Page 15 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

Benedict

Her hazel eyes were dark and feverish as she sucked my fingers clean.

She wasn't done, and neither was I. When she was finished licking me clean, I claimed those filthy lips, tasting us.

Her fingers raked through my hair as she kissed me back.

I pulled back and kissed her filthy face before I lay back on the bed, giving her a few moments to catch her breath.

“ Lick Daddy ’ s cock clean, Princess,” I said, placing my hands beneath my head. “ Properly, and you made a mess of my balls as well.”

Her hazel eyes were glazed with hunger, but her tongue obeyed, trailing down my shaft, soft licks turning into slow, deliberate swirls. When she reached my balls, she cupped them in her hand and sucked, the wet heat of her mouth making my cock twitch back to life.

“ Good girl,” I groaned, watching her lap me clean.

Her tongue darted everywhere, greedy, eager. She made obscene sounds as she worked, little moans vibrating against my skin. When she crawled up, licking the last streak from my shaft, I caught her chin, smearing her lips with what she ’ d missed.

“ You ’ re addicted already,” I murmured, knowing the addiction was mutual.

She didn ’ t answer—she didn ’ t need to. Her swollen lips and hungry gaze told me everything.

I shifted, sliding pillows behind my head, my cock standing tall against my belly. I tapped it once, deliberately, against my abs. “ Climb up, Poppy. Put those perfect tits around me.”

Her breath caught, but she straddled my thighs. I guided her hands, showing her how to press her breasts together, wrapping my cock between the soft swell.

“ Fuck, yes,” I rasped, rocking my hips forward. “ Look at you. My filthy little slut, giving me a throne fit for a king.”

My cock slid between her tits, glistening with spit and come, the head bumping against her chin with each thrust. I stared down at the sight—her tits wrapped around me, her mouth open, tongue flicking out to catch me every time I reached her lips.

“ Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck your chest. Don ’ t you dare look away.”

I dragged her back onto the bed and shoved her flat against the pillows. Her hair fanned out, her lips red and swollen, her eyes glassy with need. Perfect. Mine. I climbed over her, cock heavy and dripping against her sternum.

“ Spit on it,” I ordered, tapping the head against her mouth.

She obeyed without hesitation, letting a thick string fall across my shaft. I groaned as I smeared it along my length, grinding it down into the soft swell of her tits. My hands closed around her chest, squeezing those perfect globes tight together as I thrust between them.

“ Fuck, look at you,” I muttered, watching the head of my cock slide up toward her chin before disappearing again into her cleavage. “ Built to worship me.”

Her tongue darted out to catch me every time I pushed high enough, wetting the head with eager little flicks. I clenched my jaw, rutting harder, faster, my cock glistening between her tits as I used her the way I wanted.

“ Such a filthy slut for me. My cock between your perfect tits while you beg with those eyes.”

Her nipples were hard, her chest heaving as I fucked her breasts like they belonged to me—and they did. Every inch of her did.

“ Keep licking me, Princess. I ’ m going to cover you in my mess, and you ’ re going to lick it all clean.”

Her tits were slick with spit and precum, her tongue darting out to taste me every time I pushed high enough. I was close, too fucking close, but I wasn ’ t ready to let go yet.

“ Open that filthy mouth,” I ordered, pulling free of her tits and smearing the head across her lips. She obeyed instantly, lips parting wide, tongue flicking out to greet me. I shoved myself between her teeth, groaning as the heat of her mouth closed around me again.

“ That ’ s it. Take me deeper. Hands down,” I growled, grabbing her wrists and forcing them lower. “ Play with my balls while I fuck your mouth.”

Her palms cupped me, delicate fingers massaging, squeezing in rhythm with my thrusts. The wet heat of her mouth, the sight of her eyes locked on mine as she worked me—it was fucking obscene. My cock swelled, heavy and aching, her tongue swirling while her hands kneaded me like she lived to please.

“ Good girl,” I rasped, pushing harder, deeper, until her throat strained around me. “ Keep stroking my balls while I use your mouth. That ’ s it—my perfect little slut.”

The mess of spit on her chin glistened beneath the light, my cock sliding in and out, her throat choking around me as her hands rolled me closer and closer to the edge.

The devil in me wanted to torment her some more.

“ Do you want me in your cunt again, Poppy?” I said, pushing so deep that my balls rested against her lips.

I felt her throat ripple around my cock as she held herself open for me. Her eyes watered, and even with her neck stuffed with my cock she tried to nod.

I smiled and rocked my hips against her face, listening to wet sounds in her mouth before I released her.

“ Get on your hands and knees and spread your holes open for me,” I said, moving off her while I gripped my cock.

She rolled onto her belly, coughing softly, spit shining down her chin as she scrambled into position.

Her skirt suit and blouse were long gone, leaving her stockings laddered, her hair wild, and her body flushed.

She crawled to the centre of the bed before arching down, presenting herself like prey that already knew it had been claimed.

I stroked my cock slowly, letting precum drip across her lower back as I watched her trembling fingers reach behind to pull her cheeks apart. The sight of her pink hole gaping next to her soaked cunt almost made me spill right there.

“ Look at you,” I rasped, circling closer until my cockhead pressed against the base of her spine, smearing her skin with my mess. “ So desperate to be fucked you ’ d tear yourself open for me.”

She whimpered, glancing over her shoulder, eyes hazy and ruined. “ Please…”

“ Please what?” I stepped up behind her, cock sliding between her spread cheeks, heavy balls dragging over her clit. “ Tell me exactly what you want me to do to these holes.”

Her voice broke, raw and needy, but she obeyed. “ Fuck me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

I chuckled darkly, lining myself up and smacking my cock against her open cunt, making her jolt forward on her knees. “ Greedy little slut. You ’ ll take what I give you—and you ’ ll thank me when I ’ m done.”

I held her ass cheek wide, spreading her open, and spat directly on her arsehole. The wet line slid down, disappearing between her cheeks. I spat again, slower this time, watching it glisten before rubbing my thumb over her tight, twitching hole.

She shuddered when I eased my cock into her dripping cunt, walls gripping me like a fist, and I pressed harder on her arsehole until it began to yield.

“ I bet you ’ re a filthy backdoor slut, since you want my cock in every hole you ’ ve got,” I murmured, grinding deep into her pussy as my thumb finally breached her.

Her gasp broke into a cry, body bucking as she pushed back, impaling herself on cock and thumb like she couldn ’ t get enough.

I shook my head, clamping my hand on her hip to still her. “ Greedy little whore. You ’ ll take what I give you—no more, no less. Understand?”

She whined, clenching around both intrusions, her answer a needy, broken: “ Yes…”

I twisted my thumb inside her ass, fucking her hole with it in time with my cock plunging into her cunt. The sounds of her squelching wetness filled the room, each thrust driving her forward into the mattress.

“ Oh—ohh,” she moaned, her head collapsing into the pillow, hair a wild mess around her face.

I worked my cock in her cunt and my thumb in her ass, fucking both holes in rhythm until her cries broke into something halfway between a moan and a prayer.

Praying for mercy? For more? I didn ’ t give a fuck. All I knew was I had her stuffed and squirming, begging whatever god she thought was listening while I wrecked her from behind.

“ Yes, Poppy. I can ’ t wait to have you upstairs, strapped down while I fuck this tight little arsehole. But you won ’ t be praying to God. You ’ ll be praying to me.”

Her ass and pussy clenched around me at once, making me groan deep in my chest. Two greedy little fuckholes wrapped tight around me, squeezing like they were made for me.

“ That ’ s it, Princess,” I rasped, pumping harder, thumb twisting deeper into her backdoor. “ Your god isn ’ t listening. Only I am. And I ’ ll make damn sure every prayer you whisper ends with my cock.”

Her muffled cries melted into wet, broken moans, and the way her body gripped me told me she was close.

Her whole body went taut, trembling around me as her cunt and arse clamped down in perfect rhythm. She screamed into the pillow, muffled, raw, as her orgasm tore through her. I fucked her harder, thumb buried deep, until my balls slapped her soaked clit and I finally let go.

“ Fuck—Poppy,” I growled, spilling hard inside her greedy little cunt, pumping every last drop into her until she was shaking, dripping, collapsing beneath me.

I pulled free slowly, watching my come seep out of her swollen slit.

The sight made my cock throb again. Reaching for the empty champagne flute on the nightstand, I poured more bubbles, then pressed the rim beneath her pussy.

Her hips jerked as hot streaks of my seed spilled into the fizzing drink, white streaks twisting through gold.

“ Perfect,” I murmured, swirling it lazily. “ A cocktail fit for my filthy little slut.”

I held the glass towards her. “ Open wide, Poppy. Drink my come.”

She turned, hair sticking to her damp face, and lifted her head off the mattress. Hazel eyes, glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted in invitation. When I tilted the glass above her, she opened wider, tongue out like the depraved little slut she was.