Anthology of pegging Paul (among other things) throughout the years. It spans from 1962 to 1994
Its not a narrative love story, but more of an interconnected series of events. It's in the second person. I tried to make any physical descriptions vagu...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Please mother
~~~~
Paul's clothing style had become more psychedelic, moving along with the trends. Gone was the cycle of various well fitted suits.
The lovely colors and patterns certainly suited him. It was incredible with his pretty face and dark hair. You were fascinated by the direction fashion was heading.
However, at times, for various occasions, Paul would dress up. Today in fact, he was wearing a classic black suit, but with the peculiarity of a satin purple tie. It was a good look for him.
Like always, he was able to get you alone as he always did. A room for the two of you.
He knelt in front of you on the bed, hand tangled in your hair as you sucked him off. His breaths were even, fully clothed in the suit from before. Only his fly was down. His satin tie shined in the dim light.
He kept a straight face, pushing your head deeper. He maintained a distant look, eyebrows relaxed, eyes lidded. He had a silly smile, which came to him easily, but he could just as well intimidate with those lovely arched eyebrows, so dark.
The success really went to his head, giving him a heightened sense of self. He was always rather eager for pleasure, and he knew he deserved it. He knew about his beauty, the effect he had on people. He'd fuck hard and take it with glee. It was expected for him.
It was captivating in a way, beauty combined with arrogance. The knowledge and haughtiness of its own magnificence.
Part of you wanted to blindfold him, tie his wrists together, and fuck him until he lost that pridefulness. The other half of you wanted him to chew you up and spit you out, look down at you with disdain as he took whatever he wanted.
"More," Paul groaned. His voice was even, his eyes still. He had control over himself.
His voice still sounded gentle no matter the intention. He had such a deep sweet voice, and he couldn't change that.
He pressed his hips harder, forcing himself deeper in your throat. His eyelids fluttered, a brief moment of weakness. A grumbly breath escaped him.
You breathed deep through your nose for oxygen, his soft pubic hair tickling it. His dick was swollen and heated, filling up your throat nicely. Luckily you could handle taking him deep. Craved it even. You wanted it to be the reason you couldn't breathe.
Another sweet groan from him. Paul unexpectedly gave a jerk of his hips, making you flinch, but not move away.
"Good," Paul murmured. He smoothed your hair back firmly, then pushed you deeper.
Paul let his eyes fall shut, savoring the feeling. He made his thrusts slow, letting his arousal stir, but not build too quickly.
The scents were beginning to get intoxicating. Your eyes rolled back, feeling the flesh slide against your tongue.
