Page 42 of Filthy Mouth
Chapter 17
Benedict
The vulnerable look in her eyes was haunting, and for a moment, I wanted to promise her the fucking world just to ease it. But words were cheap—I’d prove myself through the way I kept her, guarded her, spoiled her, and never let her go. That part would come later. Right now, she was smiling, and that was all the permission I needed to devour her. She’d caught me off guard in the shower, that sharp intuition and candid little mouth of hers. Poppy was the gift that kept on giving.
“Now,” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers in a teasing peck before pulling away,“let’s get back to stretching that sweet little arsehole out for Daddy.” I shifted off her, giving my cock a rough stroke.“On your stomach, Princess. Face in the pillows, arse in the air.”
She wriggled onto her stomach, and I grabbed two pillows, shoving them under her hips until her arse tilted up perfectly for me. Fucking beautiful. Her thighs tensed, so I spread them apart with my hands, raking my fingers down the smooth skin until she shivered. I wanted her trembling before I even touched her cunt.
My palm cupped the swell of her arse as I reached for the lube, flipping the cap open with one hand.“Keep still, Princess. I’m going to take my time with this hole.” I poured a slick line between her cheeks, watching it glisten as it slid down to her little star. Shit. My cock twitched just staring at it.
I rubbed the lube in slow, lazy circles, smearing it over her tight ring until it glistened. Then I dragged two fingers down her slit, coating myself in our mess before returning to her arsehole. I pressed my thumb there, just enough to make her gasp and clutch the sheets.
“Already clenching for me. You know what’s coming, don’t you?” I growled, leaning over to bite her shoulder.“This hole’s mine, just like your filthy mouth and greedy little cunt.”
I eased one finger inside, slow and steady, until her tight little hole swallowed me up to the knuckle. Fuck, the way she clenched around me had my cock dripping already. She buried her face in the pillows, moaning into the fabric as I twisted and withdrew.
“Relax, Princess,” I murmured, drizzling more lube until it trickled down over my hand. I pushed back in, curling the finger before adding another beside it. Her arse stretched around me, hot and tight, and she gasped as her hips bucked forward.
“That’s it—open up for me.” I scissored them apart, stretching her wider, savouring the way she whimpered and panted. Each time she tensed, I spat between her cheeks, smearing the slickness in before driving deeper.
“F-fuck, Benedict,” she moaned, voice muffled in the pillows.
I chuckled low and added a third finger, soaking us both in lube as I pumped them in and out. Her little arse strained, fluttering, but I didn’t give her a break—scissoring harder until she was trembling, gasping into the bedding.
Her fists balled, her back arched, and I poured more lube down over my hand. Then came the fourth finger. She screamed into the pillows as I worked them in, stretching her hole wide, filling her until she was panting like she’d run a marathon.
“Such a good girl,” I growled against her ear, my cock pressed hard to her thigh.“Taking every finger like a champ. You feel that? That’s me getting your sweet arse ready for every filthy inch of my cock.”
“Relax those muscles, Poppy. I need to work these fingers inside you before you can take my cock in here,” I said when her arsehole clamped around my fingers.
I didn't give her time to think, I eased my fingers deeper until her rim stretched. I held my fingers still until she relaxed.
“My good girl,” I murmured before gently easing my fingers back and forth.
“Ooooooh,” she let out a broken cry.
“Ah—Ah. No tensing up, keep your hole open for Daddy,” I chided when she tightened again.
She began panting on the pillows but held herself open for me.
“If you want my cock in there, Princess, then you take my fingers like a slut first.”
Her cry came out ragged, half sob, half moan, and I felt her pulse around me as I pushed harder, working her hole wider.
Her arse was trembling, rim gaping around all four of my fingers as I fucked them in and out, lube dripping down to her cunt. She was panting into the pillows.
“That’s it, my greedy little slut,” I growled, scissoring her open one last time before pulling my hand free with a filthy wet pop. Her hole twitched, clenching around nothing.
“Empty already?” I chuckled darkly, grabbing the base of my cock and rubbing the swollen head against her stretched rim.“Don’t worry, Princess—I’ll give you something bigger to swallow.”
She gasped as I pressed forward, teasing her with just the thick head inside, smearing lube and slick across her tight ring. I pushed it in and out, slow and deliberate, enjoying the obscene stretch of her little hole as it clenched around me.
“Beg for it,” I demanded, leaning over her, my fist tangled in her hair to haul her head back from the pillows.“Tell Daddy you want his cock up your arse.”
“P-Please fuck my…” she whimpered, voice breaking, before a groan slipped out as she pushed back against me.
I shook my head, smirking. My greedy little whore.
