Page 16 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

The champagne fizzed as I tipped it, bubbles laced with streaks of my come spilling straight into her waiting mouth. Some ran down her chin, dripping to her tits, but she swallowed greedily, throat working as she took every drop.

“ Good girl,” I rasped, watching her drink me like holy communion. My cock pulsed at the sight—her lips glistening with champagne and seed, her mouth still open, begging for more.

I smirked and dragged my thumb across her slick chin before pushing it past her lips. “ Not a drop wasted, Poppy. You live for my filth.”

Her lips glistened, her chest streaked with my mess. I dragged my thumb across her chin and fed it back between her swollen lips, watching her tongue curl around me. “ Good girl,” I murmured, voice rough from how hard I ’ d taken her.

When she swallowed, I leaned down, finally giving her the softness I ’ d denied her all night. My mouth covered hers, deep and unhurried, letting her taste us both on my tongue. She melted into it, clinging to me, her arms winding around my neck like she was too spent to hold herself up.

I gathered her against me and lay back, pulling her small frame over my chest. She fit perfectly, warm and messy, her cheek pressed to my skin as her breath steadied. My hand traced her spine, down to the curve of her ass, possessive even in the lull.

“ You took everything I gave you,” I whispered into her hair. “ Every filthy drop. That mouth, that cunt, that perfect little body…all mine.”

Her soft laugh vibrated against me. “ I deserve a medal.”

“ You ’ ll get more than that, Princess.” I kissed her temple, slow and indulgent. “ You get me.”

I brushed my lips over her damp hair, breathing her in. “ You ’ ll wake up aching everywhere,” I muttered, my hand cupping her ass, squeezing slow and possessive. “ And I ’ ll still want more.”

She gave a sleepy hum, lifting her head just enough to meet my mouth. Her kiss was lazy, swollen lips dragging over mine, but there was heat in it still, the same hunger that had burned all night.

I deepened it, claiming her mouth again, tasting her ragged breaths. When she finally sagged against me, spent and pliant, I tightened my arm around her waist and whispered against her lips, “ Sleep messy, Princess. You belong to me like this.”

Poppy blew me away in more ways than one. If anyone was an addict, it was me.

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The morning light cut through the blinds, warm against my back. She was sprawled on top of me, one thigh slung over my hip, her cunt pressed against my cock like it belonged there even in sleep.

I hadn ’ t slept much. How could I with her clinging to me, still wet from the night before, her skin hot and sticky against mine? My cock stirred the moment her body shifted in her sleep, sliding against me with a little sigh that went straight to my balls.

I brushed her tangled hair from her face and kissed her temple. She smelled like sex, sweat, and champagne, and it made my cock pulse harder beneath her.

“ Wake up, Princess,” I murmured, grinding against her slowly.

Her eyes blinked open, hazel dark and glassy, and she gave me the sweetest, wrecked smile before wriggling against me. She hissed when her thighs brushed together. Sore, aching and fucking perfect.

“ Too early,” she croaked, voice raw from my cock.

I grinned and pushed her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide despite her sleepy protest. “ You don ’ t have to talk. You just have to take it.”

Her lips parted in a gasp as I slid inside her swollen, used cunt, sinking into the mess I ’ d left behind hours ago. I kissed her open mouth, swallowing her groan.

Her cunt squeezed me like it was reluctant to let me go, clinging to every inch as I pushed all the way in and held. She was still half-asleep, hazel eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted in a soft gasp.

I stayed buried, grinding my hips in slow circles, feeling her body stretch around me. I kissed her throat, her jaw, the corner of her swollen lips, whispering filth as I moved lazily inside her.

“ That ’ s it, Princess… let me wake you up properly. Feel how deep I am? You ’ re still swollen from last night, still messy from me, and you ’ re taking it all over again.”

Her breath hitched, a moan slipping free as she arched against me. The more she stirred, the more urgent her body became—hips pushing up, cunt milking me in long squeezes, thighs tightening around my waist.

“ Good girl,” I murmured, dragging my cock almost all the way out before sliding back in slow and deliberate, making her feel the full length. “ Wake up for me. Grind that filthy little pussy on my cock. Show me how much you need it.”

She whimpered, arms curling around my shoulders, mouth finding mine in a messy, needy kiss. The kiss grew hungrier as she woke fully, and soon she was rolling her hips against mine, chasing each deep thrust.

I nipped at her ear, voice low and rough. “ You love waking up with cock in you, don ’ t you? My cock, stretching you, filling you. You ’ ll never start another morning without it. You ’ ll never want to.”

Her nails clawed down my back as she moaned into my mouth, and I knew she was gone to it—awake now, ravenous, grinding herself into a slow frenzy beneath me.

I kept the rhythm unhurried, torturing us both with depth instead of speed, my lips at her ear feeding her every filthy truth I knew she craved.

Her tits were soft against my chest, her nipples already hard from the drag of my skin. I slid a hand between us, rolling one stiff peak between my fingers until she gasped against my mouth.

“ That ’ s it… moan for me. You remember last night, don ’ t you? Your messy mouth, dripping spit, and come down your chin while you sucked me like a good little slut. That throat ’ s still sore, isn ’ t it?”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her cunt clenching as I pinched harder. I switched to the other nipple, tugging it until her back arched and she cried out.

“ You loved it—being on your knees, swallowing what I gave you. You loved me ruining your lace, dipping them in champagne and making you suck the filth off your knickers. My filthy girl… you ’ ll beg me to do it again.”

She whimpered, hips working harder, grinding down on me in long, desperate rolls that made her tits bounce in my hand. I caught one nipple between my teeth and tugged, listening to her cry out beneath me.

“ That ’ s right… fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how bad you want it. You ’ re not my designer now, Poppy—you ’ re my whore. And whores wake up with a cock in their cunt, begging to be filled.”

Her nails clawed at my shoulders, her breath ragged as she bucked harder, chasing the friction, chasing the orgasm that was already coiling through her belly. I pinched both nipples between my fingers, pulled them cruelly, and thrust deep, balls slapping against her soaked folds.

“ Come on my cock, Princess,” I snarled into her ear. “ Show me how a good little slut wakes up.”

Her pussy clenched like a vice around me, and I felt her walls fluttering, begging for release. I let go of her nipples and gripped her hips instead, slamming her down onto my cock, over and over, until the sound of her wet cunt filled the room.

“ That ’ s it—take it, take every inch. You want to be used, don ’ t you? My filthy little fucktoy, waking up dripping and needy for Daddy’s fat cock.”

Her head thrashed on the pillow, hair sticking to her sweaty face as she cried out. I rammed harder, faster, the slap of my balls against her clit making her scream.

“ Come for me, Poppy. Drench my cock. Show me how messy you are.”

Her body convulsed, thighs trembling as she let go.

Hot liquid burst over me, splattering my stomach and the sheets.

She screamed, nails raking down my back, as wave after wave of release shook through her.

I didn’t know if she’d pissed herself or squirted on me, but it didn’t matter. I fucking loved it.

“ Fuck yes,” I snarled, grinding deep, feeling the gush coat my cock and balls. “ Look at you—soaking me, soaking the bed. My perfect little slut, pissing her pleasure all over her Daddy ’ s cock.”

Her cunt still rippled around me, milking every inch as I held her down, driving through the flood until she collapsed limp and trembling beneath me. I slammed into her with a grunt, pressing my balls against her as I came inside her. Hot spurt after spurt, jetting inside her beautiful cunt.

When I caught my breath, I kissed the side of her mouth, filthy and tender in the same breath. “ Good girl. That ’ s how you say good morning.”

I pulled out slowly, watching my spend trickle down her swollen folds. She sighed, boneless in the sheets, until I grabbed the empty champagne flute from the nightstand. I pressed it between her thighs, collecting every last drop as it slid from her pussy.

She lifted her head weakly, lips parting as if she already knew what was coming.

I swirled the cloudy mix in the glass, thick with the taste of both of us. But instead of handing it to her, I drank it down myself—slow, deliberate, making sure her hazel eyes never left my throat as I swallowed.

She licked her swollen lips, breath shuddering, waiting.

I leaned down, lips grazing hers, and let a mouthful of it pool back into her mouth with my tongue, messy and hot.

Her muffled gasp made me groan. I pulled back just long enough to gather another thick strand of spit in my mouth and forced that into her too, pressing her chin until she gulped everything down.

“ Breakfast of champions,” I murmured darkly, thumbing her wet lips apart to watch the last of it drip down her tongue.

Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed, eyes glazed, thighs pressed together in desperate heat.

“ Good girl. Drink every drop Daddy gives you,” I growled, sliding two fingers between her lips and watching her suck them clean. “ Come and spit for breakfast. That ’ s all you need.”

I could never get enough of those filthy lips.