Page 5 of Filthy Mouth (Obsessive Age Gap #2)
Poppy
I could admit to myself that I might have bitten off more than I could chew. It was a revelation that came to me while I was being choked on what felt like a lead pipe. I looked away from him to see that there were at least another five inches to go.
He suddenly stopped thrusting, but began to push my head down his length. My eyes bulged as I stared at him, but tears blurred my vision. I held myself open for him as he embedded his cock down my neck.
“ Yes. Oh, fuck yes. Just like that. Take more—more,” he groaned until his trousers grew closer.
He paused and began to thrust again, faster and harder, battering my insides. I licked his cock and started to massage his heavy balls. The sooner he came, the sooner I could breathe again.
His balls were a slimy mess—just like my face. My chin dripped like a faucet.
He yanked me off, and I held his thighs again, panting for air.
When he stood up, I eyed him warily.
“ Put your back to the couch and rest your head on the cushion,” he said, unbuckling his belt. “ It ’ s time to see if those plump lips can kiss my balls.”
I moved into position, still kneeling with my back touching the cold leather couch, and lay my head back. The old man was living up to his promise so far.
He kicked off his shoes and trousers, and yanked his shorts off. I stared at his well-trimmed pubic hair and couldn ’ t see any grey. I almost made a crack about it, but then I was faced with the angry, veined cock. My knickers were ruined, and I was so wet from this nasty transaction.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could.
He straddled my body and began to feed me his cock.
“ I ’ m going to fuck this mouth like it ’ s your cunt,” he whispered.
Fuck.
Why was this so hot?
I barely had time to suck in a breath before his cock was back between my lips. He fed it to me like he owned my throat—inch by inch, deliberate, cruel. I felt the cushion press harder against the back of my head as he leaned in and began to roll his hips.
Slow. Grinding. Testing how deep I ’ d let him go.
One hand braced beside my face, the other clamped tight around my throat like he was keeping track of how far I ’ d taken him. My fingers gripped the edge of the couch as my throat tightened and fluttered in protest.
I gagged.
He didn ’ t stop.
The bastard groaned low and rocked again, sliding his cock in with a wet squelch before pulling back—just enough to let me gasp. My jaw ached. My throat burned.
“ You ever been used like this?” he rasped above me.
I tried to shake my head, but he fucked forward, silencing me with the full weight of his cock. His balls slapped my chin. I could feel them. Heavy. Tight. Coated in spit.
He held there. Balls deep. No mercy.
My throat convulsed, trying to adjust, trying to reject him. I couldn ’ t even cry out—not with him buried that deep. My eyes leaked, my legs twitched, and my pussy clenched like I was the one getting fucked.
And the worst part?
I didn ’ t like it. I fucking loved it.
He growled something filthy under his breath—something I couldn ’ t hear through the roaring in my ears—and started to thrust again. Faster. Crueller. Each stroke reduced me from girl…to mouth…to hole.
My cunt pulsed against nothing. My mascara bled. My pride? Gone.
He leaned down and dragged his tongue across my cheek.
“ I knew that pretty little mouth was wasted on talk,” he murmured. “ Let ’ s see how long you last.”
He placed his hands on the back of the couch. All I saw was the white of his shirt dangling before it covered my face.
He slowly pulled back before his hips slammed down, driving himself balls deep into my neck with one thrust. But he didn ’ t stop—he fucked my throat exactly like he said he would. His pelvis smacked my face with his balls slapping against my chin.
Tonight I was just a hole for him to use.
When he began to groan, I started to pray in the hope he was coming. My face felt bruised from his brutal thrusts.
“ Keep your mouth open. Do not fucking close it,” he growled.
His rhythm faltered, and he pulled out. I left my mouth open while I panted, tears coursing down the corners of my eyes.
Thick, hot come exploded on my face. Another hit my lips—more on my tongue. I blinked when he sprayed some over my eyes and forehead.
“ Fuck, now you look like a proper whore,” he said with a smirk.
He used his thumb to slide the come from my lips into my open mouth, but the rest he smeared all over my face, rubbing it in before wiping the rest on my breasts.
“ You ’ re welcome,” he said, palming my breasts.
He could be such an outstanding fuck, but his filthy mouth would eventually piss me off.
I smiled at the idiot. “ Thank you, Daddy,” I croaked, wincing at the ache in my throat and neck, yet my pussy still fluttered.
Aching and empty.
I eyed up my clothes as he stood back.
“ I ’ ll just get some wet towels for you,” he said before walking away.
I stared at his arse, but the shirt covered most of it.
Fuck it.
I grabbed my clothes and the money. I earned that shit. Once my blazer was on, I ran to the front door—running on your toes was not easy. I was learning all sorts of things tonight. When I shut the door, I ensured there was nothing more than a quiet click.
As soon as the night's cool air surrounded me, I giggled, imagining his face when he discovered me gone.
Daddy could go fuck himself.
His cock was large enough to achieve the feat.
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I called my usual car service, and they picked me up around the corner from my latest client ’ s apartment. Tonight had cheered me up to no end, but the thought of going home dulled my high. It was a shame I couldn ’ t have squeezed in a few more sessions with the man.
Not ready to go home, I redirected the driver to the cemetery. My trusty Jimmy Choos would help me scale the wall. I needed to spend some time with my mum before returning to the snake pit.
My anger had pushed me over the edge tonight. I ’ d done something potentially dangerous, but it gave me the courage to face up to the people who ’ d made me miserable since childhood.
I should ’ ve left the old man a tenner as a tip.
Or was it a discount?