Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 125

KEIRA’s POV

My heart felt like it would leap out of my chest the moment I locked eyes with Clint. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, which was also accompanied by a deep hunger and desire for me.

I smirked and rubbed my toes against his groin through the thin fabric of his briefs, which was the only piece of clothing he had on. Clint was a sight to see. I could see how the muscles in his arms flexed and his jaw clenched from my touch. It sent a shiver down my spine.

“You are playing a very tough game, Keira,” Clint chuckled as he lowered his head towards mine.

He grabbed the back of my neck possessively and brushed his lips against mine. “You are being naughty. I assume you need some punishment to put you in check.”

“Yes, Daddy, I have been naughty,” I whispered against his lips.

Clint moved away from me and propped himself by the kitchen counter. “Come here,” he commanded.

I rose up from my seat and sauntered over to him. Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist, placing me down on the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing.

“Spread your legs,”

His voice was dripping with dominance, and his cold, hard eyes sparked something within me. A hunger. I wanted him inside of me already. I propped my hands on the counter, spreading my legs as wide as I could.

“Do you like what you see, Daddy?” I grinned.

A smirk curled up his lips as he grabbed my thighs, raising them high enough until my entrance was in his view. “We will see,” he grinned.

I watched him expectantly as his tongue flicked over my clit. My legs quivered as shock waves of pleasure washed over me. He ran a finger through my silken curls and pushed them inside of me.

I arched my back as I was overrun with excitement. M***s escaped my lips, and I was unable to control myself. Clint’s agile fingers got to work immediately. He thrust into me harshly, his speed causing me to quiver.

“I am about to come,” I m****d.

Clint quickly withdrew his fingers from me and rose up, hovering over me. I gazed at him, biting my lips, my eyes begging.

“Why did you stop?”

“That is your punishment. You are not allowed to come until you please me,” Clint grinned as he moved away from me.

I knew what he wanted and walked over to him, getting on my knees immediately. I ran my hand through his swollen crotch and looked up at him.

He nodded, giving me the approval. I revealed his semi-hard length and circled my hands around it. I pumped him with my hands and felt as he grew harder. My p***y twitched as I ran my hands along his manhood.

“I want this inside of me already,” I m****d and looked up at him.

“Then please me,” He commanded as he ran a hand over my cheeks.

I nodded, and he smirked. “Good girl,”

I devoured his c**k, taking him all the way to the base. I began to move with a steady slow rhythm. Clint g*****d, and I felt his hand run through my hair all the way to the back of my head.

“Yes, just like that,” He grinned and looked down at me.

My damp thighs quivered as I pleased him, taking him in and out of my mouth. Clint’s m***s reverberated against the walls of the kitchen, and that was all the proof I needed to know that I was doing a good job.

Clint grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved my head back and forth aggressively. My m***s, muffled by his c**k resonated through the air. With one last loud g***n, Clint came, spilling his seed in my mouth.

His hot discharge filled my mouth and spilled out as he withdrew my head away from him.

“Swallow.”

I gulped down his s***m, and he nodded in approval.

“You are doing a good job,” he smirked and brushed his hands against my cheeks.

I rose up from the floor, my body surging to his. “Are you going to give it to me now, Daddy?” I asked, my hands already stroking his still vibrant groin.

“Of course,” he replied, engulfing my lips in a hot k**s.

His liquid k**s sparked l**t through me, causing my whole body to shiver. Clint pushed me against the counter, turning and bending me over until my back was facing him.

I felt his shaft brush against my entrance, and I quivered with anticipation. Without warning, Clint slammed into me roughly. My legs trembled as he withdrew from me, slamming home again.

His primitive desire showed as he thrust into me relentlessly.

“You like rough, don’t you, Keira?”

“Yes, Daddy, f**k me harder,” I m****d as my brain could not focus on anything else aside from the pleasure he gave me.

His hands grabbed my waist, and he slammed into me with a faster and more steady rhythm. I was dazed and mellow. The only thing I could do was whimper.

Clint’s hand found my neck, and he pulled me into a k**s, his h**s steady at work, slamming against my bum. I was focused on the sensation of swimming in a sea of ecstasy.

Molten waves of pleasure crashed on me all at once, and I found myself at the height of my pleasure. I let out a loud scream as I convulsed with my o****m. At the same time, I could feel Clint tremble. He withdrew his member and poured his seed all over my back.

As I felt his hot seed all over my back, I could feel myself losing energy and drifting into a deep sleep. The last thing I remembered was Clint holding unto me as I stumbled into his arms.

°°°°

My eyes cracked open, and I was greeted by a familiar ceiling. I was in Clint’s room, and from the darkness in the sky, I could tell that it was nighttime.

I g*****d and moved my body, wincing at how sore my muscles felt. I heard a g***n and turned to my side. Clint was fast asleep, his hands wrapped around me tightly. He looked so peaceful like he had no worries in the world. I did not mind staring at his sleeping face all night.

I smiled and ran a hand through his hair. I was very glad that we were not taking a break anymore. I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body. My phone beeped beside me, drawing my attention before I could fall asleep again.

Reluctantly, I picked it up and gazed at the text message that had popped up. My heart sank as I read the message.

It was from Calvin.