Page 18 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

Benedict

Until Poppy moved in with me, I could not leave her alone. Hell, I hadn ’ t lasted a single night. But as she slept beside me, my cock still buried deep inside her, I knew she was the one for me.

Our first encounter had blown me away—literally and figuratively.

She had her project upstairs and a signed contract with my company.

I ’ d been young when I married Rachelle, and I should have known better with Cassandra.

Poppy was nothing like either woman. Too young, too sweet for a bastard like me.

I pressed a kiss to her shoulder before slipping my hand beneath the cover, cupping her breast. My thumb rubbed lazily over her nipple until it stiffened against my palm.

I should have let her rest, but neither of us had work tomorrow, and I couldn ’ t resist the feel of her hot, tight cunt wrapped around me.

My Princess ’ s pussy was still wet from the last load I ’ d fed her. I felt myself swelling inside her at the memory. She couldn ’ t get enough of it—my filthy little addict—and I would never stop feeding her.

I ’ d been lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling with my cock twitching inside her.

She slept so fucking peacefully, curled against me, lips parted, lashes fluttering like some sweet little innocent.

Innocent, my arse. She ’ d taken every filthy thing I ’ d given her last night and begged for more.

And now? She ’ d left me hard and sleepless, my head full of how she ’ d looked with my come dripping off her face.

By the time I rolled her onto her belly, I was seething with hunger. My cock slid out, wet and sticky, and I spat between her thighs before shoving back inside. She jolted awake with a muffled scream into the pillow.

“ Yeah, Princess—wake the fuck up. You kept me waiting all night,” I growled, pounding into her. Her cunt was still slick with our mess, clinging around me. I spread her arse wide and shoved my thumb into her tighter hole, splitting both holes raw.

“ Please—please!” she sobbed, fists knotting in the sheets.

“ Please what? Please stop?” I snarled, driving harder. “ Not a fucking chance. You wanted me in every hole, and you ’ ll take it until I decide you ’ re done.”

Her little arse lifted, offering herself back to me, and I gripped her hips so tight I knew she ’ d bruise. I slammed myself deeper until her cry broke into a scream. She wasn ’ t lying—her pussy really was a masochist. I ’ d never known another cunt that could take a beating like hers.

“ That ’ s it, Princess—lift that greedy hole and take it. Feel my balls slapping your messy little cunt raw,” I grunted, sweat rolling down my temple as I kept pounding her into the mattress.

I bent low over her back, my chest pressed to her damp skin, my cock still slamming into her as I caught her ear with my lips.

“ Listen to that, Princess. That ’ s your greedy cunt squelching for me—your hole begging to be used. Doesn ’ t matter how many times I fill you, it ’ s never enough.”

Her body bucked, strangled cries muffled into the pillow, and I licked the sweat from her neck. My thumb twisted deeper in her arse, my hips grinding harder.

“ You love being split open, don ’ t you? Two holes full and still crying for more. My perfect little whore. Tell me whose cock owns this messy cunt.”

“ Y-yours!” she sobbed, throat raw.

“ Say it louder.” I bit her shoulder and shoved my cock so deep her body arched off the bed. “ Say it so even God knows who owns your pussy.”

“ Yours, Daddy! It ’ s yours!”

I growled into her ear, letting her feel the vibrations run through her body.

“ Good girl. That ’ s what I like to hear.

Every filthy hole belongs to me, and I ’ ll wreck them until you can ’ t take cock from anyone else.

You ’ ll bleed for me, leak for me, drown the sheets for me, and you ’ ll still spread those legs the second I tell you to. ”

Her thighs trembled violently, her cunt clamping down in desperate spasms. I reached beneath her and rubbed her clit hard, circling fast while I kept driving her against the mattress.

“ Come for me, Princess. Spray my cock. Make a mess like the dirty slut you are.”

Her scream broke, her whole body convulsing as liquid burst from her cunt, soaking us both. I snarled, grinding myself inside her quaking pussy, forcing her to ride out the flood while I whispered filth against her ear.

“ Good little fountain… that ’ s it. Squirt for your Daddy. Drench my cock until you can ’ t breathe.”

I dragged myself out of her, cock slick and angry, and flipped her onto her back before she had a chance to catch her breath.

She stared up at me with tear-wet lashes, her chest heaving, her cunt still trembling from the pounding.

I fisted my cock above her, stroking hard, letting her see every twitch of my hand.

“ Keep your mouth open, Princess. Eyes too. Don ’ t you dare blink. You ’ re going to watch what I do to you.”

Her lips parted, tongue peeking out as her hazel eyes locked on me. I stood over her, jerking faster, veins thick and pulsing.

“ That ’ s it. Look at me while I paint that pretty face. Wide mouth, baby—show me where you want it.”

She whimpered, opening wider, eyes glassy, throat working as she swallowed down a sob of need.

I snarled, pumping harder. “ Filthy little slut… waiting to be drenched. You ’ ll take every drop I give you, all over those eyes, in that hungry mouth. Keep it open.”

Her nails dug into the sheets, chest arched, and I leaned over her, cock hovering above her lips. The first hot ropes spurted across her cheek, streaking into her hair. She gasped but didn ’ t close her eyes.

“ Good girl,” I gritted, aiming down. A second burst landed over her tongue, dripping from her lips. Another across her lashes, white smearing her vision. “ That ’ s it—don ’ t blink. Stay wide for me.”

Her chest shook as she obediently held her eyes open, sticky strands clinging, while I emptied the rest across her face and tits.

I groaned, squeezing out the last dribble directly onto her tongue. “ Now swallow… show me my Princess knows how to take her reward.”

My cock throbbed as the last thick globs oozed out, clinging heavy to her cheeks, dripping from her lashes. She didn ’ t blink. Didn ’ t move—my filthy little masterpiece.

“ Look at the state of you,” I rasped, stroking myself one last time, smearing the head through the mess on her face. “ My dirty little cum doll.”

A fat drop clung to her chin before sliding down, and I caught it on my thumb. I shoved it between her lips. “ Suck. All of it.”

She whimpered and latched on, sucking thick, spit-slick come straight from my hand. I spread the rest across her swollen lips, pushing globs inside, smearing the corners until it streaked her tongue.

“ That ’ s it. Don ’ t waste a drop. You ’ ll eat every bit of me.”

Her eyes never left mine as I dragged two fingers down her cheek, gathering the sticky streaks and pressing them into her mouth. She held my wrist, desperate, licking between my fingers, moaning as she cleaned me.

“ Greedy little slut,” I growled, feeding her more. “ You love it thick, don ’ t you? My come coating your tongue, sliding down your throat. Look at you—holding my hand like it ’ s the only thing keeping you alive.”

She moaned again, sucking until my knuckles shone wet. I scooped another glob from her chest, thick and white against her flushed skin, and smeared it across her lips.

“ Open wide, Princess. Show me that dirty tongue.”

She obeyed, tongue out, glistening, and I wiped the last of my mess across it before pushing my fingers deep into her mouth. She gagged, then swallowed, sucking hard, eyes watering.

“ Good girl,” I snarled, forcing her jaw open wider. “ Swallow every last drop. You ’ ll never eat breakfast again without thinking of my cock.”

Her lips were glistening with my mess when I leaned down and dragged my tongue across them, licking her filthy before sealing my mouth over hers.

It was wet, sloppy, desperate—teeth and tongue clashing until she moaned into me.

Her arms wound tight around my neck, her legs hooked around my waist, pulling me flush against her.

Our bodies stuck together, sweat and come slicking every inch.

I broke the kiss only to drag my lips down her jaw, my breath hot against her ear. My hold on her tightened as though I could fuse us into one.

“ I ’ m never letting you go, Princess,” I whispered, voice ragged with the truth.

Her limbs tightened around me, clutching like chains—and that was the only confirmation I needed. She was mine.