Filthy Mouth

He lost his l*ad. Then he lost his mind. Now he’ll lose his morals trying to find that mouth again.

Benedict Lancaster found the perfect filthy mouth. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

But the girl vanished at the stroke of midnight.

Like a twisted Cinderella tale, he knew he had to find that filthy mouth again—because nothing had ever held his c*ck like that mouth did.

And he finds her.

Almost half his age.

Sitting next to her Daddy.

Smiling sweetly.

Tab*o Warning:

It gets real nasty—sp!t, s*ed, and waters unspoken if w*t worship isn’t your thing, back away now.

Reader note: 1% plot included. 99% filth guaranteed.