Page 14 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

He chuckled darkly, grinding his cock against me, spreading slick through my folds, but still not entering. “ You sound so pretty when you ’ re desperate. But pretty isn ’ t enough. I want filthy, Poppy. Tell me what this cock is going to do to you.”

Heat shot to my face, to my throat, but I couldn ’ t stop the words tumbling out. “ You ’ re going to stretch me. Fill me until I can ’ t take anymore. Pound me until I scream your name.”

His teeth grazed my jaw. “ Good girl.”

And then he pressed forward—slow, relentless, his cock splitting me open inch by thick inch. My back arched, a strangled moan spilling from my lips as my body tried to take him.

“ Too much?” he taunted, voice rough.

I shook my head violently, panting. “ No—please, don ’ t stop. More. I want all of it.”

He grunted, hips snapping as he buried himself deeper, the stretch brutal, obscene. My thighs trembled against the mattress, pinned wide, helpless.

“ Feel that?” he snarled, grinding all the way in until his hips slammed flush against me. “ That ’ s me owning you. That ’ s me buried so deep you ’ ll never get me out.”

Tears pricked my eyes, but my lips curved in a delirious, broken smile. “ Yes—fuck—I want to be owned by you, Daddy.”

“ Yeah, Daddy ’ s cock will give you everything you need, Princess.”

He pulled back and drove into me with a brutal snap of his hips, the impact slamming through my body. My mouth fell open, nothing but broken moans spilling out as my eyes rolled back.

He buried his face in my hair, his breath hot against my ear, before setting into a punishing rhythm—long, deep thrusts that made me feel every thick inch of him. He fucked me like I ’ d never been fucked before, relentless, merciless, claiming every part of me with each savage stroke.

“ My filthy, wet little whore. Take it all,” he growled.

I hooked my legs tighter around him, dragging him deeper. When his mouth closed hot around my nipple, my eyes flew open. The sharp pull of his tongue sent shocks straight to my cunt, and I bucked up against him, needy and wild.

“ Fuck,” he muttered, switching to my other breast, sucking hard until I whimpered.

“ Please,” I groaned, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.

“ Yeah,” he rasped, lifting his head to pin me with those dark, blazing eyes. “ Let Daddy fill you up, Princess. I ’ ll stretch every hole you ’ ve got until you know you're my personal little fucktoy.”

He pushed up, pulling free with a slick drag that made me gasp, then flipped me onto my belly. A rough hand clamped around my hips, dragging me up until I was on all fours. My fingers dug into the pillows as he yanked me back against his cock, the blunt head pressing against my soaked entrance.

He didn ’ t waste time. One brutal thrust and I was split wide, driven face-first into the pillows as he slammed deep, forcing a raw cry from my throat. His grip on my hips was merciless, dragging me back into every punishing stroke.

“ That ’ s it—fucking take it,” he snarled, his cock pounding into me so hard the bed frame shuddered. “ You begged, Princess—now you get all of me.”

My tits ground against the sheets, my ass stung where his hips cracked against it. He kept me pinned, body caged beneath his, hammering into me until all I could do was choke out broken sounds.

“ Fuck—so tight, so wet. You ’ re made to be split open on my cock.” He yanked my head back by the hair, forcing my spine to arch while he drove even deeper. “ Say it. Say you ’ re my little whore.”

“ Yes!” My voice broke. “ I ’ m your whore—fuck me harder—please—”

He growled low in my ear, hips slamming forward in a brutal rhythm that had me seeing stars. “ Good girl. Now I ’ m going to fuck you raw until your cunt leaks down your thighs and you never forget who owns it.”

His thrusts grew harder, deeper, until his balls slapped against my soaked pussy with every stroke.

The sound was obscene, echoing with my gasps.

His hand slid down, fingers rough and merciless as they found my swollen clit.

He circled once—slow, taunting—before grinding hard while he pounded me from behind.

“ Feel that? My cock in your cunt, my balls against you, my fingers on your clit—fuck, you ’ re made for this,” he growled, rutting into me with animal force.

I screamed into the pillows, body jerking as pleasure and pain collided. His fingers rubbed faster, cruel and relentless, while his hips crashed into mine, burying himself balls-deep until I felt split wide open.

“ Come on my cock, Princess. Come while I fuck you raw. Let me feel that greedy little cunt milk me dry.”

I shook beneath him, helpless, every thrust smashing me further into the mattress, every rub against my clit pulling me closer to the edge. My vision blurred, my throat gave out on the moans, until all I could do was thrash against him, begging for release.

The pressure snapped, and I screamed into the pillows, body convulsing as my orgasm tore through me.

My pussy clenched around him, milking, gripping, refusing to let him go.

But he didn ’ t slow. He fucked me right through it, his cock pistoning into my spasming cunt, his fingers still grinding against my clit until I was sobbing, writhing, caught in wave after brutal wave.

“ Yeah, scream for me, filthy little whore,” he rasped, pounding me harder, driving me into overstimulation. “ Your cunt doesn ’ t want to let go—greedy little thing.”

I thought I ’ d collapse, but he yanked out and flipped me onto my back, forcing my legs wide. His cock glistened with my mess, thick and furious as he stroked himself over me. I barely caught my breath before he snarled and climbed higher, pinning me with his weight.

“ Look at me, Poppy.”

My dazed eyes locked on his as he loomed over me, pumping his cock with ruthless fists. The veins bulged, his jaw clenched, and then he let go—thick white ropes of come streaking across my face, splattering my lips, my breasts, dripping hot and heavy down my skin.

“ Fuck…take it all. Wear me, taste me. You ’ re mine now.”

I gasped, mouth open, tongue out, as the final spurts painted me. His eyes burned down into mine, savage and victorious, while I lay there covered in him—claimed inside and out.

His chest heaved as the last drops spilled from his cock, hot streaks painting me in ruin.

I blinked through the mess on my lashes, my lips parted, waiting.

He smirked darkly, dragging two fingers through the come splattered across my tits.

The hot, thick come coated his knuckles until it began to drip slowly.

“ Open,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, tongue out, throat raw, needy. He pressed his fingers between my lips, smearing himself across my tongue before pushing deeper. I sucked greedily, my cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his.

“ That ’ s it. Swallow every fucking drop I give you.”

When he pulled free, he wiped more from my breasts, gathering it slowly and deliberately, making me watch. Each time, he shoved it past my lips, making me lick his fingers clean. My skin grew sticky with what he left behind, but my mouth burned with the taste of him.

“ Good little slut,” he murmured, feeding me the last pearly streak from my chin. “ You ’ ll wear my mess and swallow it until it ’ s all you crave.”

I whimpered, sucking him clean, desperate for more.

Benedict Lancaster had exceeded all of my expectations, but more than that, he gave me a safe space free of shame to explore all the nasty fantasies I’d ever had. I should’ve felt humiliated, not empowered.

This was something I would ponder on in my free time.