Page 50 of Filthy Mouth
I sat her on the bed and knelt to unbuckle her black stilettos. The white crystals along the straps caught the light, sparkling as bright as the mischief in her eyes. She spread her legs wider, and my face was level with her bare cunt.
When I glanced up, she was nibbling her lower lip, eyes dark with amusement and raw hunger—like she already knew she had me on my knees in more ways than one.
“Go put the shower on, Princess,” I said, calm on the outside though my blood was anything but.
She rose, flashing me her arse as she sauntered away. Seconds later, I tore out of my clothing—buttons ripped, shoes kicked God knows where, my crumpled tux left in ruins on the floor.
When I reached the shower, steam was already curling up the glass, and she was kneeling on the tiles with her knees spread, water cascading down the back of her head.
“Princess, you are fucking perfect,” I murmured, stepping closer.
I slid my thumb between her lips, cupping her cheek as I rested my cock over her eyes. She opened her mouth, tongue flicking out, and I dragged my cock down her face until the head pressed to her waiting tongue. Pulling my thumb free, I nudged inside, feeding her my cock until it hit the back of her throat. Her hands clutched my hips as she sealed her lips tight around me.
“Daddy’s little piss Princess,” I growled, before unleashing a hot stream straight into her mouth.“Fuck.”
It spilled from the corners of her lips as she gagged, and I pulled out, stroking myself as I watched her swallow. Her eyes fluttered shut, then opened again, head tipped back as she parted her mouth wider.
“Good girl. This is what you’ve been craving all night,” I rasped, lifting my cock to spray hot piss over her face and hair, marking her every way I could.
When I was almost done, I angled back to spray her breasts, watching my piss splash over her pert nipples. She lifted her head, mouth open again, and I stepped closer to feed her the last trickle.
“My greedy girl,” I murmured, stroking her wet hair.“Now that you’ve emptied Daddy’s bladder, it’s time to drain my balls. Stand up.”
I hauled her up until she stood beneath the steaming water, her hands immediately wrapping around my cock and tugging hard. I shut off the shower and snagged a towel, wrapping it tight around her trembling body. The heat still clung to us, but I pulled her close, rubbing her back and brushing my lips over her temple. When her nails dug into my arse, I chuckled.
“So impatient,” I murmured, steering her out of the shower.
I carried her to the bed and laid her down, peeling the towel away until she was spread out naked for me. Her legs parted instantly, needy little thing, and I lowered myself between them, gripping her thighs. My mouth found her cunt, licking her slow, steady, until she was writhing on the sheets.
“Princess tastes like champagne and sin,” I growled against her, flicking my tongue over her clit until she moaned.
I gathered some saliva in my mouth, spreading her folds open before spitting directly on her. I watched my spit slide down her pink cunt until it dribbled over her tight little arsehole.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, trying to raise her hips.
I buried my face in her pussy, licking, sucking, and chewing before plunging my tongue inside her wet hole. She tried to move her legs, but I held them down, dragging my tongue, beard, and lips all over her until she was pulling on my hair.
I hooked my arms under her thighs and tilted her hips up, pinning her down as my tongue dragged lower, over her slick seam, down to her tight little arse.
“Daddy’s filthy mouth wants it all,” I murmured before spreading her open with my thumbs, staring down at her spit-slicked arsehole.
I circled the tight little pucker with my tongue, slow and deliberate, before forcing her wider and plunging inside.
“Yes, oh, yes. More…please, Daddy,” she groaned, writhing as I stabbed my tongue into her loosening hole over and over.
When I finally pulled back, my tongue was wet with her, my beard coated. I released her thighs and dragged myself up her body, crushing my mouth to hers.
My tongue delved deep, making her taste herself, because my Princess was fucking delicious.
I licked her lips before pulling back.
“Open.”
Her hazel-green eyes were wide, drunk on lust. She stuck her tongue out, obedient little slut, and I let a thick pool of spit drip onto it, watching her swallow before I leaned down and spat directly into her mouth.
“Perfect. Keep that mouth open,” I said, pulling her down the bed until her head slipped off the pillow and lay flat against the mattress. That gave me the room to straddle her chest, my knees wide, my cock hanging heavy above her lips. Her throat bobbed, eyes glazed, mouth still parted just like I wanted.
“Daddy’s going to use this filthy mouth,” I said, tapping my cock on her outstretched tongue.
