Page 49 of Filthy Business

She nodded frantically, drool dripping onto her tits now.

“Then fucking earn it,” I snarled, thrusting harder, faster, until my balls slapped against her chin with every stroke.

I could feel it building—tight and savage. Her throat convulsed, her eyes rolled, and I lost control.

With a growl, I held her head still and pumped load after load down her throat.

“Swallow it,” I ordered.“Every last drop. No drips. No waste. This is what that mouth is for.”

When I finally pulled out, her lips were red and swollen, her face soaked in spit.

She gasped, eyes glassy, licking the corners of her mouth like the filthy brat she was.

And I knew one thing for sure.

She’d never suck another cock in her life—because no one would ever fuck her mouth the way her Daddy did.

I helped her up, bending her over the table to peel her skirt up, removing her wet knickers and stuffing them in my pocket.

“Now Daddy will feed you some real food,” I said, moving us to the chair, sitting her on my lap to unpack our food.

She took a napkin and dabbed her lips. I couldn't help but laugh.

Like that would fix her smeared lipstick.

She gasped when I grabbed her thighs and pulled her flush against my cock, still semi-hard and twitching beneath her. I opened the takeout container and forked a bite of pasta toward her mouth.

“Open,” I said, voice low.

She glared at me.

“Brat,” I warned.

Her lips parted, and I fed her slowly, watching the sauce smear at the corners of her already-ruined mouth. I wiped it away with my thumb and shoved it between her lips.

“Suck it,” I muttered.

She obeyed, and I groaned.

“That mouth’s going to kill me.”

She smiled like she knew it.

I fed her another bite, then trailed my fingers down her belly, over her thighs, brushing against the slick heat between her legs.

“Mmm. Still wet. Didn’t get enough of Daddy’s cock?”

She squirmed on my lap, chewing slower. Her scowl returned.

I leaned in, mouth brushing her ear.

“Keep giving me attitude, and I’ll take you back across the table, bend you over this food, and make you come while your face is buried in your salad.”

She clenched—both her thighs and her cunt—and I knew she loved it.

“Better eat up,” I said, slipping her ruined knickers out of my pocket and pressing them to her mouth.“You’ll need your energy. Because after lunch, Daddy’s going to feed your sweet cunt something else.”

Nothing made my brat hotter than domination and a filthy mouth.