Page 33 of Filthy Mouth
When she swallowed, I leaned down, finally giving her the softness I’d denied her all night. My mouth covered hers, deep and unhurried, letting her taste us both on my tongue. She melted into it, clinging to me, her arms winding around my neck like she was too spent to hold herself up.
I gathered her against me and lay back, pulling her small frame over my chest. She fit perfectly, warm and messy, her cheek pressed to my skin as her breath steadied. My hand traced her spine, down to the curve of her ass, possessive even in the lull.
“You took everything I gave you,” I whispered into her hair.“Every filthy drop. That mouth, that cunt, that perfect little body…all mine.”
Her soft laugh vibrated against me.“I deserve a medal.”
“You’ll get more than that, Princess.” I kissed her temple, slow and indulgent.“You get me.”
I brushed my lips over her damp hair, breathing her in.“You’ll wake up aching everywhere,” I muttered, my hand cupping her ass, squeezing slow and possessive.“And I’ll still want more.”
She gave a sleepy hum, lifting her head just enough to meet my mouth. Her kiss was lazy, swollen lips dragging over mine, but there was heat in it still, the same hunger that had burned all night.
I deepened it, claiming her mouth again, tasting her ragged breaths. When she finally sagged against me, spent and pliant, I tightened my arm around her waist and whispered against her lips,“Sleep messy, Princess. You belong to me like this.”
Poppy blew me away in more ways than one. If anyone was an addict, it was me.
??????
The morning light cut through the blinds, warm against my back. She was sprawled on top of me, one thigh slung over my hip, her cunt pressed against my cock like it belonged there even in sleep.
I hadn’t slept much. How could I with her clinging to me, still wet from the night before, her skin hot and sticky against mine? My cock stirred the moment her body shifted in her sleep, sliding against me with a little sigh that went straight to my balls.
I brushed her tangled hair from her face and kissed her temple. She smelled like sex, sweat, and champagne, and it made my cock pulse harder beneath her.
“Wake up, Princess,” I murmured, grinding against her slowly.
Her eyes blinked open, hazel dark and glassy, and she gave me the sweetest, wrecked smile before wriggling against me. She hissed when her thighs brushed together. Sore, aching and fucking perfect.
“Too early,” she croaked, voice raw from my cock.
I grinned and pushed her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide despite her sleepy protest.“You don’t have to talk. You just have to take it.”
Her lips parted in a gasp as I slid inside her swollen, used cunt, sinking into the mess I’d left behind hours ago. I kissed her open mouth, swallowing her groan.
Her cunt squeezed me like it was reluctant to let me go, clinging to every inch as I pushed all the way in and held. She was still half-asleep, hazel eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted in a soft gasp.
I stayed buried, grinding my hips in slow circles, feeling her body stretch around me. I kissed her throat, her jaw, the corner of her swollen lips, whispering filth as I moved lazily inside her.
“That’s it, Princess… let me wake you up properly. Feel how deep I am? You’re still swollen from last night, still messy from me, and you’re taking it all over again.”
Her breath hitched, a moan slipping free as she arched against me. The more she stirred, the more urgent her body became—hips pushing up, cunt milking me in long squeezes, thighs tightening around my waist.
“Good girl,” I murmured, dragging my cock almost all the way out before sliding back in slow and deliberate, making her feel the full length.“Wake up for me. Grind that filthy little pussy on my cock. Show me how much you need it.”
She whimpered, arms curling around my shoulders, mouth finding mine in a messy, needy kiss. The kiss grew hungrier as she woke fully, and soon she was rolling her hips against mine, chasing each deep thrust.
I nipped at her ear, voice low and rough.“You love waking up with cock in you, don’t you? My cock, stretching you, filling you. You’ll never start another morning without it. You’ll never want to.”
Her nails clawed down my back as she moaned into my mouth, and I knew she was gone to it—awake now, ravenous, grinding herself into a slow frenzy beneath me.
I kept the rhythm unhurried, torturing us both with depth instead of speed, my lips at her ear feeding her every filthy truth I knew she craved.
Her tits were soft against my chest, her nipples already hard from the drag of my skin. I slid a hand between us, rolling one stiff peak between my fingers until she gasped against my mouth.
“That’s it… moan for me. You remember last night, don’t you? Your messy mouth, dripping spit, and come down your chin while you sucked me like a good little slut. That throat’s still sore, isn’t it?”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her cunt clenching as I pinched harder. I switched to the other nipple, tugging it until her back arched and she cried out.
