Page 72 of Filthy Mouth
My filthy, perfect wife.
“Look at you,” I murmured, brushing her damp hair back from her forehead.“Most men pay for a hole like that, and I get the whole fucking woman. My whore. My wife. My everything.”
I tilted her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.“You take it all for me—cock, come, spit, piss. And you always want more.” My chest ached as I pressed my mouth to hers.
My tongue delved into her filthy mouth, tasting the bitter tang of piss mixed with her sweetness. I kissed her hard, devouring the mess, licking the corners where it had spilled. She whimpered into me, and I swallowed it down like it was nothing but ours.
“My perfect Princess,” I whispered against her lips.“You’ll always be mine to love.”
All these years together, working together for Olivia and us, but our love only grew stronger—along with our filth.
“And you’ll always be my nasty Daddy. Now what delights do you have planned for our final act?” she asked with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
“Let’s get washed up first,” I said, reaching for the straps at her wrist. A bit of cock worship and she’d be raring to go again.
Poppy
My Daddy might call me a whore, but I knew the truth—there wasn’t a man alive who loved his wife more than he did. Every filthy word, every brutal act, every dripping hole he stuffed was proof that I was the only woman in the world who had him on his knees.
He stepped back from his company to care for Olivia so I could carry my mother’s legacy forward. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d take every filthy mouthful—except for my one hard limit. That was the deal. This was our world. One that we’d crafted together and adored.
“Be a good whore and use your mouth to clean me. I might as well get my money's worth out of you tonight,” he said, lifting his heavy cock between us.
“Yes, sir,” I said, sinking to my knees.
Water streamed down his abs, trickling into the thick thatch at his base. I licked the drops from his thighs, dragging my tongue higher until I tasted the musk clinging to his wet skin.
“Not the thighs, slut. You know what I’m paying for,” he growled, gripping the back of my head.
“Sorry, sir,” I whispered, opening my mouth wide.
He slapped his cock against my cheek, water spraying, before dragging the fat head across my lips. I moaned, licking the slick length as it smeared against my mouth.
Before I could swallow him down, he pulled away from me. When I glanced up, he had a cruel smile carving his lips.
“No, a nasty whore like you will lick my crack and sack,” he said, turning to face the tiled wall.
He spread his legs.
“Get to work, whore. Clean me out.”
One day, Daddy would let me peg him. But tonight was not that night.
He spread his cheeks with one hand, glancing over his shoulder with a dark grin. Water sluiced down the line of his arse, dripping between his cheeks.“Stick that filthy tongue in, whore. Get deep. Clean your client like a good little backdoor slut.”
I dipped between his legs, trailing my tongue from his heavy, hanging balls, parting his cheeks as I dragged my tongue through the fine hair and over his rough flesh until I reached his arsehole. I gathered some spit in my mouth before prodding the opening with my tongue. He relaxed his muscles, and I pushed my tongue inside, pressing my nose into his crack.
“Good little slut. Now lick.”
I curled my tongue up and licked his insides, rubbing my thighs together before I pushed deeper, sticking my tongue out as far as I could.
“Fuck, yeah. Get right in there, whore,” he groaned, reaching back to grip my head and push himself back.“Tease the rim, suck my balls and tongue my arsehole.”
I pulled back, licking my lips before lapping up his arsehole. With each flick of my tongue, I pressed into him, hungrily. I reached beneath him to palm his balls, loving the feel of them in my hand before I circled my tongue around his hole.
I moved down and sat on my ass so I could go beneath him to suck his balls. I took my time sucking and licking them while rubbing his arsehole.
“Good little whore. You're making me hard again,” he growled.
