Page 23 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

Benedict

I smiled against her mouth when someone cleared their throat. When it came to Poppy, nothing else mattered—and no one fucked with my Princess. Her eyes stayed closed, lips swollen and pink, her breath mingling with mine. The shattered glass glittered at our feet.

If nothing else, Lady Delphina and her precious brat of a daughter had just been treated to a show. The man who sired her deserved a horsewhipping.

Her lashes flickered, and her eyes opened—dazed, soft, without a trace of sorrow. My chest loosened. Every moment with her felt like a fever dream, too good to be true. The only thorn in my side was her refusal to let me into our fuck room.

“ You ’ re a bad Daddy,” she whispered, sighing. “ But I love it.”

The music drifted across the garden—slow, delicate strings that were meant for polite waltzes.

Poppy pressed against me on the grass like we were in some dark club instead of Hadlow ’ s manicured estate.

Her hips rolled, dragging over my cock, her hands locked behind my neck as though I ’ d ever let her go.

I let her grind, let every shocked murmur ripple through the crowd, my hand tight on her waist. She was grinning, shameless, her long auburn hair falling wild over her shoulders, green silk clinging to her curves. My filthy little Princess, turning this prim event into our own private sin.

“ Keep moving like that and I ’ ll bend you over Hadlow ’ s fucking rose bushes,” I growled against her ear, smiling when she shivered and clung tighter.

The violins swelled. We didn ’ t waltz. We fucked each other standing, fully clothed, in front of her father, her stepmother, half the bloody aristocracy. And I couldn ’ t bring myself to care.

The music slowed, and I embraced her, allowing my fingertips to rest on her arse.

“ She used to lock me in the linen closet,” Poppy whispered into my chest.

I froze. My jaw tightened as I tilted her chin up, searching her eyes. “ That bitch?” I muttered low, careful no one else heard. “ She put her hands on you like that?”

Poppy gave a small nod, eyes glassy but defiant. I kissed her temple, then pressed my mouth to her ear. “ Princess, if I ’ d been there, I ’ d have broken that fucking door down. I ’ d have broken her, too.”

“ You were too busy being married to wife number two,” she said with a sad little smile. “ And I was only nine.”

We swayed to the music. The garden, the guests, even Delphina ’ s shrill voice in the distance—all of it disappeared. She was warm, pliant, alive in my arms.

“ Not anymore,” I promised, dragging my lips along her throat. “ You ’ re not that little girl anymore. You ’ re my Princess now—and Daddy will always have your back.”

I stared at her ageing father, his younger wife, and her simpering stepsister—the paupers of the party. The land no longer mattered—not when I could hire the best architect to reimagine the original plans.

“ Nothing like spicing one of our parties up,” George said with a grin.

I reluctantly released Poppy to shake our host ’ s hand.

“ Great exposure for our cause,” Mary added, then turned to Poppy. “ Why don ’ t I give you a tour of our new pond?”

Poppy hugged her warmly.

“ It ’ s good to see you.”

“ Grace would have howled at your antics,” Mary chuckled.

“ Nana had a wicked sense of humour,” Poppy agreed, slipping her arm through Mary ’ s.

She shot me a parting smile as Mary tugged her away.

“ They ’ ll be back. Don ’ t look so worried,” George said, eyeing his wife like a wolf on old bones.

The Hadlows had to be in their seventies, but the possessiveness in his gaze was still sharp. They gave me hope for my future with Poppy.

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“ If you fall, you ’ re going to flash my neighbours, and there are consequences for that, Princess,” I warned, tightening my grip on her arm while wrestling with the keys.

“ Pfft. They ’ re all asleep,” she said, flinging her free arm like some drunken ballerina. The hem of her dress rode higher, and I cursed under my breath.

“ Keep that up, and I ’ ll bend you over the doorstep and spank you. Sleepy neighbours or not.”

She hiccupped, leaned into my side, then whispered far too loudly, “ You wouldn ’ t. You ’ re too much of a gentleman.”

I finally shoved the key home, teeth grinding, as she pressed her lips sloppily against my jaw

“ Gentleman, my arse,” I muttered, hauling her over the threshold.

Truth be told, I ’ d loved watching Poppy have fun. The happier she became, the more miserable it made her family, and with me by her side, they never approached her again.

“ True. Your cock is no gentleman,” she said, trying to slip her hand down the waistband of my trousers.

“ Good evening, Mrs K,” I said loudly, and she jerked her hand away at lightning speed, looking around at the empty hallway.

I moved fast, dragging her to the elevator, stabbing the button.

“ That was mean, Daddy,” she said with a pout.

“I’ll make it up to you, Princess,” I said, tugging her into the elevator.

“I’m so hungry,” she said, licking her lips and eyeing my cock again.

“I can see that, Princess. Don't worry your pretty head. Daddy is going to feed you.”

My smile vanished when I heard her zip slide down. She pushed the lace off her shoulder, and the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her naked but for the little string pouch around her wrist.

“ Dirty fucking girl,” I growled, yanking my bow tie loose just as the elevator doors slid open.

She stepped out of the puddle of lace, chin high, tits proud, heels clicking like she owned the building. Regal as a bloody queen, sashaying out of the lift in nothing but stilettos and that ridiculous pouch dangling from her wrist.

“ Poppy,” I hissed, snatching up her dress with one hand while I stalked after her, bow tie hanging undone, jacket open.

“ Relax, Daddy.” She tossed a glance over her shoulder, a wicked smile curving her lips. “ Your neighbours are asleep, remember?”

“ Keep pushing me, Princess,” I growled, catching her wrist and dragging her to the bedroom door before I fucking exploded in my trousers.

I sat her on the bed and knelt to unbuckle her black stilettos. The white crystals along the straps caught the light, sparkling as bright as the mischief in her eyes. She spread her legs wider, and my face was level with her bare cunt.

When I glanced up, she was nibbling her lower lip, eyes dark with amusement and raw hunger—like she already knew she had me on my knees in more ways than one.

“ Go put the shower on, Princess,” I said, calm on the outside though my blood was anything but.

She rose, flashing me her arse as she sauntered away. Seconds later, I tore out of my clothing—buttons ripped, shoes kicked God knows where, my crumpled tux left in ruins on the floor.

When I reached the shower, steam was already curling up the glass, and she was kneeling on the tiles with her knees spread, water cascading down the back of her head.

“ Princess, you are fucking perfect,” I murmured, stepping closer.

I slid my thumb between her lips, cupping her cheek as I rested my cock over her eyes.

She opened her mouth, tongue flicking out, and I dragged my cock down her face until the head pressed to her waiting tongue.

Pulling my thumb free, I nudged inside, feeding her my cock until it hit the back of her throat.

Her hands clutched my hips as she sealed her lips tight around me.

“ Daddy ’ s little piss Princess,” I growled, before unleashing a hot stream straight into her mouth. “ Fuck.”

It spilled from the corners of her lips as she gagged, and I pulled out, stroking myself as I watched her swallow. Her eyes fluttered shut, then opened again, head tipped back as she parted her mouth wider.

“ Good girl. This is what you ’ ve been craving all night,” I rasped, lifting my cock to spray hot piss over her face and hair, marking her every way I could.

When I was almost done, I angled back to spray her breasts, watching my piss splash over her pert nipples. She lifted her head, mouth open again, and I stepped closer to feed her the last trickle.

“ My greedy girl,” I murmured, stroking her wet hair. “ Now that you ’ ve emptied Daddy ’ s bladder, it ’ s time to drain my balls. Stand up.”

I hauled her up until she stood beneath the steaming water, her hands immediately wrapping around my cock and tugging hard.

I shut off the shower and snagged a towel, wrapping it tight around her trembling body.

The heat still clung to us, but I pulled her close, rubbing her back and brushing my lips over her temple.

When her nails dug into my arse, I chuckled.

“ So impatient,” I murmured, steering her out of the shower.

I carried her to the bed and laid her down, peeling the towel away until she was spread out naked for me. Her legs parted instantly, needy little thing, and I lowered myself between them, gripping her thighs. My mouth found her cunt, licking her slow, steady, until she was writhing on the sheets.

“ Princess tastes like champagne and sin,” I growled against her, flicking my tongue over her clit until she moaned.

I gathered some saliva in my mouth, spreading her folds open before spitting directly on her. I watched my spit slide down her pink cunt until it dribbled over her tight little arsehole.

“ Oh, fuck,” she moaned, trying to raise her hips.

I buried my face in her pussy, licking, sucking, and chewing before plunging my tongue inside her wet hole. She tried to move her legs, but I held them down, dragging my tongue, beard, and lips all over her until she was pulling on my hair.

I hooked my arms under her thighs and tilted her hips up, pinning her down as my tongue dragged lower, over her slick seam, down to her tight little arse.

“ Daddy ’ s filthy mouth wants it all,” I murmured before spreading her open with my thumbs, staring down at her spit-slicked arsehole.

I circled the tight little pucker with my tongue, slow and deliberate, before forcing her wider and plunging inside.

“ Yes, oh, yes. More…please, Daddy,” she groaned, writhing as I stabbed my tongue into her loosening hole over and over.

When I finally pulled back, my tongue was wet with her, my beard coated. I released her thighs and dragged myself up her body, crushing my mouth to hers.

My tongue delved deep, making her taste herself, because my Princess was fucking delicious.

I licked her lips before pulling back.

“ Open.”

Her hazel-green eyes were wide, drunk on lust. She stuck her tongue out, obedient little slut, and I let a thick pool of spit drip onto it, watching her swallow before I leaned down and spat directly into her mouth.

“ Perfect. Keep that mouth open,” I said, pulling her down the bed until her head slipped off the pillow and lay flat against the mattress.

That gave me the room to straddle her chest, my knees wide, my cock hanging heavy above her lips.

Her throat bobbed, eyes glazed, mouth still parted just like I wanted.

“ Daddy ’ s going to use this filthy mouth,” I said, tapping my cock on her outstretched tongue.

I fed her the head first, inch by inch, dragging my length over her lips until they stretched wide around me. Her throat convulsed the moment I nudged deeper, and I hissed through my teeth.

“ That ’ s it, choke on it. You love being used, don ’ t you, Princess?” I snarled, pushing until her nose brushed my skin. Her gag made her throat clutch around me, milking my cock, and I nearly lost it right there.

I pulled back slowly, spit slicking me from crown to base, then slammed forward, gripping her hair and forcing her head back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. My balls slapped her chin, spit and drool running down them in wet strings.

“ Look at you—fuckin ’ wrecked. Daddy ’ s little cockslut. Gagging on Daddy ’ s cock like it ’ s the only thing keeping you alive.” I dragged her head down harder, burying myself deep until her throat bulged around me. “ Swallow it. Every fucking inch.”

Her eyes streamed, her chest heaved beneath me, but her tongue still curled against me, desperate and obedient.

When her face was a dripping wreck, I yanked out, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Spit and drool clung to her chin, strings hanging between her lips and my cock.

“ Not done with you yet, Princess,” I growled, slapping my slick length against her cheek before grinding my wet cock and balls all over her face. Her skin glistened, smeared with spit, tears, and my mess, and she whimpered like the dirty little slut she was.

“ Look at you—filthy, ruined. My cockpaint all over your pretty cheeks.” I dragged my balls over her lips, smearing her with every stroke. “ Daddy ’ s artwork. You love being marked, don ’ t you? You ’ d wear this mess in public if I told you to.”

Her tongue darted out, licking what she could, eyes glazed, body trembling.

“It’s time to fuck you raw,” I growled, reaching into the drawer for some lube.