Page 31 of Filthy Mouth
Her hazel eyes were glazed with hunger, but her tongue obeyed, trailing down my shaft, soft licks turning into slow, deliberate swirls. When she reached my balls, she cupped them in her hand and sucked, the wet heat of her mouth making my cock twitch back to life.
“Good girl,” I groaned, watching her lap me clean.
Her tongue darted everywhere, greedy, eager. She made obscene sounds as she worked, little moans vibrating against my skin. When she crawled up, licking the last streak from my shaft, I caught her chin, smearing her lips with what she’d missed.
“You’re addicted already,” I murmured, knowing the addiction was mutual.
She didn’t answer—she didn’t need to. Her swollen lips and hungry gaze told me everything.
I shifted, sliding pillows behind my head, my cock standing tall against my belly. I tapped it once, deliberately, against my abs.“Climb up, Poppy. Put those perfect tits around me.”
Her breath caught, but she straddled my thighs. I guided her hands, showing her how to press her breasts together, wrapping my cock between the soft swell.
“Fuck, yes,” I rasped, rocking my hips forward.“Look at you. My filthy little slut, giving me a throne fit for a king.”
My cock slid between her tits, glistening with spit and come, the head bumping against her chin with each thrust. I stared down at the sight—her tits wrapped around me, her mouth open, tongue flicking out to catch me every time I reached her lips.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck your chest. Don’t you dare look away.”
I dragged her back onto the bed and shoved her flat against the pillows. Her hair fanned out, her lips red and swollen, her eyes glassy with need. Perfect. Mine. I climbed over her, cock heavy and dripping against her sternum.
“Spit on it,” I ordered, tapping the head against her mouth.
She obeyed without hesitation, letting a thick string fall across my shaft. I groaned as I smeared it along my length, grinding it down into the soft swell of her tits. My hands closed around her chest, squeezing those perfect globes tight together as I thrust between them.
“Fuck, look at you,” I muttered, watching the head of my cock slide up toward her chin before disappearing again into her cleavage.“Built to worship me.”
Her tongue darted out to catch me every time I pushed high enough, wetting the head with eager little flicks. I clenched my jaw, rutting harder, faster, my cock glistening between her tits as I used her the way I wanted.
“Such a filthy slut for me. My cock between your perfect tits while you beg with those eyes.”
Her nipples were hard, her chest heaving as I fucked her breasts like they belonged to me—and they did. Every inch of her did.
“Keep licking me, Princess. I’m going to cover you in my mess, and you’re going to lick it all clean.”
Her tits were slick with spit and precum, her tongue darting out to taste me every time I pushed high enough. I was close, too fucking close, but I wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Open that filthy mouth,” I ordered, pulling free of her tits and smearing the head across her lips. She obeyed instantly, lips parting wide, tongue flicking out to greet me. I shoved myself between her teeth, groaning as the heat of her mouth closed around me again.
“That’s it. Take me deeper. Hands down,” I growled, grabbing her wrists and forcing them lower.“Play with my balls while I fuck your mouth.”
Her palms cupped me, delicate fingers massaging, squeezing in rhythm with my thrusts. The wet heat of her mouth, the sight of her eyes locked on mine as she worked me—it was fucking obscene. My cock swelled, heavy and aching, her tongue swirling while her hands kneaded me like she lived to please.
“Good girl,” I rasped, pushing harder, deeper, until her throat strained around me.“Keep stroking my balls while I use your mouth. That’s it—my perfect little slut.”
The mess of spit on her chin glistened beneath the light, my cock sliding in and out, her throat choking around me as her hands rolled me closer and closer to the edge.
The devil in me wanted to torment her some more.
“Do you want me in your cunt again, Poppy?” I said, pushing so deep that my balls rested against her lips.
I felt her throat ripple around my cock as she held herself open for me. Her eyes watered, and even with her neck stuffed with my cock she tried to nod.
I smiled and rocked my hips against her face, listening to wet sounds in her mouth before I released her.
“Get on your hands and knees and spread your holes open for me,” I said, moving off her while I gripped my cock.
She rolled onto her belly, coughing softly, spit shining down her chin as she scrambled into position. Her skirt suit and blouse were long gone, leaving her stockings laddered, her hair wild, and her body flushed. She crawled to the centre of the bed before arching down, presenting herself like prey that already knew it had been claimed.
