Page 55 of Filthy Mouth
She jerked beneath me when my fingertips grazed her clit.
“My dirty girl, come on Daddy’s cock. Cream all over me. Do it—because you know I’ll make you lick every sticky drop off my dick while I hold your mouth open.”
Her whole body seized, a ragged moan ripping from her throat as her pussy fluttered and then gushed hot around my cock.
“Yeah, that’s it, my dirty girl—fucking soak me,” I snarled, hammering into her, feeling her slick spread down my length and drip onto my balls. The squelch of her creamy cunt only made me drive harder, chasing the mess she made for me.
“Can you hear that, Princess?” I growled in her ear, pushing her face deeper into the pillow as my hips slammed her arse.“That’s you, dripping all over Daddy’s cock like the needy little whore you are.”
I yanked out of her sloppy cunt at the last second and flipped her onto her back. Her hair was a wild halo, her lips swollen, tongue lolling out like the greedy slut she was.
“Open wide, Princess,” I ordered, stroking my cock furiously over her face. She obeyed instantly, mouth stretched, eyes glazed.
“Good girl.” My cock jerked, thick ropes spilling across her cheeks, her lips, straight into her waiting mouth. She moaned, catching it on her tongue as I painted her face with the rest, smearing it over her nose, dripping into her hairline, even streaking her closed eyelids.
“Look at that mess. My dirty little come-slut.” I rubbed my cock across her face, dragging it through the sticky lines until every inch of her skin gleamed with me.
When her mouth opened again on a whimper, I shoved my cock between her lips.“Suck it clean. Show Daddy what a filthy Princess you are.”
Even though she was tired, my girl sucked and licked every inch of me, before moving to my balls.
Never mind a ring on her finger. It would be a collar around her neck and handcuffs if need be. Poppy was never leaving me.
Mine to use. Mine to love. Mine to break if I wanted—because she’d crawl back for more.
But my black heart melted when she smiled at me, full of warmth. I kissed her, deep, wet, sloppy, before licking along her cheek to taste my come on her flesh. Her skin was crusted with my dried semen, and I savoured every nasty, salty lick.
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I turned the ring in my hand, the ruby burning like blood under the lamp. Platinum, flawless, and eternal. Just like I wanted her. My chest tightened, the ghost of Cassandra’s cold laughter and Rachelle’s lies hissing at the back of my skull. Both had taken pieces of me. Both had left me more hollow than before.
But Poppy… my filthy little Princess, smeared in my come, smiling at me as if I was the only person in her world. She didn’t care about my money, my name, or the goddamn stone in my hand. She wanted me. My darkness. My dirt. My cock.
The ring wasn’t just a promise. It was a chain. Once it slid onto her finger, she’d belong to me in every way the law recognised. And in every filthy way, it never would.
Her breathing was steady, lashes still wet, lips parted in sleep. She had no idea how fucking beautiful she looked, wrecked and ruined, with my seed dried across her skin. I turned the ring one last time before sliding it onto her finger. Perfect fit. Of course it was.
I leaned back, admiring my handiwork. No flowers, no speeches. Just a ruby collar she couldn’t slip off. My filthy little Princess was mine—legally, spiritually, and carnally. Engaged without a choice.
I held her hip and slid a little deeper into my wet cocksleeve, kissing her cheek before nestling in behind her. I lay awake and wondered if this was karma for fucking with Magnus. I pursed my lips. I would not fucking cry at the altar.
When I finally drifted, it was with my cock still buried in her ruined pussy, her hair clumped with dried come under my palm, and her scent the only air I wanted in my lungs. The ruby gleamed on her finger, the proof of what she’d never escape. Engaged, bound, and soon to be bred—exactly how my Princess was meant to be.
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“Daddy, you psycho. What is this?” Poppy poked my cheek.
I smiled, sliding my awakening cock into her hot cavern without opening my eyes.
“Congratulations, Princess. We’re engaged.”
She tried to smack my hand when I palmed her breast, but I cracked one eye open to catch her arm stretched out, the ruby flashing as she admired her new collar. My fingers trapped her rosy nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp pinch.
“One in a line of many,” she sighed, but she was taking the news rather well, and I wondered how long she’d been awake for.
“Princess, there’s no one who could ever compare to you.”
“Is there a reason you never had children?” she asked, lowering her arm before meeting my eyes.
