Page 39 of Filthy Mouth
“That’s it. Look at me while I paint that pretty face. Wide mouth, baby—show me where you want it.”
She whimpered, opening wider, eyes glassy, throat working as she swallowed down a sob of need.
I snarled, pumping harder.“Filthy little slut… waiting to be drenched. You’ll take every drop I give you, all over those eyes, in that hungry mouth. Keep it open.”
Her nails dug into the sheets, chest arched, and I leaned over her, cock hovering above her lips. The first hot ropes spurted across her cheek, streaking into her hair. She gasped but didn’t close her eyes.
“Good girl,” I gritted, aiming down. A second burst landed over her tongue, dripping from her lips. Another across her lashes, white smearing her vision.“That’s it—don’t blink. Stay wide for me.”
Her chest shook as she obediently held her eyes open, sticky strands clinging, while I emptied the rest across her face and tits.
I groaned, squeezing out the last dribble directly onto her tongue.“Now swallow… show me my Princess knows how to take her reward.”
My cock throbbed as the last thick globs oozed out, clinging heavy to her cheeks, dripping from her lashes. She didn’t blink. Didn’t move—my filthy little masterpiece.
“Look at the state of you,” I rasped, stroking myself one last time, smearing the head through the mess on her face.“My dirty little cum doll.”
A fat drop clung to her chin before sliding down, and I caught it on my thumb. I shoved it between her lips.“Suck. All of it.”
She whimpered and latched on, sucking thick, spit-slick come straight from my hand. I spread the rest across her swollen lips, pushing globs inside, smearing the corners until it streaked her tongue.
“That’s it. Don’t waste a drop. You’ll eat every bit of me.”
Her eyes never left mine as I dragged two fingers down her cheek, gathering the sticky streaks and pressing them into her mouth. She held my wrist, desperate, licking between my fingers, moaning as she cleaned me.
“Greedy little slut,” I growled, feeding her more.“You love it thick, don’t you? My come coating your tongue, sliding down your throat. Look at you—holding my hand like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
She moaned again, sucking until my knuckles shone wet. I scooped another glob from her chest, thick and white against her flushed skin, and smeared it across her lips.
“Open wide, Princess. Show me that dirty tongue.”
She obeyed, tongue out, glistening, and I wiped the last of my mess across it before pushing my fingers deep into her mouth. She gagged, then swallowed, sucking hard, eyes watering.
“Good girl,” I snarled, forcing her jaw open wider.“Swallow every last drop. You’ll never eat breakfast again without thinking of my cock.”
Her lips were glistening with my mess when I leaned down and dragged my tongue across them, licking her filthy before sealing my mouth over hers. It was wet, sloppy, desperate—teeth and tongue clashing until she moaned into me. Her arms wound tight around my neck, her legs hooked around my waist, pulling me flush against her. Our bodies stuck together, sweat and come slicking every inch.
I broke the kiss only to drag my lips down her jaw, my breath hot against her ear. My hold on her tightened as though I could fuse us into one.
“I’m never letting you go, Princess,” I whispered, voice ragged with the truth.
Her limbs tightened around me, clutching like chains—and that was the only confirmation I needed. She was mine.
Chapter 16
Poppy
All my belongings arrived tomorrow, and his house had plenty of space. I’d decided to rent out my apartment on a short-term lease. Fed with proper food and not just Daddy’s come, we’d made our way into the shower. It was long and leisurely, but apparently, I was a sucker for more filth.
I pumped some body-wash into the palm of my hand and dropped to my knees, facing the beast of my dreams. I glanced up at Daddy, but he only looked amused.
“You’re welcome to try,” he chuckled.
“Challenge accepted,” I said, determined, as I started to lather his cock with one hand while cupping his balls with the other.
When my slippery fingers traced towards his asshole, he hissed, but didn’t stop me. I let the water rinse off his cock before sucking him into my mouth. I massaged his hole while running my tongue along his length, the palm of my hand rubbing his balls. A deep, filthy satisfaction bloomed when his cock began to harden.
“Fucking hell. I thought that was impossible,” he muttered.
