Just a little idea for all you Paul x Oc lovers!Should I make this into a story? Whatever you say goes! I would love for someone to draw Marie!
Chapter 1
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Marie felt the light wind of La Push Beach run over her skin,tossing her long wavy black hair,this way and that.
"Marie?"
She looked up at the dropped dead gorgesnous of her boyfriend,Paul.
Marie knew he cheated,what man didn't,knew he was still a playing but she didn't care,she fifteen,old enough to make a she knew she loved Paul and maybe somewhere in him,he loved her.
Cross Your Fingers...
"Hey",she replied softly and holding out a hand,she pulled him down between her legs,his manhood growing hard under her sixteen ear old hand.
He settled behind her when Marie suddenly had the urge to touch him and pet him and so she did.
She felt rather then heard his pleasurable sigh as she started to pick up the pace before stopping suddenly
"Oh Marie",he growled,"Damn you!"
His breath was husky against her ear as he licked and sucked her throat.
"Pa- Paul"
He growled and dug a finger into her shorts,cupping her smooth mound.
"You're so wet,Marie",he growled,"Just for me,my own sweet pussy!"
"Please Paul",she gasped,bobbing on his rough finger.
He laughed and toyed her nipple with his other hand.
"I saw you last night",he whispered,breathless,"Undressing"
"Who were you doing it for?"
He pressed mercilessly on her spot.
"Paul I'm gonna-"
"Not until I say so",he growled.
"Answer!",he yelled.
"It was for you,I saw you outside my window",she gasped.
"Horny Little Slut aren't yah?!",he growled.
"Well I'm not happy!"
He pushed her off and ripped off her pants and licked hungrily at her wet pussy.
"Paul please I need- I need-I need-"
"What do you need",he gasped.
"Tell me",he begged.
"You!",she cried.
He started-
Marie Calvinism flew awake and shook slightly as her juices ran down her leg.
She stood up and crept across the floor and into a hallway where another door areas at the end of the hallway.
*Gears-Way Eagles was on a silver banner and under that a gorgeous brown and silver eagle drawn by her son,Paul Jr. Samual Calvinism.
She was worried for her son,the strain of not having a father made his life even more hectic and yet she wanted him to be the football and artist and good person he had been in sixth,seventh and eight living in Pennsylvania where everyone had a daddy.
Leaning over the bed,she kissed Paul's cheek.
"I'm so sorry baby"
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