Page 53 of Filthy Mouth
“Open, Princess.”
I obeyed, breath hitching, and he let a thick strand of spit and come drip from his mouth into mine. The taste hit my tongue, sharp and obscene, and I whimpered as he leaned closer, sealing his mouth over mine and forcing the mess back and forth between us in a filthy kiss.
“Swallow it,” he demanded, grinding his cock—still slick with my arse—against my thigh.
I gulped it down, the bitter tang burning my throat, and he smiled wickedly against my lips.
“Good girl. Daddy feeds you, and you take it all. Every drop. Every fucking time.”
“I’m not changing the sheets,” I croaked.
He chuckled low, kissing my swollen lips before trailing his mouth down to my throat, my collarbone, then lower. His big hands cupped my neglected breasts, kneading gently, thumbs brushing over my aching nipples until I sighed.
“Princess,” he murmured against my skin, voice still ragged from fucking me raw.“I should be ashamed I forgot about these.”
He laughed again, the sound rumbling in his chest as he bent over me. His beard rasped over the curve of my breast as his lips closed around my nipple, sucking slow and deep until my back arched. His other hand massaged the neglected mound, fingers rolling and tugging until I whimpered.
“Beautiful tits,” he praised, dragging his tongue in a circle before flicking my stiff peak.“Deserved my attention long before now.”
“Daddy…” I moaned, threading my fingers through his damp hair.
“Shhh, Princess.” His teeth grazed me, a sharp nip soothed with a kiss.“Let me worship what I should have worshipped first. You gave me your arse, but these…” He sucked harder, groaning as he kneaded and licked in turn.“These are mine too.”
His mouth stayed latched on my nipple, sucking greedily, while his hand slid between my thighs. Two fingers pressed inside, the intrusion sharp against my still-sensitive cunt. I whimpered, hips jerking, but his tongue soothed me with slow swirls over my breast.
“Yeah, Princess,” he murmured against my skin, curling those fingers deep.“You’re still dripping, begging for me.”
A third finger pushed in, stretching me wide until my breath caught. I clenched around him, my thighs trembling, but he only groaned at the resistance.
“Open for me,” he ordered, sucking harder on my nipple as he drove his hand deeper. When his fourth finger pushed in, I gasped, my nails raking down his back.
“Daddy… fuck—”
“That’s it, my greedy girl.” His voice darkened, hungry, as he pressed his thumb against my swollen entrance.“You want more? You want to be filled everywhere?”
I barely had time to nod before his thumb forced its way inside, his whole hand stretching me open, burying deep until I screamed into the air, overwhelmed and trembling.
He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, my cunt clenching around the sudden emptiness. I panted, still trembling, when he reached across the bed and snagged the bottle of lube.
“Don’t close up on me now, Princess. Daddy’s going to fist you,” he rasped, squeezing a thick stream over his hand.
A fist? He almost got his hand in, and it did feel good.
The slick sound of him coating every finger sent a shiver up my spine. He spread his fingers wide, working the lube into every crease, then rubbed the rest along my swollen lips until I whimpered.
“Daddy…” I moaned, lifting my hips, desperate and raw.
His hand worked me open, slow, steady, patient. Every push dragged a cry out of me, every stretch made my thighs tremble. My cunt clung to his fingers, sucking them in greedily, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, eyes half-closed, body strung so tight I thought I’d snap.“Don’t you dare stop.”
He pressed deeper, letting me feel the deliberate drag of every knuckle. The lube made everything slick, obscene, and when his thumb slid in beside the others, I gasped, my back arching off the sheets.
“Shhh, Princess. You’re taking it,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.“Look at that greedy hole swallowing me.”
I forced myself to breathe through the burn, through the slow, stretching fullness as his hand slid deeper.
My vision blurred. I felt split, filled, used—exactly what I wanted.
