Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 103

KEIRA

A sense of comfort washed over me when I stepped into Clint’s living room. I no longer felt scared or worried that someone was watching my every move. Clint led me to his sofa and made me settle down on it.

“Have you had dinner?”

I shook my head and frowned when I recalled the dinner plans Natasha and I had.

Clint kissed my forehead softly and smiled at me. “I will order us some pizza. What would you like?”

I shrugged. “As long as there is no pineapple on top.”

Clint nodded and pulled out his phone. While he ordered the pizza, my eyes drifted away from him and towards the unlit fireplace. A sense of guilt began to prick my heart. What if leaving Natasha alone in that apartment was not a good idea? What if Calvin gets to her and uses her as a hostage to threaten me?

My heart sank at these scenarios I played out in my head. No matter how much I tried, I wanted to stop thinking about all of this, even if it was for a second. Still, my mind said otherwise. Instances played in my head, filling me with anxiety.

What was I going to do? I ran my hands into my hair that fell loosely to my shoulders and kept it there. I wanted to forget, to forget everything.

I was not the type to do drugs or take alcohol to escape reality, but there was something else that could make me forget.

“Keira!”

The sound of Clint yelling my name pulled me out of my trance. I blinked and saw him crouched before me, his eyes filled with concern.

“What is wrong? I have been calling your name. You look pale like you have seen a ghost,” he said, stroking my chin.

Ah, yes, he was the one I wanted.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, ignoring my injury and pulling him closer to me. Our lips were an inch apart, and I could feel his breath against my skin.

“Clint, I want to forget. I want my mind to go blank. I do not want to think about anything right now. So please, f**k me,” I whispered against his lips.

Clint circled his hand around my waist and took it to the small of my back. “Even with your injuries, you still want my d**k. How naughty of you,” he chuckled.

Clint loosened my arms from his neck and placed me on the chair carefully.

“You do not have to do anything, just sit back and relax. I will make your mind go blank until you can think of only me.”

His voice had this narcotic power that sent shivers down my spine. Like Clint said, I relaxed and watched him open my legs. Slowly, he peeled off my skirt and top, leaving me clad in only my underwear.

Clint brushed a finger against my clit through the fabric of my panties, which sent electrifying currents running up my spine.

“I only touched you a bit and see how erect it is,” Clint smirked.

He slid my panties down my h**s, and my honey pot was bare to him, dripping wet and hungry. Grabbing my thighs, Clint settled his head between my legs, and the feel of his breath against my entrance was all it took to shudder with pleasure.

Clint flicked his tongue over my hard clit, and a m**n escaped my lips. He twirled his tongue, and I arched my back as pleasure began to build inside me. I grabbed his hair, running my hands through it as he pleased me with his tongue.

“F**k, Clint, that feels so good,” I m****d and threw my head back on the couch.

Clint withdrew from my p***y, and the evidence of his desire perked up through the fabric of his pants.

“Your m***s are making me impatient,” he g*****d.

“Then f**k me now; I am rather impatient, too,” I cooed as I used my toes to rub the bulge on his groin.

Clint unbuckled his belt, and his pants came flying down. He revealed his throbbing manhood from his briefs, and seeing it made my p***y twitch with anticipation.

The head of his manhood settled in front of my entrance, and Clint wasted no time slamming into me. As he filled me up, I arched my back to accept him better.

Clint was an impatient man. His h**s moved relentlessly as he pounded into me like a wild animal. His primitive desires had taken over, and this was precisely what I craved. As he slid in and out of my p***y, my mind turned to a white sheet.

Clint was an impatient man. His h**s moved relentlessly as he pounded into me like a wild animal. His primitive desires had taken over, and this was precisely what I craved. As he slid in and out of my p***y, my mind turned to a white sheet.

I could not think of anything else except the pleasure that engulfed me.

“F**k me harder!” I yelled as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Clint grabbed my h**s and slammed into me. He moved closer and skimmed his tongue along my lips, forcing me to part them for him. And so I did.

Our tongues intertwined, and I wrapped my good hand around his neck, pulling him closer. As I was buried in his sweet heat, I reveled in the ecstasy he gave me. I could feel the brutal strength of his passion as he rammed into me, his thrusts getting faster with each passing second.

“F**k, it feels so good inside of you,” Clint g*****d into my lips.

His lips surged away from mine, and he rained kissed down the slim column of my neck, down to the apex of my breast. My lace bra fell, and Clint’s tongue ravished my hard nipples.

My m***s echoed through the whole living room as he pleased me. My pleasure had reached the apex, and I could feel my climax approaching.

My legs shook violently as my o****m came crashing down on me in drugging waves. Clint g*****d as his strokes got sloppy. He thrust into me a few more times and reeled over the edge.

Our body fluids became one. We stayed in each other’s arms, catching our breaths. I did not want to leave Clint’s arms. I could tell he felt the same way.

Clint looked up at me, a soft smile on his face. He kissed my forehead and my cheeks before he planted a soft k**s on my lips.

But all the while we were entwined in each other’s embrace, my phone would not stop beeping.