Page 49 of Filthy Mouth
I reluctantly released Poppy to shake our host’s hand.
“Great exposure for our cause,” Mary added, then turned to Poppy.“Why don’t I give you a tour of our new pond?”
Poppy hugged her warmly.
“It’s good to see you.”
“Grace would have howled at your antics,” Mary chuckled.
“Nana had a wicked sense of humour,” Poppy agreed, slipping her arm through Mary’s.
She shot me a parting smile as Mary tugged her away.
“They’ll be back. Don’t look so worried,” George said, eyeing his wife like a wolf on old bones.
The Hadlows had to be in their seventies, but the possessiveness in his gaze was still sharp. They gave me hope for my future with Poppy.
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“If you fall, you’re going to flash my neighbours, and there are consequences for that, Princess,” I warned, tightening my grip on her arm while wrestling with the keys.
“Pfft. They’re all asleep,” she said, flinging her free arm like some drunken ballerina. The hem of her dress rode higher, and I cursed under my breath.
“Keep that up, and I’ll bend you over the doorstep and spank you. Sleepy neighbours or not.”
She hiccupped, leaned into my side, then whispered far too loudly,“You wouldn’t. You’re too much of a gentleman.”
I finally shoved the key home, teeth grinding, as she pressed her lips sloppily against my jaw
“Gentleman, my arse,” I muttered, hauling her over the threshold.
Truth be told, I’d loved watching Poppy have fun. The happier she became, the more miserable it made her family, and with me by her side, they never approached her again.
“True. Your cock is no gentleman,” she said, trying to slip her hand down the waistband of my trousers.
“Good evening, Mrs K,” I said loudly, and she jerked her hand away at lightning speed, looking around at the empty hallway.
I moved fast, dragging her to the elevator, stabbing the button.
“That was mean, Daddy,” she said with a pout.
“I’ll make it up to you, Princess,” I said, tugging her into the elevator.
“I’m so hungry,” she said, licking her lips and eyeing my cock again.
“I can see that, Princess. Don't worry your pretty head. Daddy is going to feed you.”
My smile vanished when I heard her zip slide down. She pushed the lace off her shoulder, and the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her naked but for the little string pouch around her wrist.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I growled, yanking my bow tie loose just as the elevator doors slid open.
She stepped out of the puddle of lace, chin high, tits proud, heels clicking like she owned the building. Regal as a bloody queen, sashaying out of the lift in nothing but stilettos and that ridiculous pouch dangling from her wrist.
“Poppy,” I hissed, snatching up her dress with one hand while I stalked after her, bow tie hanging undone, jacket open.
“Relax, Daddy.” She tossed a glance over her shoulder, a wicked smile curving her lips.“Your neighbours are asleep, remember?”
“Keep pushing me, Princess,” I growled, catching her wrist and dragging her to the bedroom door before I fucking exploded in my trousers.
