Page 62 of Filthy Mouth
“Look at you, Princess,” I murmured, stroking my cock as I admired the obscene view.“My backdoor slut, bent over and holding yourself open for your Daddy.”
I stepped closer, pressing the head of my cock against her stretched rim without pushing in, just teasing.“Good girl. Stay like that. I want to see every drop drip down your pretty arse.”
Her breath hitched, fogging the tiles, but she didn’t move. Her palms stayed firm against her cheeks, spreading herself wide for me, her twitching rim begging. I stroked myself harder, the sight of her dripping under the shower making my balls tighten.
“That’s it, Princess. Keep yourself wide open for Daddy. You’re going to feel my hot piss pouring inside, and you’re going to take it like the good little anal whore you are.”
I angled forward, letting the tip of my cock nudge her fluttering hole before I relaxed and let go. The first hot stream splashed across her hole and trickled down between her cheeks. She whimpered, tilting her hips back to catch more, and I growled, adjusting to give her everything straight inside.
“Fuck, Princess. It feels so fucking good pissing inside your hole. Good girl, taking Daddy’s come and piss in your backdoor.”
When my piss began to overflow, I pulled the head out and aimed my cock like a hose, watching the mixture of come, water and piss surround her holes before rushing down the drain. I stood up and pissed down her back, over her hair and face.
Once my bladder was drained, I continued to stare at her ruined arsehole and pink pussy. My sweet Princess didn't move or utter a word.
I glanced behind me, contemplating whether the breeding bench was better or the bed where I could restrain her ankles to the headboard. Either way, she would get several more loads inside her tonight. I still needed to breed my precious piss Princess.
It was her own fault for making this floor irresistible.
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The knock on my door made me sigh. I had so much paperwork to get through for my latest build.
“Uh, Sir Blythe is here to see you. I know you said you didn’t want to be disturbed,” Ella said, her head poking into my office.
It was best to get this over with.
“It’s okay, Ella. Let him through.”
With a nod, she vanished while I contemplated Poppy’s father. The thought of neglecting my child to some other woman made me queasy, yet this fucker had not only done that but had allowed Delphina to torture Poppy.
He stormed into the office, slamming the door behind him. I didn’t need to say a word before his tirade started.
“I know your game, Lancaster. You found out the land is Poppy’s, and now you’re marrying her, trying to cut me out of the deal. You won’t get away with this. I’ll tell Poppy and she’ll dump you,” he said, pacing beside my desk.
Poppy knew all about the land. Hell, she’d even offered it to me, but I explained that my architect had found a workaround. I never wanted her to think I had any ulterior motives.
Well, I guess I did. I wanted to own my Princess—her filthy mouth, her stunningly tight arsehole, her life-giving pussy. But most of all, her essence. I only needed to be beside her to feel complete. To feed her, protect her, and hold her every single night. If she ever felt unsure, she knew I’d always be there to stand by her.
“—my wife is ill with concern.”
I couldn’t have missed much, but I let him carry on.
His face was red, his jowls quivered the faster he talked. When he realised I wasn’t taking the bait, he glanced at me before looking around my office nervously.
I raised a hand, gesturing for him to sit in the chair opposite me. Once he was seated, I began.
“My net worth is far greater than Poppy’s. She knows about the land and offered it to me for free.”
When he opened his mouth, I lifted my hand again.
“You’ve had your say. Listen to me, or leave,” I said with icy calm.“I no longer need the land.”
I flicked my hair back and smiled.
“Poppy owns almost everything you’re sitting on, Blythe. If I hear even a whisper that you, Delphina, or Annabelle have said anything untoward about my wife, you’ll all be evicted. Delphina and Annabelle are owed nothing from the Winborne estate upon your death. I suggest you tread carefully. Poppy may not have the heart to fuck you all up, but I’d take great pleasure in seeing you out on the streets. Now get out. I don’t want to see you or your three chins again. Forget Poppy—she has a new Daddy now.”
His expression morphed so many times, but my favourite was the comical look of horror.
