Page 29 of Filthy Mouth
I gasped as his hands caught my wrists, pinning them flat to the sheets above my head. His legs forced mine down, pressing them into the mattress until I couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, could only feel him spreading me wide, inch by inch.
“Look at me, Poppy,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.
I couldn’t look anywhere else. His eyes were molten, burning through me, his dark hair grazing my cheek as he lowered himself closer. His cock dragged against my slick folds, hot, thick, deliberate. My breath hitched, the pressure stealing every word from my throat.
“Every inch of me,” he rasped, grinding his hips,“is going to open you. Stretch you. Fill you until you forget your own name.”
Pinned beneath him, legs forced flat, I felt it—the heavy, relentless push as he began to spread me open. A slow, claiming glide that made my back arch and my mouth part in a broken cry.
He kissed me then, devouring me with the same hunger he’d feasted with below, his beard scratching my skin, his body pressing me into the bed like I was his conquest, his prize, his possession.
His cock slid lower, nudging at my entrance, thick heat teasing me with shallow drags that made my whole body ache. He didn’t push inside—he hovered, tormenting, letting me feel just how much he was holding back.
“Say it,” he growled, his mouth brushing my ear.“Tell me you want it.”
“I—I want you,” I whispered, hips writhing against him, desperate for more friction.
His weight pinned me flat, immovable.“Not enough. Beg for it. Beg for me to tear that little cunt open.”
A shiver wrecked me. My nails dug into the sheets where he trapped my wrists.“Please,” I gasped.“Please, Daddy, I need it. I need you inside me.”
He chuckled darkly, grinding his cock against me, spreading slick through my folds, but still not entering.“You sound so pretty when you’re desperate. But pretty isn’t enough. I want filthy, Poppy. Tell me what this cock is going to do to you.”
Heat shot to my face, to my throat, but I couldn’t stop the words tumbling out.“You’re going to stretch me. Fill me until I can’t take anymore. Pound me until I scream your name.”
His teeth grazed my jaw.“Good girl.”
And then he pressed forward—slow, relentless, his cock splitting me open inch by thick inch. My back arched, a strangled moan spilling from my lips as my body tried to take him.
“Too much?” he taunted, voice rough.
I shook my head violently, panting.“No—please, don’t stop. More. I want all of it.”
He grunted, hips snapping as he buried himself deeper, the stretch brutal, obscene. My thighs trembled against the mattress, pinned wide, helpless.
“Feel that?” he snarled, grinding all the way in until his hips slammed flush against me.“That’s me owning you. That’s me buried so deep you’ll never get me out.”
Tears pricked my eyes, but my lips curved in a delirious, broken smile.“Yes—fuck—I want to be owned by you, Daddy.”
“Yeah, Daddy’s cock will give you everything you need, Princess.”
He pulled back and drove into me with a brutal snap of his hips, the impact slamming through my body. My mouth fell open, nothing but broken moans spilling out as my eyes rolled back.
He buried his face in my hair, his breath hot against my ear, before setting into a punishing rhythm—long, deep thrusts that made me feel every thick inch of him. He fucked me like I’d never been fucked before, relentless, merciless, claiming every part of me with each savage stroke.
“My filthy, wet little whore. Take it all,” he growled.
I hooked my legs tighter around him, dragging him deeper. When his mouth closed hot around my nipple, my eyes flew open. The sharp pull of his tongue sent shocks straight to my cunt, and I bucked up against him, needy and wild.
“Fuck,” he muttered, switching to my other breast, sucking hard until I whimpered.
“Please,” I groaned, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.
“Yeah,” he rasped, lifting his head to pin me with those dark, blazing eyes.“Let Daddy fill you up, Princess. I’ll stretch every hole you’ve got until you know you're my personal little fucktoy.”
He pushed up, pulling free with a slick drag that made me gasp, then flipped me onto my belly. A rough hand clamped around my hips, dragging me up until I was on all fours. My fingers dug into the pillows as he yanked me back against his cock, the blunt head pressing against my soaked entrance.
He didn’t waste time. One brutal thrust and I was split wide, driven face-first into the pillows as he slammed deep, forcing a raw cry from my throat. His grip on my hips was merciless, dragging me back into every punishing stroke.
