Page 32 of Filthy Mouth
I stroked my cock slowly, letting precum drip across her lower back as I watched her trembling fingers reach behind to pull her cheeks apart. The sight of her pink hole gaping next to her soaked cunt almost made me spill right there.
“Look at you,” I rasped, circling closer until my cockhead pressed against the base of her spine, smearing her skin with my mess.“So desperate to be fucked you’d tear yourself open for me.”
She whimpered, glancing over her shoulder, eyes hazy and ruined.“Please…”
“Please what?” I stepped up behind her, cock sliding between her spread cheeks, heavy balls dragging over her clit.“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to these holes.”
Her voice broke, raw and needy, but she obeyed.“Fuck me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”
I chuckled darkly, lining myself up and smacking my cock against her open cunt, making her jolt forward on her knees.“Greedy little slut. You’ll take what I give you—and you’ll thank me when I’m done.”
I held her ass cheek wide, spreading her open, and spat directly on her arsehole. The wet line slid down, disappearing between her cheeks. I spat again, slower this time, watching it glisten before rubbing my thumb over her tight, twitching hole.
She shuddered when I eased my cock into her dripping cunt, walls gripping me like a fist, and I pressed harder on her arsehole until it began to yield.
“I bet you’re a filthy backdoor slut, since you want my cock in every hole you’ve got,” I murmured, grinding deep into her pussy as my thumb finally breached her.
Her gasp broke into a cry, body bucking as she pushed back, impaling herself on cock and thumb like she couldn’t get enough.
I shook my head, clamping my hand on her hip to still her.“Greedy little whore. You’ll take what I give you—no more, no less. Understand?”
She whined, clenching around both intrusions, her answer a needy, broken:“Yes…”
I twisted my thumb inside her ass, fucking her hole with it in time with my cock plunging into her cunt. The sounds of her squelching wetness filled the room, each thrust driving her forward into the mattress.
“Oh—ohh,” she moaned, her head collapsing into the pillow, hair a wild mess around her face.
I worked my cock in her cunt and my thumb in her ass, fucking both holes in rhythm until her cries broke into something halfway between a moan and a prayer.
Praying for mercy? For more? I didn’t give a fuck. All I knew was I had her stuffed and squirming, begging whatever god she thought was listening while I wrecked her from behind.
“Yes, Poppy. I can’t wait to have you upstairs, strapped down while I fuck this tight little arsehole. But you won’t be praying to God. You’ll be praying to me.”
Her ass and pussy clenched around me at once, making me groan deep in my chest. Two greedy little fuckholes wrapped tight around me, squeezing like they were made for me.
“That’s it, Princess,” I rasped, pumping harder, thumb twisting deeper into her backdoor.“Your god isn’t listening. Only I am. And I’ll make damn sure every prayer you whisper ends with my cock.”
Her muffled cries melted into wet, broken moans, and the way her body gripped me told me she was close.
Her whole body went taut, trembling around me as her cunt and arse clamped down in perfect rhythm. She screamed into the pillow, muffled, raw, as her orgasm tore through her. I fucked her harder, thumb buried deep, until my balls slapped her soaked clit and I finally let go.
“Fuck—Poppy,” I growled, spilling hard inside her greedy little cunt, pumping every last drop into her until she was shaking, dripping, collapsing beneath me.
I pulled free slowly, watching my come seep out of her swollen slit. The sight made my cock throb again. Reaching for the empty champagne flute on the nightstand, I poured more bubbles, then pressed the rim beneath her pussy. Her hips jerked as hot streaks of my seed spilled into the fizzing drink, white streaks twisting through gold.
“Perfect,” I murmured, swirling it lazily.“A cocktail fit for my filthy little slut.”
I held the glass towards her.“Open wide, Poppy. Drink my come.”
She turned, hair sticking to her damp face, and lifted her head off the mattress. Hazel eyes, glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted in invitation. When I tilted the glass above her, she opened wider, tongue out like the depraved little slut she was.
The champagne fizzed as I tipped it, bubbles laced with streaks of my come spilling straight into her waiting mouth. Some ran down her chin, dripping to her tits, but she swallowed greedily, throat working as she took every drop.
“Good girl,” I rasped, watching her drink me like holy communion. My cock pulsed at the sight—her lips glistening with champagne and seed, her mouth still open, begging for more.
I smirked and dragged my thumb across her slick chin before pushing it past her lips.“Not a drop wasted, Poppy. You live for my filth.”
Her lips glistened, her chest streaked with my mess. I dragged my thumb across her chin and fed it back between her swollen lips, watching her tongue curl around me.“Good girl,” I murmured, voice rough from how hard I’d taken her.
