of how it would feel until you grinded against it. Once your clit rubbed the rough material of his denim jeans, you knew you'd be cumming in no time. The rough feeling against your clit was different than Paul's fingers. Paul could tell you were enjoying it from the moans and gasps leaving your mouth and the louder you got, Paul knew you were getting closer to your orgasm.
"Don't cum yet Princess." Paul ordered.
You shook your head and panted, "Daddy, please." You didn't know if you could stop yourself from cumming. You felt Paul's larger hangs holding your hips still. You tried squirming, but his hands gripped you tight. You knew your hips would be bruised tomorrow.
You felt they tightness in your stomach fade then Paul let you repeat the process you just went through. You grinded on his thigh until you had enough.
"Daddy, please fuck me. I can't take it anymore. Please. I'm sorry for teasing you." You whined and pleaded. You felt his hands move to your ass and moved you to where you're straddling him before he picked you up and carried you to your room.
Paul placed you one the bed, removing the clothes that littered your bodies. His lips then met yours in a heated kiss before they traveled down your neck and torso leaving bright red marks in their wake.
"Paul, please." You begged him to do something.
"What did you call me?" He stopped his movement.
"Daddy."
"That's better Princess." Paul replied, lining the tip of his cock up with your soaking entrance. You moaned as he filled you up. Hearing his grunts and groans turned you on even more then you were before, causing you to clench around his large member.
"Daddy." You moaned out as he pounded into you harder. Your nails scratched down his back, fortunately leaving no marks.
Paul pounded into faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to your release.
"Come on Princess, are yo gonna cum for Daddy?" He asked you as he heard your moan become louder and felt you clench around him more then you did before. The pace he pounded into you at had your toes curling from pleasure.
You called out his name as you came, him following soon after you. His pace slowed down as he drew out your highs.
When you came down from your highs, he pulled out of you and disappeared into the bathroom, soon coming back with a warm towel to clean you off. Once he cleaned you off and put the towel away, he gave you his shirt and a clean pair of panties, put his boxers on himself while you got dressed, then got under the covers with you.
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. "I love you Princess."
"I love you too." You replied before falling asleep.
