Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 113

KEIRA’s POV

“Hey, are you asleep already? I really miss you right now.”

I read the text repeatedly, my cheeks flaming hot as I flushed. It was a text from Clint that sparked a fire in my heart. Absent-mindedly, I took off my apron and gloves.

Picking up my phone and headed up to my room. I shut the door behind me immediately and flopped down on the bed. My fingers began clicking away as I texted back.

“What a coincidence; I miss you too.” I texted back.

A few seconds later, Clint texted back.

“I am glad. I wish you could have followed me back to my place, though.”

“Hmm, why?”

“Is that not obvious? I wanted to ravish your body. You are the only thought that has occupied my mind.”

I bit my lips as a surge of desire ran through me.

“Do you…still feel that way right now?” I texted.

The chat went dead for a few minutes until Clint’s message popped up on my screen.

“Definitely, I crave you right now,”

I swallowed hard and began to type. “Me too.”

Clint did not text back for minutes, and it brought a frown to my face. Was he busy? This was the first time we had texted each other for this long. It felt nice, and I did not want it to end.

I sighed after staring at my empty screen for a couple more minutes. I set my phone down on the bedside table and decided to drown myself in a hot shower.

I took off my clothes and hopped into the shower. The feel of the hot water running down my skin relaxed my stiff muscles. I remained in the bathroom for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the water on my skin before stepping out.

With a towel tied around my chest and my hair dripping down my shoulders, I went to my closet. As soon as I slung it open, my phone beeped. I snapped my head to the bedside table and sprinted over to it.

Grabbing my phone, I gazed at the screen, and as I had predicted, it was a text from Clint.

“FT?” His text asked.

A smirk crossed my lips as I typed, “Sure.”

My phone buzzed instantly, and touching the answer icon, Clint appeared on my screen. Judging from the surroundings, I could tell that he sat in his study.

His phone was propped in a way that I could see his bare torso all the way to his h**s. My eyes trailed down to his groin, and I could not help but swallow.

“Oh? You just had a bath?” Clint’s voice echoed through the phone.

“Y-Yeah, I just got out,” I stuttered.

Why was I feeling jittery all of a sudden?

I watched Clint’s eyes trail my body through the phone, and I suddenly felt embarrassed standing in front of him with just a towel on.

“Um, give me a minute; I will throw on some clothes.”

“No, there is no need for that. If anything, I want to see you without that towel.”

My face flushed, and I could feel it grow hotter. I tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear and laughed nervously.

“Come on, Keira, take off the towel,” Clint cooed.

I blinked at him, my eyes growing wider. “You want me to do what now?”

“Take off that flimsy material covering your nice body. I want to see you, Keira. This is a command.”

I shuddered at his words and nodded like a submissive dog. I propped my phone on my pillow to give him a better view from where I stood. With Clint’s eyes fixed on me, I peeled off the towel from my body.

I felt bare as Clint’s eyes drank in my features. Clint had seen me naked many times, but now it felt different and more embarrassing. I used my arm to shield my breasts as I threw my eyes away from him.

“Keira, take your arm away.”

Like I was controlled mechanically, I did as he said and looked at him. He had a content smile, but there was one other noticeable feature, his groin was swollen. I swallowed hard and felt my inner thigh tingle with want and need for him.

“Just looking at you has turned me on so much, Keira,” Clint g*****d, moving his hands to his groin.

My desire was heightened as I watched Clint rub his swollen groin. His eyes met mine, and I flinched at his gaze.

“You can’t just stand there and watch, now can you? Why don’t you touch yourself for me? Hm?”

I was speechless for seconds. “What?”

“Touch yourself like you would want me to touch you, Keira,” Clint bellowed.

Like he had put me in a trance, I crawled onto the bed, closer to my phone. I sat down, my knees clasped together, my hands trailing up to my breasts.

I kneaded my breasts with both hands, flicking my pebbled nipples. Pleasure surged through me as I played with myself.

“Keira, look at me,” Clint commanded.

My eyes found him, and they went wide. Clint’s member was out of his pants, and his hands were stroking it softly.

“Come on, spread those legs for me.”

The sight of his throbbing d**k sparked a flame of desire inside me. The very thing I wanted inside of me was not here. I bit my lips and spread my legs. My damp thighs quivered as my fingers slid all the way down.

My spine tingled as I flicked my finger over my clit.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Clint g*****d as he stroked his hard d**k with his hands.

I slid two fingers into myself and began to match his pace,thrusting in and out of me, imagining it was Clint working me up. My m***s echoed through my room, and I was sure Clint could hear them.

“Daddy, I miss your c**k so much. I wish you were thrusting in and out of me right now,” I m****d.

“I want to be inside you too, Keira.”

We matched each other’s rhythm, his hands to mine and my breath to his. As I thrust in and out of myself, I felt the apex of my pleasure closing in.

“Daddy, I am about to cum,” I announced.

“Me too, baby. We’ll cum together.”

With a few more thrusts, I reeled over the edge, and my body rippled as my o****m washed over me. My fluid spilled out of me, staining the sheets.

Clint g*****d as he came, his seed spilling out of him. I fell to the bed, realization hitting me like a blow.

What had I just done?