Chapter 3

"Where the hell is Jacob?" Paul grunted as he disconnected his phone. He had an urge to smash the fucking phone on the fucking wall; he was so pissed. He had tried to get hold of Jacob for days now. The fucking prick just didn't pick up the phone. Billy had told him that Jacob was visiting his sick aunt, but he should be back by now. Paul had just tried to call Billy again, but now even he had disappeared.

"Well, you can't hide forever. This Saturday is your birthday party, and as sure as hell, I will find out more about that Bella girl," Paul mumbled to himself.

If it is her, she must be her. Paul could not think about the possibility of not seeing her again, meeting her, getting to know her, being with her. The girl had been in his mind non-stop since he saw her. He could just close his eyes and think how her long hair was swirling around her slender form when she danced. How her sexy ass moved, making him want to grab her hips and fuck her senseless. And yet he knew that if he ever got the chance to meet this girl, he for sure would not try to get into her pants right away. This girl was nothing like the women he had met and hooked up with before, and he was not planning to act like his usual self, like a dick.

He was prepared to live without a pussy longer than usual because he wouldn't want to fuck anybody other than her. But Paul had his hands, and his right hand had become his best friend lately. Paul was horny, hornier than ever before, and right now, he was thinking about that small tattoo on her bare shoulder and his mouth fucking watered. He was thinking about how he would fist his hand around her long hair and bite the tattoo while entering her from behind. He would set a pace that would drive them both mad. The girl would arch her back to meet his thrust and ask for more. And more he would give.

"Oh yeah," Paul grunted and palmed his hardening dick. How the fuck was he able to get hard again. Hadn't he just jerked off less than an hour ago?

He popped his jeans button open, unzipped them, and sat down on his couch. He let his dick spring out; it laid rock hard against his stomach. He licked his palm and started to stroke its' length. He rubbed over the swollen leaking head with his thump and spread the precum as he widened his legs and leaned deeper on the couch. He closed his eyes and squeezed harder. He moaned as he twisted and pulled.

He's been over this fantasy repeatedly, but it made him rock hard every fucking time. He would lift her against his chest and thrust harder and deeper into her. She would lift her arms over her shoulders, grab his hair, and press her mouth hard against his. He licked his lips and twisted his dick harder. He hissed; fuck, this was so good. He would feel her breasts and rub her clit and make her cum. He cupped his balls, thrust his hips upwards to his hand, and panted, breathing heavily.

He imagined how her tight wet pussy would clench around his hard dick, sucking him. "Fuck yeah!" Then he would turn her around, lift her legs over his shoulders, pound back into her, and fuck. Her. Hard. "Fuck yes!" Paul grunted and tugged his dick harder and faster. He needed to come, but this felt so good, and he wanted it to last a bit longer. But all too soon, he felt his balls tightening; he jerked his hips frantically upwards and roared as he came. Thick streams of cum covered his stomach. Paul relaxed and let his breathing to even out. If jerking off thinking about the girl felt better than any actual fucking he'd done in his entire life, what would fucking her feel like? It must be sublime. A woman who danced like that would fuck like a dream of that, he was sure.

He sighed heavily.

He didn't know how long he could keep up with this jerking-off-feast. This was already his second time today, and he had just woken up and barely finished his morning coffee. But he just couldn't not be thinking about her, and as soon as he started to think about her, he was aroused, and yeah, he'd been slamming the hammer a lot lately.

Paul lifted himself to a sitting position with a grunt, grabbed some wet tissues from the sofa table, and cleaned himself up. Yep, he had bought fucking baby wipes to make cleaning up easier. Fucking hilarious.

Trying to decide what to do, Paul stood up and went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. Jerking off made him thirsty. He opened the fridge and took out a beer. It was his day off, so why not. Before he closed the fridge, he made a mental note of what he needed to get from the grocery store. His fridge was empty because the last few days he's been too busy jackin', and when not hands in his pants, he was working his ass off. And thus, he hadn't had anything decent to eat for a few days now.

He decided to make some pizzas and ask guys to come over. He hadn't used his pizza oven for quite some time, so first, he had to check if he had any wood for it. He would ask if Sam wanted to come over and help him drink his beers while they waited for the oven to heat up. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. He emptied his beer and smacked his lips. He would also make lasagne and take it to miss Silaigo tomorrow on his way to pick the guys up for work.

Jared has asked him to go to Port Angeles with him today, but he left so early that Paul rather slept in; it was his day off, after all. And why the fuck would he want to go and help Jared pick up a gift for his girlfriend anyway. Jared had gone soft after he started fucking Kim. Paul had had his fair share of fun with his snide comments about Jared being pussy whipped, but he had begun to tune that shit down because he knew for sure he would be pussy whipped if he ever had the girl. He did understand his friend a bit better now.

Oh, how he would worship that pussy… His mind started to wander to the dangerous waters again. Fuck! He didn't want to rub his dick off again; it was fucking sore, and his wrist needed a break. Luckily, he heard his phone buzzing and was snapped out of his fantasy before it began. He walked back to the living room and picked up his phone from the couch.

It was Jacob.

"Hey, finally, you dick. Where've you been?" Paul answered the phone.

"Fuck you, Lahote. What is to you where I've been?" Jacob was irritated. He regretted calling back to him, but he was a bit curious why he had been trying to reach him. He had seven calls from him since last Saturday. He wasn't a huge fan of Lahote; hell, he couldn't stand the fucker. But as the feeling was mutual, no hard feelings existed between them. They just basically ignored each other and hardly ever hung out in the same group.

Paul hated that he had to ask about the girl from this prick but ask he must.

"Is your friend Bella Swan back in Forks?"

"What do you know about Bella?" Jacob asked warily. "Why do you ask about her?"

Paul invented a lie and said that he had something that belonged to the girl Jared thought might be Chief Swan's daughter, something he saw her drop at the beach but couldn't give back to her because she left the beach right after. The lie sucked, but Paul didn't care.

And Jacob didn't believe a word Paul said.

"Bella isn't just any girl; you know Lahote. She is exceptional and nothing like the bitches you usually fuck. You keep your fucking hands off her, or I will kill you!"

"Whoa, where did that come from?!" Paul barked out laughing. The idea of that little fucker trying to hurt him was fucking hilarious. Paul would kick the kid's ass so bad.

Paul decided against asking anything more about the girl, about Bella. He didn't need Jacob to get to her now that he knew who she was.

"So, you have a party this weekend. You know I'm also invited, right?" Paul said. "Just wondering if Bella will be there too." He wanted to fuck with Jacob a little. Jacob really seemed not to like him getting to know this Bella. Well, too bad, Paul would like to see him try to stop him. He smirked.

"Why would I tell you that?" Jacob snarled.

It was all the answer Paul needed; Bella would be there.

Fuck, Saturday couldn't come too soon.

30.5.2021