Page 28 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

Benedict

Each time I thought I had Poppy pegged, she did something wild.

I knew that breaking our new fuck room in would be an unforgettable night.

Those playful, degrading words on her body drove me feral.

My little piss Princess knew precisely how to wind me up.

I reached for the lube she ’ d left at the foot of the couch.

“ So, my little piss whore wants me to piss in her arsehole. Do you want me to give it a good hosing, clean it all out?” I asked with a chuckle.

“ Yes, please, Daddy,” she said sweetly.

“ Well, Daddy wants that too. But first I ’ m going to come inside your arse, then you get my hot streaking piss inside you.”

I slicked my cock with lube, pumping myself until I was glistening, ready to split her open. The sight of those crude little words scrawled across her skin made me grin like a devil. I lined up, pressing against her puckered hole, and shoved forward with a groan.

“ Fuck, Princess,” I snarled as her arse swallowed me inch by inch, hot and greedy despite the abuse I ’ d already put it through. “ You were made to become my little backdoor slut.”

Her knuckles whitened against the crimson couch as she pushed back, moaning for more. The obscene squelch of lube and her stretched hole clung to the air between us.

“ That ’ s it,” I grunted, balls slapping against her cheeks as I bottomed out. “ Daddy ’ s cock buried so deep in his piss whore ’ s arse.”

Her answering cry was muffled against the leather, desperate and wanton, and it only spurred me to piston my hips harder. Every thrust drove me closer to the edge, every filthy word she ’ d written on herself fuelling the sick hunger that only she could satisfy.

“ You ’ re gonna milk my cock dry, Princess,” I groaned, grabbing her hips to slam myself home. “ And when I ’ m done filling your hole with come, I ’ ll give you that hot shower you begged for. Every fucking drop.”

I reached beneath her to toy with her tits. The ones that said Daddy ’ s slut.

“ You'll always be Daddy ’ s anal slut,” I groaned, pulling and tweaking her nipples until she cried for more.

I pressed down on her ass and lower back before snapping my hips back and forth, fucking her gaping arsehole like it was her cunt. Her arse cheeks bounced with each deep thrust.

I released her nipples and held the couch.

“ You're going to come for Daddy. Prove to me that you're my backdoor slut, Princess. Come from a nice long arse fucking,” I grunted, stabbing my cock deep and dragging it back again from her straining hole. “ So fucking tight.”

Her pussy leaked down her thighs, wetting the crimson leather beneath her as my cock drilled her arsehole raw. The obscene sound of my thrusts filled the room, wet, sticky, relentless.

“ Feel that?” I growled, forcing her ass higher with a sharp smack. “ That ’ s your tight little shithole stretching around Daddy ’ s cock. You ’ ll never take another man like this. Only me.”

She wailed, trembling against the couch, but her body betrayed her—clenching, fluttering, begging for release. I gripped her tits and twisted her nipples hard, yanking her back onto me.

“ Fuck, I can feel you trying to come. Do it, Princess. Squirt all over the couch while I ruin your filthy hole.”

Her cry tore from her throat as she convulsed, her pussy gushing down her thighs while her arse strangled my cock. I hammered through her orgasm, snarling as the pressure in my balls surged, ready to spill.

When I felt her body tremble and her arsehole contract around me, I let go, slamming myself deep into her hole to shoot my come inside her. My breath ragged as my cock jerked, my come spurted out as I moaned.

“ Oh, fuck,” I gasped as her arse squeezed me again, milking me dry. “ Yeah. Fuck. Good girl. Empty Daddy ’ s balls. Drain every last drop.”

I sagged over her, cock still buried balls-deep in her gaping hole, the wet squelch of my seed leaking around my shaft. My hands gripped her hips so tight I knew she ’ d bruise, but I didn ’ t care. She was mine to mark.

“ Look at you, Princess,” I rasped, grinding inside her, smearing my spend deeper. “ My personal come dump. Your arse will never forget this stretch.”

She whimpered, arching for more, and I laughed, pulling her cheeks apart so I could watch my come bubble out around me.

“ Don ’ t get too comfy, piss whore,” I drawled. “ Daddy needs to hose your insides out with.”

I slipped my arm around her breasts, pulling her upright before lifting her legs.

She squealed and hooked her hand around my neck.

Once she was secure, I carried her to the wet room while my cock remained stuffed in her arse.

I flipped the lever for the hot water until both shower-heads sprayed water, catching us with the cold water before it began to steam up. The water pressure was perfect.

“ You did an amazing job, Princess. I always knew you would,” I said, allowing her feet to reach the floor. “ Now, I want your cheek on the tiles, arse in the air.”

She pulled away from me, and I watched the skin around her arsehole strain as my cock slid out. The words and the arrow directing me to her hole were smudged.

“ Good girl, reach back and spread yourself open for me. Let me give you what you need.”

She spread herself beautifully, keeping her cheek on the tiles and using both hands to open herself up for me. The shower spray streamed over her body, rivulets of water running between her cheeks and into her swollen, twitching hole.

“ Look at you, Princess,” I murmured, stroking my cock as I admired the obscene view. “ My backdoor slut, bent over and holding yourself open for your Daddy.”

I stepped closer, pressing the head of my cock against her stretched rim without pushing in, just teasing. “ Good girl. Stay like that. I want to see every drop drip down your pretty arse.”

Her breath hitched, fogging the tiles, but she didn ’ t move. Her palms stayed firm against her cheeks, spreading herself wide for me, her twitching rim begging. I stroked myself harder, the sight of her dripping under the shower making my balls tighten.

“ That ’ s it, Princess. Keep yourself wide open for Daddy. You ’ re going to feel my hot piss pouring inside, and you ’ re going to take it like the good little anal whore you are.”

I angled forward, letting the tip of my cock nudge her fluttering hole before I relaxed and let go.

The first hot stream splashed across her hole and trickled down between her cheeks.

She whimpered, tilting her hips back to catch more, and I growled, adjusting to give her everything straight inside.

“ Fuck, Princess. It feels so fucking good pissing inside your hole. Good girl, taking Daddy ’ s come and piss in your backdoor.”

When my piss began to overflow, I pulled the head out and aimed my cock like a hose, watching the mixture of come, water and piss surround her holes before rushing down the drain. I stood up and pissed down her back, over her hair and face.

Once my bladder was drained, I continued to stare at her ruined arsehole and pink pussy. My sweet Princess didn't move or utter a word.

I glanced behind me, contemplating whether the breeding bench was better or the bed where I could restrain her ankles to the headboard. Either way, she would get several more loads inside her tonight. I still needed to breed my precious piss Princess.

It was her own fault for making this floor irresistible.

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The knock on my door made me sigh. I had so much paperwork to get through for my latest build.

“ Uh, Sir Blythe is here to see you. I know you said you didn ’ t want to be disturbed,” Ella said, her head poking into my office.

It was best to get this over with.

“ It ’ s okay, Ella. Let him through.”

With a nod, she vanished while I contemplated Poppy ’ s father. The thought of neglecting my child to some other woman made me queasy, yet this fucker had not only done that but had allowed Delphina to torture Poppy.

He stormed into the office, slamming the door behind him. I didn ’ t need to say a word before his tirade started.

“ I know your game, Lancaster. You found out the land is Poppy ’ s, and now you ’ re marrying her, trying to cut me out of the deal. You won ’ t get away with this. I ’ ll tell Poppy and she ’ ll dump you,” he said, pacing beside my desk.

Poppy knew all about the land. Hell, she ’ d even offered it to me, but I explained that my architect had found a workaround. I never wanted her to think I had any ulterior motives.

Well, I guess I did. I wanted to own my Princess—her filthy mouth, her stunningly tight arsehole, her life-giving pussy.

But most of all, her essence. I only needed to be beside her to feel complete.

To feed her, protect her, and hold her every single night.

If she ever felt unsure, she knew I ’ d always be there to stand by her.

“—my wife is ill with concern.”

I couldn ’ t have missed much, but I let him carry on.

His face was red, his jowls quivered the faster he talked. When he realised I wasn ’ t taking the bait, he glanced at me before looking around my office nervously.

I raised a hand, gesturing for him to sit in the chair opposite me. Once he was seated, I began.

“ My net worth is far greater than Poppy ’ s. She knows about the land and offered it to me for free.”

When he opened his mouth, I lifted my hand again.

“ You ’ ve had your say. Listen to me, or leave,” I said with icy calm. “ I no longer need the land.”

I flicked my hair back and smiled.

“ Poppy owns almost everything you ’ re sitting on, Blythe.

If I hear even a whisper that you, Delphina, or Annabelle have said anything untoward about my wife, you ’ ll all be evicted.

Delphina and Annabelle are owed nothing from the Winborne estate upon your death.

I suggest you tread carefully. Poppy may not have the heart to fuck you all up, but I ’ d take great pleasure in seeing you out on the streets.

Now get out. I don ’ t want to see you or your three chins again. Forget Poppy—she has a new Daddy now.”

His expression morphed so many times, but my favourite was the comical look of horror.

“ You married her?”

“ Close enough. She wears my ring, and she ’ ll never remove it.”

He opened his mouth but snapped it shut again.

“ I take it you understand the significance of what I ’ ve said today, because these are not empty threats.”

He abruptly stood and turned to leave.

“ One more thing, Isaac,” I said, waiting until he faced me. “ Did you know your wife abused Poppy?”

He looked away, and my lip curled in disgust.

“ I only need to hear it from one person. If any of you malign Poppy or Iona Designs, you ’ re all for the sewers. Now fuck off out of my office.”

The streets were too good for these cunts.

I video-called Poppy just to assure myself she was safe and happy. Her face appeared, and she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“ Hi, Daddy,” she beamed. “ I thought you were busy all afternoon.”

“ I ’ m never too busy for my Princess,” I murmured, bringing the phone closer.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“ Why are you being so nice?”

“ Hey, why are you suspicious?” I asked innocently.

“ I told you I have a hard limit on shit.”

I chuckled, remembering her words from her ‘prostitution days’.

“ I miss you and can ’ t wait to be done with work.”

“ Oh. That ’ s sweet of you, Daddy.”

She began telling me about her new clients. Since we announced her company as the main interior designers, she was busier than ever. I listened to every word, enjoying the sight of her excitement. She kept her mother ’ s legacy alive single-handedly, despite the odds.

This was how I wanted her to remain.

Happy, safe and excited about life.