Page 27 of Filthy Mouth
“Taste it.”
Champagne and filth spilled down her tongue, running over her lips. I stuffed more of the wet lace past her teeth, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked obediently.
“Suck every drop of Daddy’s come. Lick your knickers clean for me, Princess.”
When she’d sucked and licked them, I inspected the lace, then tossed it aside. Fisting her hair, I shoved my cock back into her mouth, forcing deeper until she gagged on all of it—her taste, mine, the sharp burn of champagne fizzing in her throat.
“Lick me clean,” I snarled, dragging her head forward on my cock.“Learn to savour what’s yours to swallow.”
I watched her bob her head diligently, dragging her lips up and down my length. It wasn't a fluke. Poppy was the real deal. I noticed the cloudy come at the bottom of the champagne glass.
I eased out of her neck.
That wouldn’t do. I needed every last drop inside of her.
Chapter 12
Poppy
He swirled the glass he’d dipped my underwear in and handed it back. I didn’t hesitate. With my eyes locked on his, I downed the champagne and everything laced in it. He smiled as he tucked his cock away.
“I suppose I should feed you something other than cock before I see to that wet little pussy,” he murmured, taking the empty glass from my hand and helping me up.“Don’t clean your face. I like it messy.”
I shook my head at him while he passed me my blouse. If this was the starter, I could only imagine how devastating the main course would be.
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The dining room was set as if for royalty—polished silver, crystal glasses, the faint glow of candles. He pulled my chair out, and when I sat, I caught my reflection in the glass of wine waiting for me. Red lips swollen, chin still sticky from him. He hadn’t lied—he liked it messy.
An older lady appeared with the main course: poussin glazed in herbs, skin crisp, vegetables roasted until their edges caramelised. The aroma filled the air, but I swallowed carefully, my throat tender from being used.
“Eat, Poppy,” he said smoothly, taking his seat across from me.“You’ll need the strength later.”
I cut into the delicate bird, the juices running clear, but every bite dragged against my sore throat. His gaze never left my mouth. He watched me chew. He watched me swallow. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressed together beneath the table, wet heat gathering again.
“My knickers tasted better,” I joked, but my voice cracked, and I winced at how raw my voice sounded.
He chuckled low, pouring more wine into my glass.“Don’t worry. I’ll give you plenty more practice until your throat learns to take me properly. For now, eat.”
I obeyed, each mouthful a battle between hunger and the awareness that he was feasting on me with his eyes. The crisp skin crackled against my teeth, juices slick on my tongue, but all I could think about was the champagne fizz on lace and come. My fork trembled as I lifted another bite, his stare making me feel as though I was feeding him instead of myself.
Dessert was brought out before the main was finished, and I knew Benedict was eager to return upstairs. I took my time, savouring the light chocolate mousse. Benedict’s eyes grew darker with each spoonful.
When I was finished, I licked the spoon from front to back until he snapped. He stood up and walked around, yanking me out of my seat and dragging me out of the dining room. I was still chuckling by the time we reached the elevator doors.
“Don't you ever use the stairs?”
“There are too many, and I want you now.”
My laughter echoed against the lift doors, but it caught in my throat when his hand slid down my spine and cupped my arse through the thin fabric of my skirt.
“You liked licking that spoon, didn’t you?” he murmured against my ear, voice low and dangerous.“Thought you could get away with taunting me?”
I grinned, breathless.“You looked like you wanted to snatch it right out of my mouth.”
He slammed the button for the second floor, caging me in with his body as the doors closed. His hand slipped lower, fingers grazing between my thighs.
“I should’ve bent you over the table and fucked that mousse off your tongue,” he said, grinding his hips into me so I felt the hard line of his cock.
