Page 57 of Filthy Mouth
“Are you going to carry my seed, Poppy? Bear our child? Do you want Daddy to breed you?” I asked, slowing my pace.
Her eyes flew open, and she nodded.
Oh, fuck. She wants it all. Her fucking IUD. I should have figured out a way to get rid of it when I had my fist inside her last night.
“My good girl. You're going to the doctors first thing and get that IUD removed so Daddy can pump you full. Breed you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, raising her hips, trying to fuck herself on me.
I gripped the back of her legs and spread them wider, pinning them on the mattress.
“Daddy’s going to get a breeding bench for you upstairs. Keep you strapped down and open for me. You’ll be bred in no time.”
Her nails clawed at the sheets, her moans rising higher with every filthy word I spat into the air between us. I drove in deep and slow, grinding my cock against her cervix until she sobbed.
“Daddy—please—yes, yes, make me your little breeding slut,” she begged, her voice broken, her cunt gripping me tighter as if her body was already trying to milk me for every drop.
“That’s right, Princess. I’ll keep your sweet cunt plugged day and night. You’ll drip Daddy’s come down your thighs until your belly swells with my child,” I snarled, rutting into her with punishing thrusts.
Her lips parted in a scream, her whole body quivering as she came, her orgasm clamping around my cock. I held her legs down, pounding through her climax, feeding her every filthy promise with each savage stroke.
“I’ll fuck you on the bench, in the bed, over the goddamn table until your womb takes my seed. You’ll be bred, owned, ruined. And you’ll beg for more.”
Her eyes rolled back, tears streaking her cheeks, but her hoarse whisper made my cock throb harder:
“Breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. I want it all.”
I pressed my weight on her legs, slamming my hips down, needing to own every inch of her. She howled at the stretch, but her slick eased my path, and I drove balls-deep over and over until I couldn’t hold back another second. A searing white light exploded behind my eyes as my balls tightened. My cock throbbed and spat, jet after jet of hot come flooding into her.
She was my come-sucker and my soul-thief. I might as well drop my balls in her purse and call it done.
Chapter 22
Poppy
When he released my legs, I groaned at the ache in my muscles but clawed at his waist, wanting him inside me. He chuckled and lay on top of me.
“My greedy girl,” he murmured, gently rocking his hips until I felt his come leak out.“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you empty.”
I shuddered at the mess spreading between my thighs, his cock still thick inside me, plugging me up.“Daddy,” I whispered, half-delirious,“don’t stop. I need you to keep it in me. Please.”
He grunted against my neck, grinding deeper, smearing his spend all over my walls until I whimpered from overstimulation. My body was sore, stretched, used—but still desperate for more. I loved the feel of him inside me.
Every push made me feel owned, branded from the inside out, and the thought sent a wicked little moan tumbling from my lips.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll fuck your arsehole. I’m going to miss fucking your nasty shithole,” he whispered wickedly in my ear, making me gasp.“I’ll miss your filthy mouth swallowing it all up.”
I paused to reconsider my lust-crazed words. Nine entire months without filth? No, thanks.
“Maybe I was hasty in wanting to get pregnant—I said it in the heat of the moment.”
He chuckled, and his body shook against mine.
“We’ve got a lifetime together, Princess. One little baby that’s ours. You and me.”
I swallowed when I saw the tenderness in his eyes.
“I love you, Princess. You're it for me. I love your fire, sass, filth and your sweet heart. Our child will be loved,” he said, lowering his lips to mine.
