Page 41 of Filthy Mouth
“Look at you,” he murmured against my mouth, thumb circling my clit with ruthless precision.“Soaked for me, begging in my shower.”
My head fell back against the wall as his fingers pumped deeper, curling into that wicked spot that made my vision go white. I cried out, but he swallowed the sound with a hard kiss, tongue pushing in as though he wanted to taste the exact moment I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me, hot and fast, my thighs trembling around his hand. He held me through it, groaning as I clenched down on his fingers, as if even my cunt was desperate to keep him buried.
By the time I blinked back into focus, I was half-limp in his arms, panting, water and sweat mingling on my skin. He pressed his forehead to mine, smiling dark and hungry. The water stopped abruptly.
“Bed. Now,” he rasped, hooking his arm under my thighs. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me from the steam and water with his cock still hard against my belly.“I want you screaming into my sheets this time.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the wet ends of his hair as he lay me on the bed. He stood back for a moment, stroking his cock, thick and gleaming, his eyes locked on me.
“I love you like this—wet, spread, and ready. And that filthy mouth, Princess… it was made to take everything my cock has to offer.” His hand slowed as he reached for the drawer beside the bed.“But Daddy still has one hole left to feed, doesn’t he?”
My throat went dry. I nodded, trembling at the thought of his cock breaching my ass. He’d teased me before with his fingers, but I’d never taken anything close to his size back there.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, holding up a bottle of lube that looked comically large.“You’ll be begging for me to ream you before I’m finished with that tight little arsehole.”
“Use that a lot?” I asked wryly, eyeing the bottle.
“More than you’d imagine,” he chuckled.
The words hit like a bucket of cold water. After all, he had picked me up thinking I was a prostitute. My chest tightened.“How many women do you have hookups with?” I asked, cautiously.
He tossed the bottle on the bed and lifted his hands in surrender.“I’ve not been in a relationship since my last ex. Yes, I’ve had hookups with women I knew, but they knew the score. It was casual, clean and mutual, but all temporary. And one thing I’ll never do, Princess—never—is cheat.”
His ex-wives were a subject for another day. But this? This felt important. The way he highlighted his views on fidelity made me wonder about his past.
“Are you jealous?” he asked, crawling back over me, his shadow falling across my body.
I met his gaze.“Would you be jealous of my previous hookups? I went through a rebellious period.”
His lips flattened, jaw ticking. His whole face went darker, and I melted back into the damp sheets under the weight of it.
“Yes. I damn well would,” he snapped.“I’d ruin them.”
My eyes widened as he leaned down, slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing across my lips before he crashed his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss. I rubbed my thighs together, arching my back to press my breasts against his wet chest.
A moan escaped when his tongue plunged deeper—hot, wet, tasting faintly of coffee and sin. He hooked a hand under my thigh and dragged it up, forcing me open, his cock sliding along my slick folds.
I spread my other leg wide, gasping when he brushed across my clit, sparks shooting through me.
“Fuck, Poppy,” he growled against my lips, breath ragged, eyes blazing.“I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough.”
This man could ruin me in ways my family never could.
Fuck. This was not in my carefully laid out plans.
“I’m placing a great deal of trust in you, Daddy,” I whispered, swallowing the thick lump in my throat.
His eyes softened, and he brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers, touch achingly gentle for a man so brutal in bed.
“I’ve been cheated on. Used for my money.” His voice was low, steady, but edged with bitterness.“That’s why I never got into another relationship after my last divorce. I’m too old for games, Princess—and I’d never intentionally hurt you.”
I guess we were both battered by untrustworthy people.
“I’d never take you for granted. Not when your filthy mouth is always so ravenous,” he murmured with a low chuckle, his thumb grazing my lower lip.
I grinned, heat curling in my belly despite the weight of his words. Good thing I’d saved him in my phone as Baddy. It suited him perfectly. He was a very bad, nasty Daddy—dangerous in all the ways I craved, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
