Page 52 of Filthy Mouth
Each thrust pushed me further into the mattress, my breath catching with the sharp sting that melted into filthy pleasure. He groaned above me, sweat dripping from his temple onto my skin.
“Fucking hell, you’re gripping me so tight,” he snarled, rocking harder, forcing me to take more of him.“Daddy’s cock is splitting you open.”
I whimpered, my nails clawing at the sheets, my legs trembling around his shoulders. The stretch burned, but I couldn’t stop moaning for more.
“Don’t you dare fucking close up,” he growled, snapping his hips, the blunt heaviness of his balls slapping against me.“Take it—every last inch. That’s my good little arse slut.”
He slammed into me harder, grinding down so deep his balls pressed tight to my skin. The sound of his hips smacking against me filled the room, raw and obscene, while he held me open, fucking me like he was never going to stop.
He bared his teeth, slamming forward until the bed frame cracked against the wall.“You begged for this cock in your arse, now you’re going to fucking choke on it.” His thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping, each one punching a cry out of my throat. His balls slapped wet and heavy against me, the obscene sound echoing between my moans.
“Yes, Daddy, give it to me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you own me,” I howled.
“Yeah? Remember, you asked for this, Princess.”
I clung to the sheets, my body jolting with every savage grind. My cunt throbbed, slick dripping down my thighs, and still he drove into me, merciless.
“Say it,” he demanded, fisting my hair, forcing my head back so our eyes locked.“Say you’re Daddy’s filthy little slut.”
“Yes!” I gasped, my voice breaking.“I’m your slut. Your dirty, filthy slut.”
His groan was feral, chest vibrating against mine as he slammed me down into the mattress, grinding until I swore I felt him in my stomach.
His pace turned savage, each thrust punching deep, the stretch tearing cries from my throat. He fucked me like he wanted to break me, hips slamming, balls grinding against my drenched arse with every brutal drive. My body convulsed, helpless beneath him, the burn of his cock giving way to dizzying pleasure.
“Take it, Princess,” he snarled, driving harder, sweat dripping down his temples.“That gaping hole needs every last inch.”
“Yes—oh, fuck—yes!” I screamed, nails clawing at the sheets, the wet slap of his balls echoing as his cock pistoned into me. My cunt clenched, empty and aching, but my arse was stretched wide, stuffed so deep I saw stars.
And then it hit—white-hot, shattering—my body bucking as I squirted, gush after gush spraying over him, and it splashed down between us, soaking the sheets, trickling over my arse and thighs in filthy rivulets.
“Fuck, that’s it. Look at you—drenched, messy little slut,” he growled, grinding into me, smearing himself in the flood of my release as my body convulsed around his cock.
He collapsed over me but never stopped, still rutting, fucking me through it with broken, animal grunts.
“Gonna come in your arse, baby—fuck,” he groaned against my ear, voice ragged, body trembling.
I felt him swell, then the hot spurts flooded me, thick and endless, his thrusts faltering into rough grinds as he spilled inside me.
I clenched hard around him, milking him for every drop, until I felt it—his come leaking back out around his cock, trickling down my arse and soaking the sheets.
“Fuck, Princess,” he panted, grinding deeper like he could push it all back inside.“So full. My little cum-dumpster.”
My whole body shuddered, wrecked and blissed, clinging to him as he kept me pinned beneath his weight, cock still buried to the hilt, messy and throbbing.
When his breathing finally slowed, he pulled out with a wet, obscene sound. His come oozed down the crack of my arse, pooling beneath me. I was too dazed to move, but he wasn’t done.
“Don’t move, Princess,” he rasped, pushing my thighs open again.“Daddy’s going to clean up his mess.”
I jolted when his mouth latched onto my pussy, licking up my slick, sucking hard on my clit until I moaned. Then his tongue dragged lower, over my dripping seam, chasing the mixture of my squirt and his come as it leaked from me.
“Fuck—you’re filthy,” he growled between licks, spreading my arse with his thumbs before diving in. His tongue circled my messy hole, lapping at the hot spill until I was squirming, whimpering, my body trembling with aftershocks.
He devoured everything—my juices, his spend—groaning like it was the finest meal he’d ever had.
“My dirty Princess,” he murmured, mouth shiny with spit and come as he looked up at me.“I’ll lick you clean every fucking time.”
He lifted his head, mouth dripping, eyes glazed with hunger. I thought he was finished—until he crawled up my body and grabbed my jaw, forcing my lips apart.
