Page 4 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)

Benedict

The audacity of her questioning my disease-free cock. I’d bide my time.

Yes, she wouldn't be so damn sassy with my dick down her neck.

I discreetly pulled out the key for the show home I occasionally used and unlocked the door, pushing it open and gesturing for her to go inside. I gave a quick glance around the hallway to ensure no one saw me. It was bad enough that the concierge recognised me.

“ This is a lovely apartment. You should ask your interior designer for a refund, though,” she said, walking into the open-plan living area.

I slammed the door shut and followed the infuriating woman. It was a ￡1.4 million apartment. She should be thanking me for allowing her into the property, but instead, she walked around the room, her fingers brushing the couch as she stood beside the window.

“ The view makes up for the terrible decor,” she said.

I shook my head in disbelief, then went into the main bedroom, opened the closet, and accessed the hidden safe to grab a bundle of cash. I pulled up my last set of tests on my phone, blanking my name out. The last thing I needed was a PR disaster.

When I returned to the living room, she was seated on the couch with her head tilted up toward the ceiling. I glanced at the spotlights, wondering if those would be criticised next. I ’ d given the final approval for the designs in this building.

“ Is the lighting not up to your impeccable standard?” I asked, dropping the bundle of cash on the glass table before handing her my phone.

“ The LED spotlights are the highlight of this apartment,” she drawled, taking the phone.

“ You keep that attitude up, and it ’ ll be a spanking and a blow job.”

“ Don ’ t threaten me with a good time, Daddy. But a spanking will cost you extra,” she said, not even looking at me.

I ’ d admit—I was a weak man, because that word out of those luscious lips made my balls ache. I unzipped my trousers and eased my cock out from my underwear.

She glanced up from my phone.

My cock hovered inches away from her lips.

“ This report has the name blanked out,” she whispered, though her eyes were glued to my dick. “ Is that thing legal?”

I smirked and scooped my balls out.

“ That thing needs its own postcode,” she said, eyes flicking up.

I removed my jacket and threw it on the other side of the couch. It was gratifying to see her lose her composure. I sat beside her with my legs spread open.

“ I hope you ’ re not backing out because you can ’ t handle Daddy ’ s cock?”

Her eyes narrowed and her back straightened.

“ Move your hair back and get that filthy mouth on my cock. I want to see you earn your money,” I said, staring at the perfect makeup I was about to annihilate.

My phone was placed beside the money. She gathered her hair, twisting the long strands of brown and red waves into a knot before removing her jacket.

“ Take your blouse and bra off.”

My cock twitched when her lips tightened, but she stood up and yanked her deep pink blouse out of her skirt. I gripped the base of my cock, slowly stroking until precum trickled out. Her white lace bra came next.

Fuck me.

Perfect, perky tits.

They tipped upward, as if begging to be sucked.

Her nipples were a pale flesh colour. I hoped they got darker when they hardened.

But then my eyes travelled to her perfect lips.

I pointed to the space between my legs.

She knelt before me, placing her hands on my thighs.

I gripped her chin and leaned forward.

“ Open.”

Perfect white teeth. Soft, wet tongue—not wet enough.

I spat in her mouth, holding her chin when she tried to move back, and spat again—some of it landing on her lower lip.

“ You should thank Daddy for the lubricant,” I murmured, rubbing my spit into her lower lip.

When her brown-green eyes blazed, I decided to fuck with her.

“ Consider it a tip for services rendered.”

I pushed her head down, but the minx stared at me and allowed my spit to dribble out. It ran down my cock, but then she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, lapping up my precum with her tongue before more hot, wet spit flooded her mouth.

I gripped her hair, tilting her head up so I could watch her lips work my cock. Her hands moved from my thighs, and her fingers curled around my shaft.

“ Nice and slow. Take a good taste,” I said as her lips worked up and down.

No teeth, great suction and lips wrapped tight. It was like a warm, wet cock hug.

“ How does it feel, knowing you ’ re going to take every inch in that filthy mouth?”

She pushed her mouth further down until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. Up and down she moved until I pushed her head down.

Choking, gagging, and drooling. I pushed past her tight opening, forcing my dick into her throat. Her fingers moved to my thighs, nails digging in, but she never looked away. Not even when her eyes watered. The incredible feel of her tight throat around me caused me to hiss.

When her spit trickled down my balls, I held her head and thrust up.

“ Fuck, yes,” I groaned as her throat convulsed in protest.

Her throat fluttered around me like it was trying to reject what I forced down it.

I grinned.

It only made me push deeper.

“ Sloppy little cock sucker,” I growled, curling one hand around the back of her head while the other braced on the armrest. “ This is what that smart mouth is for.”

She coughed and choked, spit foaming at the corners of her lips, dripping in messy ropes onto her tits. I could see her eyelashes clumped together with tears.

Promising.

I leaned back into the couch, planting my feet wide. Her knees scrambled across the rug as I began to thrust.

In.

Out.

Harder.

Deeper.

Her muffled cries sent vibrations up the shaft of my cock.

I was going to ruin her.

“ Look at this mess,” I hissed, glancing down. “ Spit, tears, snot… this is what I promised, wasn’t it?”

She tried to pull back, but I gripped her hair like reins and dragged her back down.

“ Oh, no. You don ’ t get to quit. Not until I fuck every inch of my cock into this filthy mouth. Not until those sexy lips touch my balls.”

The wet sounds grew louder—gagging, slurping, obscene suction. Her makeup was ruined. Her pride? That was long gone.

“ You ’ re going to drool all over my cock, then thank me for letting you earn your money with your tongue.”

Her nails raked down my thighs. I could feel her whole body trembling between my legs.

I didn ’ t stop.

I was just getting started.