Page 9 of Filthy Mouth
When he began to groan, I started to pray in the hope he was coming. My face felt bruised from his brutal thrusts.
“Keep your mouth open. Do not fucking close it,” he growled.
His rhythm faltered, and he pulled out. I left my mouth open while I panted, tears coursing down the corners of my eyes.
Thick, hot come exploded on my face. Another hit my lips—more on my tongue. I blinked when he sprayed some over my eyes and forehead.
“Fuck, now you look like a proper whore,” he said with a smirk.
He used his thumb to slide the come from my lips into my open mouth, but the rest he smeared all over my face, rubbing it in before wiping the rest on my breasts.
“You’re welcome,” he said, palming my breasts.
He could be such an outstanding fuck, but his filthy mouth would eventually piss me off.
I smiled at the idiot.“Thank you, Daddy,” I croaked, wincing at the ache in my throat and neck, yet my pussy still fluttered.
Aching and empty.
I eyed up my clothes as he stood back.
“I’ll just get some wet towels for you,” he said before walking away.
I stared at his arse, but the shirt covered most of it.
Fuck it.
I grabbed my clothes and the money. I earned that shit. Once my blazer was on, I ran to the front door—running on your toes was not easy. I was learning all sorts of things tonight. When I shut the door, I ensured there was nothing more than a quiet click.
As soon as the night's cool air surrounded me, I giggled, imagining his face when he discovered me gone.
Daddy could go fuck himself.
His cock was large enough to achieve the feat.
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I called my usual car service, and they picked me up around the corner from my latest client’s apartment. Tonight had cheered me up to no end, but the thought of going home dulled my high. It was a shame I couldn’t have squeezed in a few more sessions with the man.
Not ready to go home, I redirected the driver to the cemetery. My trusty Jimmy Choos would help me scale the wall. I needed to spend some time with my mum before returning to the snake pit.
My anger had pushed me over the edge tonight. I’d done something potentially dangerous, but it gave me the courage to face up to the people who’d made me miserable since childhood.
I should’ve left the old man a tenner as a tip.
Or was it a discount?
Chapter 5
Benedict
When I returned with a hot, wet towel and another bundle of cash, she was gone. I froze. Then I spun—once, twice—like she might materialise from behind the furniture. My cock swung, slapped against my thigh when I stopped, heart thudding with confusion.
“Poppy,” I called, voice sharp. The name echoed off the walls.
No. That had been the perfect fucking blow job. Perfect.
“Poppy!” I shouted, louder, angrier. Desperate.
