Page 24 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

Poppy

I could still taste him, bitter, salty and thick on my tongue, my face smeared in spit and precum. My lungs burned from choking on him, but my cunt clenched like it was begging for more. I blinked up at him through the mess, my cheeks wet, lips swollen, hair plastered to my skin.

Then I heard him. “It ’ s time to fuck you raw.”

My thighs fell open, and I saw him squirt lube onto his palm. He lathered his cock with it before squeezing more out, rubbing it into my pussy and over my arsehole.

“ I want my Princess looking at me when I split your arsehole apart,” he growled.

I did what any sane person would do—I hooked my hands beneath my knees and spread myself open for him.

His eyes dropped as he moved closer, sliding his cock down my pussy until it rested against my arsehole.

“ Yeah, my little backdoor slut,” he murmured, gripping himself and grinding the blunt head against me. “ I knew my tongue wasn ’ t enough—you needed more.”

I gasped when he breached me, forcing myself to relax as the lube let him sink deeper, inch by inch.

The sting made my eyes flutter, but the molten heat had me trembling, desperate to take it all.

“ Breathe, Princess,” he rasped, dragging his teeth over his lip as if he savoured every flinch. “ Open up for Daddy ’ s cock.”

I forced the air from my lungs, my nails digging into the backs of my thighs as I held myself wide for him. Every inch split me wider, deeper, until my arse burned around the thick intrusion.

“ Oh, fuck…” The words tumbled out on a moan as the lube only softened the drag, not the ache.

“ That ’ s it,” he growled, pressing further, his grip bruising on my thighs as he shoved another inch into my tight hole. “ Take it. Take every bit of me where no gentleman would ever go. No one but your Daddy.”

The stretch was brutal, searing, but the filth in his voice melted it into hunger. My cunt clenched helplessly, needy for friction, as my arse swallowed more of him.

Daddy leaned over me, his weight pinning my thighs down until I couldn ’ t move. His stare locked with mine, and my muscles clamped around him in a desperate spasm. He groaned, bracing his hands on the bed as he pushed deeper, stretching me wider.

“ Daddy ’ s little arse slut,” he growled, hips grinding as he fed me more cock. “ That ’ s it, Princess. You ’ re going to take every last inch Daddy gives you.”

I couldn ’ t look away from his determined eyes as he rocked into me, spearing me with his cock.

“ Oh, fuck—yeah. That tight little arsehole ’ s opening up for me. Keep it open, Princess,” he panted, driving deeper with every thrust.

Each thrust pushed me further into the mattress, my breath catching with the sharp sting that melted into filthy pleasure. He groaned above me, sweat dripping from his temple onto my skin.

“ Fucking hell, you ’ re gripping me so tight,” he snarled, rocking harder, forcing me to take more of him. “ Daddy ’ s cock is splitting you open.”

I whimpered, my nails clawing at the sheets, my legs trembling around his shoulders. The stretch burned, but I couldn ’ t stop moaning for more.

“ Don ’ t you dare fucking close up,” he growled, snapping his hips, the blunt heaviness of his balls slapping against me. “ Take it—every last inch. That ’ s my good little arse slut.”

He slammed into me harder, grinding down so deep his balls pressed tight to my skin. The sound of his hips smacking against me filled the room, raw and obscene, while he held me open, fucking me like he was never going to stop.

He bared his teeth, slamming forward until the bed frame cracked against the wall.

“ You begged for this cock in your arse, now you ’ re going to fucking choke on it.

” His thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping, each one punching a cry out of my throat.

His balls slapped wet and heavy against me, the obscene sound echoing between my moans.

“ Yes, Daddy, give it to me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you own me,” I howled.

“ Yeah? Remember, you asked for this, Princess.”

I clung to the sheets, my body jolting with every savage grind. My cunt throbbed, slick dripping down my thighs, and still he drove into me, merciless.

“ Say it,” he demanded, fisting my hair, forcing my head back so our eyes locked. “ Say you ’ re Daddy ’ s filthy little slut.”

“ Yes!” I gasped, my voice breaking. “ I ’ m your slut. Your dirty, filthy slut.”

His groan was feral, chest vibrating against mine as he slammed me down into the mattress, grinding until I swore I felt him in my stomach.

His pace turned savage, each thrust punching deep, the stretch tearing cries from my throat.

He fucked me like he wanted to break me, hips slamming, balls grinding against my drenched arse with every brutal drive.

My body convulsed, helpless beneath him, the burn of his cock giving way to dizzying pleasure.

“ Take it, Princess,” he snarled, driving harder, sweat dripping down his temples. “ That gaping hole needs every last inch.”

“ Yes—oh, fuck—yes!” I screamed, nails clawing at the sheets, the wet slap of his balls echoing as his cock pistoned into me. My cunt clenched, empty and aching, but my arse was stretched wide, stuffed so deep I saw stars.

And then it hit—white-hot, shattering—my body bucking as I squirted, gush after gush spraying over him, and it splashed down between us, soaking the sheets, trickling over my arse and thighs in filthy rivulets.

“ Fuck, that ’ s it. Look at you—drenched, messy little slut,” he growled, grinding into me, smearing himself in the flood of my release as my body convulsed around his cock.

He collapsed over me but never stopped, still rutting, fucking me through it with broken, animal grunts.

“ Gonna come in your arse, baby—fuck,” he groaned against my ear, voice ragged, body trembling.

I felt him swell, then the hot spurts flooded me, thick and endless, his thrusts faltering into rough grinds as he spilled inside me.

I clenched hard around him, milking him for every drop, until I felt it—his come leaking back out around his cock, trickling down my arse and soaking the sheets.

“ Fuck, Princess,” he panted, grinding deeper like he could push it all back inside. “ So full. My little cum-dumpster.”

My whole body shuddered, wrecked and blissed, clinging to him as he kept me pinned beneath his weight, cock still buried to the hilt, messy and throbbing.

When his breathing finally slowed, he pulled out with a wet, obscene sound. His come oozed down the crack of my arse, pooling beneath me. I was too dazed to move, but he wasn ’ t done.

“ Don ’ t move, Princess,” he rasped, pushing my thighs open again. “ Daddy ’ s going to clean up his mess.”

I jolted when his mouth latched onto my pussy, licking up my slick, sucking hard on my clit until I moaned. Then his tongue dragged lower, over my dripping seam, chasing the mixture of my squirt and his come as it leaked from me.

“ Fuck—you ’ re filthy,” he growled between licks, spreading my arse with his thumbs before diving in. His tongue circled my messy hole, lapping at the hot spill until I was squirming, whimpering, my body trembling with aftershocks.

He devoured everything—my juices, his spend—groaning like it was the finest meal he ’ d ever had.

“ My dirty Princess,” he murmured, mouth shiny with spit and come as he looked up at me. “ I ’ ll lick you clean every fucking time.”

He lifted his head, mouth dripping, eyes glazed with hunger. I thought he was finished—until he crawled up my body and grabbed my jaw, forcing my lips apart.

“ Open, Princess.”

I obeyed, breath hitching, and he let a thick strand of spit and come drip from his mouth into mine. The taste hit my tongue, sharp and obscene, and I whimpered as he leaned closer, sealing his mouth over mine and forcing the mess back and forth between us in a filthy kiss.

“ Swallow it,” he demanded, grinding his cock—still slick with my arse—against my thigh.

I gulped it down, the bitter tang burning my throat, and he smiled wickedly against my lips.

“ Good girl. Daddy feeds you, and you take it all. Every drop. Every fucking time.”

“I’m not changing the sheets,” I croaked.

He chuckled low, kissing my swollen lips before trailing his mouth down to my throat, my collarbone, then lower. His big hands cupped my neglected breasts, kneading gently, thumbs brushing over my aching nipples until I sighed.

“ Princess,” he murmured against my skin, voice still ragged from fucking me raw. “ I should be ashamed I forgot about these.”

He laughed again, the sound rumbling in his chest as he bent over me. His beard rasped over the curve of my breast as his lips closed around my nipple, sucking slow and deep until my back arched. His other hand massaged the neglected mound, fingers rolling and tugging until I whimpered.

“ Beautiful tits,” he praised, dragging his tongue in a circle before flicking my stiff peak. “ Deserved my attention long before now.”

“ Daddy…” I moaned, threading my fingers through his damp hair.

“ Shhh, Princess.” His teeth grazed me, a sharp nip soothed with a kiss. “ Let me worship what I should have worshipped first. You gave me your arse, but these…” He sucked harder, groaning as he kneaded and licked in turn. “ These are mine too.”

His mouth stayed latched on my nipple, sucking greedily, while his hand slid between my thighs. Two fingers pressed inside, the intrusion sharp against my still-sensitive cunt. I whimpered, hips jerking, but his tongue soothed me with slow swirls over my breast.

“ Yeah, Princess,” he murmured against my skin, curling those fingers deep. “ You ’ re still dripping, begging for me.”

A third finger pushed in, stretching me wide until my breath caught. I clenched around him, my thighs trembling, but he only groaned at the resistance.

“ Open for me,” he ordered, sucking harder on my nipple as he drove his hand deeper. When his fourth finger pushed in, I gasped, my nails raking down his back.

“ Daddy… fuck—”

“ That ’ s it, my greedy girl.” His voice darkened, hungry, as he pressed his thumb against my swollen entrance. “ You want more? You want to be filled everywhere?”

I barely had time to nod before his thumb forced its way inside, his whole hand stretching me open, burying deep until I screamed into the air, overwhelmed and trembling.

He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, my cunt clenching around the sudden emptiness. I panted, still trembling, when he reached across the bed and snagged the bottle of lube.

“ Don ’ t close up on me now, Princess. Daddy ’ s going to fist you,” he rasped, squeezing a thick stream over his hand.

A fist? He almost got his hand in, and it did feel good.

The slick sound of him coating every finger sent a shiver up my spine. He spread his fingers wide, working the lube into every crease, then rubbed the rest along my swollen lips until I whimpered.

“ Daddy…” I moaned, lifting my hips, desperate and raw.

His hand worked me open, slow, steady, patient. Every push dragged a cry out of me, every stretch made my thighs tremble. My cunt clung to his fingers, sucking them in greedily, but it still wasn ’ t enough.

“ Daddy,” I whimpered, eyes half-closed, body strung so tight I thought I ’ d snap. “ Don ’ t you dare stop.”

He pressed deeper, letting me feel the deliberate drag of every knuckle. The lube made everything slick, obscene, and when his thumb slid in beside the others, I gasped, my back arching off the sheets.

“ Shhh, Princess. You ’ re taking it,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “ Look at that greedy hole swallowing me.”

I forced myself to breathe through the burn, through the slow, stretching fullness as his hand slid deeper.

My vision blurred. I felt split, filled, used—exactly what I wanted.

“ Oh fuck, Daddy, don ’ t stop. Please don ’ t stop,” I cried, arching against his hand, my body surrendering to the obscene fullness.

This—whatever this madness was, I never wanted it to end.