Page 26 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

She rolled onto her stomach and crawled down the bed, hair a tangled halo, eyes molten with mischief. I spread my thighs wider, cock in my fist, waiting. She sank between them like she belonged there, her tongue flicking out to lick the head first—just a teasing swipe that made my hips twitch.

“ Good girl,” I groaned, stroking her cheek as she dragged her tongue down my shaft, kitten-licks that left me aching. She didn ’ t rush. No, my Princess savoured me, lapping at the veins, tracing the slit, before she dipped lower.

Her lips wrapped around my balls, sucking one into her mouth while her tongue caressed it.

I hissed, head falling back against the pillows as she worshipped me, her spit glistening on my sack.

She switched sides, slow and obscene, rolling her tongue around the heavy weight like she was tasting her favourite treat.

“ Fuck, Poppy,” I panted, gripping her messy hair. “ That ’ s it. Love Daddy ’ s balls. Make a mess on them. You ’ re my nasty little Princess.”

Her lips slid off my balls with a wet pop, a string of spit clinging to her chin as she licked her way back up my cock. She traced the underside with the flat of her tongue, slow, deliberate, until she reached the thick crown.

Her hazel-green eyes lifted to mine as she opened wide, sucking just the head inside, cheeks hollowing while her tongue circled the tip. I groaned, tightening my grip in her hair, but she shook her head free, wanting control, wanting to worship.

She slid lower, inch by inch, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth, spilling over my shaft. The wet sounds echoed in the room, obscene, slick. My thighs trembled as she swallowed more of me, the back of her throat working around the thickness.

“ Yes, Princess,” I rasped, watching her lips stretched wide around me. “ Look at you. So fucking beautiful with Daddy ’ s cock stuffed in your throat.”

Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn ’ t reach while she bobbed her head, spit dripping down my balls.

She gagged, pulled off with a gasp, spit and precum stringing between her lips and my cock.

Then she licked it up like a starving kitten, moaning softly, before sucking me back in.

I swore violently, unable to stop my hips from thrusting. I gripped her hair in both hands, holding her head still, and snapped my hips forward, sliding my cock deep into her throat. Her eyes watered, throat convulsing around me as I drove into her again and again.

“ That ’ s it, Princess. Take every fucking inch. You ’ re Daddy ’ s perfect little cocksleeve.”

Spit and precum coated her chin, dripping down onto my balls, her face a wreck as I fucked her mouth raw. She clawed at my thighs, gagging, yet never pulling away, her throat milking me as if she belonged there.

I pulled her off before I came down her neck. She gasped for air, face soaked, but she ’ d never looked more beautiful.

“ Lie on your back, Princess. Let Daddy give you a nice deep fuck,” I said, sitting up.

“ Oh, yes, Daddy,” she panted, scrambling into position.

I grabbed her ankles and shoved them wide apart, admiring the glistening mess between her thighs. Her cunt was swollen, still leaking from the night before, her little hole twitching like it was begging to be split open.

“ Look at you,” I muttered, stroking my cock over her slick seam, spreading spit and precum across her folds. “ Daddy ’ s filthy little slut, always ready, always open.”

She whimpered, arching her back, her nipples stiff peaks against the sheets. I pressed the thick head of my cock to her entrance, circling, teasing, making her squirm. Then, with a deep thrust, I sank inside her to the hilt, her cry muffled against the pillow she clutched to her face.

“ Fuck—tight, hot, dripping. You were made for this cock, Princess,” I groaned, pulling out slow before slamming back in hard enough to rock the bed.

Her legs shook in my grip, and I pushed them back against her chest, folding her up to take me deeper, grinding my balls against her arse with every savage thrust.

“ Yes, Daddy, yes! Fuck me harder!” she howled, her voice breaking as I pounded into her, sweat dripping down my temple onto her throat.

“ Take it, my dirty girl. Take every fucking inch. You ’ re mine—body, soul, and this perfect little cunt,” I snarled, fucking her raw until the sound of our flesh slapping echoed through the room.

With every thrust, my balls brushed against her, giving her the deep pounding I ’ d promised.

“ Are you going to carry my seed, Poppy? Bear our child? Do you want Daddy to breed you?” I asked, slowing my pace.

Her eyes flew open, and she nodded.

Oh, fuck. She wants it all. Her fucking IUD. I should have figured out a way to get rid of it when I had my fist inside her last night.

“ My good girl. You're going to the doctors first thing and get that IUD removed so Daddy can pump you full. Breed you.”

“ Yes, Daddy,” she said, raising her hips, trying to fuck herself on me.

I gripped the back of her legs and spread them wider, pinning them on the mattress.

“ Daddy ’ s going to get a breeding bench for you upstairs. Keep you strapped down and open for me. You ’ ll be bred in no time.”

Her nails clawed at the sheets, her moans rising higher with every filthy word I spat into the air between us. I drove in deep and slow, grinding my cock against her cervix until she sobbed.

“ Daddy—please—yes, yes, make me your little breeding slut,” she begged, her voice broken, her cunt gripping me tighter as if her body was already trying to milk me for every drop.

“ That ’ s right, Princess. I ’ ll keep your sweet cunt plugged day and night. You ’ ll drip Daddy ’ s come down your thighs until your belly swells with my child,” I snarled, rutting into her with punishing thrusts.

Her lips parted in a scream, her whole body quivering as she came, her orgasm clamping around my cock. I held her legs down, pounding through her climax, feeding her every filthy promise with each savage stroke.

“ I ’ ll fuck you on the bench, in the bed, over the goddamn table until your womb takes my seed. You ’ ll be bred, owned, ruined. And you ’ ll beg for more.”

Her eyes rolled back, tears streaking her cheeks, but her hoarse whisper made my cock throb harder:

“ Breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. I want it all.”

I pressed my weight on her legs, slamming my hips down, needing to own every inch of her.

She howled at the stretch, but her slick eased my path, and I drove balls-deep over and over until I couldn ’ t hold back another second.

A searing white light exploded behind my eyes as my balls tightened.

My cock throbbed and spat, jet after jet of hot come flooding into her.

She was my come-sucker and my soul-thief. I might as well drop my balls in her purse and call it done.