Page 7 of Filthy Mouth
Choking, gagging, and drooling. I pushed past her tight opening, forcing my dick into her throat. Her fingers moved to my thighs, nails digging in, but she never looked away. Not even when her eyes watered. The incredible feel of her tight throat around me caused me to hiss.
When her spit trickled down my balls, I held her head and thrust up.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as her throat convulsed in protest.
Her throat fluttered around me like it was trying to reject what I forced down it.
I grinned.
It only made me push deeper.
“Sloppy little cock sucker,” I growled, curling one hand around the back of her head while the other braced on the armrest.“This is what that smart mouth is for.”
She coughed and choked, spit foaming at the corners of her lips, dripping in messy ropes onto her tits. I could see her eyelashes clumped together with tears.
Promising.
I leaned back into the couch, planting my feet wide. Her knees scrambled across the rug as I began to thrust.
In.
Out.
Harder.
Deeper.
Her muffled cries sent vibrations up the shaft of my cock.
I was going to ruin her.
“Look at this mess,” I hissed, glancing down.“Spit, tears, snot… this is what I promised, wasn’t it?”
She tried to pull back, but I gripped her hair like reins and dragged her back down.
“Oh, no. You don’t get to quit. Not until I fuck every inch of my cock into this filthy mouth. Not until those sexy lips touch my balls.”
The wet sounds grew louder—gagging, slurping, obscene suction. Her makeup was ruined. Her pride? That was long gone.
“You’re going to drool all over my cock, then thank me for letting you earn your money with your tongue.”
Her nails raked down my thighs. I could feel her whole body trembling between my legs.
I didn’t stop.
I was just getting started.
Chapter 4
Poppy
I could admit to myself that I might have bitten off more than I could chew. It was a revelation that came to me while I was being choked on what felt like a lead pipe. I looked away from him to see that there were at least another five inches to go.
He suddenly stopped thrusting, but began to push my head down his length. My eyes bulged as I stared at him, but tears blurred my vision. I held myself open for him as he embedded his cock down my neck.
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes. Just like that. Take more—more,” he groaned until his trousers grew closer.
He paused and began to thrust again, faster and harder, battering my insides. I licked his cock and started to massage his heavy balls. The sooner he came, the sooner I could breathe again.
