Page 56 of Filthy Mouth
I tugged her nipple, then gripped her breast—already picturing it heavy, dripping milk for our child, her belly swollen from my seed.
“Bringing a life into this world isn’t something I take lightly. I just never found anyone I wanted to share it with.”
She frowned and looked away.
“If you want a baby with me, Princess, my balls are at your service,” I teased, grinding into her arse until she giggled. Her body softened beneath me, tension giving way to trust.
“My dirty girl, don’t you know I’d give you whatever you want?” I murmured, sliding my hand down her belly.“Now be a good girl and lick your cunt juice off my cock. Taste yourself on Daddy’s cock.”
Her pussy clenched at my words, greedy for me, but I pulled free, slick and glistening. I sprawled back on the pillows, stroking my cock slowly while I watched her lips part.
“Come on, Princess,” I taunted, tapping the head against my stomach.“Mouth open. Crawl down and clean me like the filthy little cum-slut you are.”
She rolled onto her stomach and crawled down the bed, hair a tangled halo, eyes molten with mischief. I spread my thighs wider, cock in my fist, waiting. She sank between them like she belonged there, her tongue flicking out to lick the head first—just a teasing swipe that made my hips twitch.
“Good girl,” I groaned, stroking her cheek as she dragged her tongue down my shaft, kitten-licks that left me aching. She didn’t rush. No, my Princess savoured me, lapping at the veins, tracing the slit, before she dipped lower.
Her lips wrapped around my balls, sucking one into her mouth while her tongue caressed it. I hissed, head falling back against the pillows as she worshipped me, her spit glistening on my sack. She switched sides, slow and obscene, rolling her tongue around the heavy weight like she was tasting her favourite treat.
“Fuck, Poppy,” I panted, gripping her messy hair.“That’s it. Love Daddy’s balls. Make a mess on them. You’re my nasty little Princess.”
Her lips slid off my balls with a wet pop, a string of spit clinging to her chin as she licked her way back up my cock. She traced the underside with the flat of her tongue, slow, deliberate, until she reached the thick crown.
Her hazel-green eyes lifted to mine as she opened wide, sucking just the head inside, cheeks hollowing while her tongue circled the tip. I groaned, tightening my grip in her hair, but she shook her head free, wanting control, wanting to worship.
She slid lower, inch by inch, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth, spilling over my shaft. The wet sounds echoed in the room, obscene, slick. My thighs trembled as she swallowed more of me, the back of her throat working around the thickness.
“Yes, Princess,” I rasped, watching her lips stretched wide around me.“Look at you. So fucking beautiful with Daddy’s cock stuffed in your throat.”
Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach while she bobbed her head, spit dripping down my balls. She gagged, pulled off with a gasp, spit and precum stringing between her lips and my cock. Then she licked it up like a starving kitten, moaning softly, before sucking me back in.
I swore violently, unable to stop my hips from thrusting. I gripped her hair in both hands, holding her head still, and snapped my hips forward, sliding my cock deep into her throat. Her eyes watered, throat convulsing around me as I drove into her again and again.
“That’s it, Princess. Take every fucking inch. You’re Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve.”
Spit and precum coated her chin, dripping down onto my balls, her face a wreck as I fucked her mouth raw. She clawed at my thighs, gagging, yet never pulling away, her throat milking me as if she belonged there.
I pulled her off before I came down her neck. She gasped for air, face soaked, but she’d never looked more beautiful.
“Lie on your back, Princess. Let Daddy give you a nice deep fuck,” I said, sitting up.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” she panted, scrambling into position.
I grabbed her ankles and shoved them wide apart, admiring the glistening mess between her thighs. Her cunt was swollen, still leaking from the night before, her little hole twitching like it was begging to be split open.
“Look at you,” I muttered, stroking my cock over her slick seam, spreading spit and precum across her folds.“Daddy’s filthy little slut, always ready, always open.”
She whimpered, arching her back, her nipples stiff peaks against the sheets. I pressed the thick head of my cock to her entrance, circling, teasing, making her squirm. Then, with a deep thrust, I sank inside her to the hilt, her cry muffled against the pillow she clutched to her face.
“Fuck—tight, hot, dripping. You were made for this cock, Princess,” I groaned, pulling out slow before slamming back in hard enough to rock the bed.
Her legs shook in my grip, and I pushed them back against her chest, folding her up to take me deeper, grinding my balls against her arse with every savage thrust.
“Yes, Daddy, yes! Fuck me harder!” she howled, her voice breaking as I pounded into her, sweat dripping down my temple onto her throat.
“Take it, my dirty girl. Take every fucking inch. You’re mine—body, soul, and this perfect little cunt,” I snarled, fucking her raw until the sound of our flesh slapping echoed through the room.
With every thrust, my balls brushed against her, giving her the deep pounding I’d promised.
