Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 19

KEIRA’S POV

Clint and I agreed on a suitable time he would come pick me up for our night out. He had texted he was close five minutes ago and I was expecting to hear a honk outside anytime soon.

I was dressed in my usual outfit- skinny jeans and a pretty black blouse. Though it would have been fun to go all out with pretty dresses and more makeup, it was also relaxing to do something a little more down low. I had paired my outfit with stylish black, heeled boots.

I heard the long awaited car honk outside and snatched my purse, giving myself one last look in the mirror before stepping out.

Clint leaned on his car with his arms crossed, his gaze so intensely focused on me, it made me blush.

“You look amazing,” he said as he assessed me. He was not doing anything- he had not even touched me and still, I felt like he touched me everywhere. And I wanted him to.

“I look amazing every other day,” I countered with a smug smile.

“I know. I just needed to remind you.”

Swallowing heavily, I dared myself to take a step closer. One small step and my body met his. On reflex his hands moved to my h**s, clasping them.

He took a sharp inhale, but he did not move away, and he did not push me away either.

“What do you have planned for us tonight?” I asked.

“You will see.”

I almost whimpered as he took a step away, suddenly feeling cold without his heat to keep me warm. I hesitated as I slid into the passenger’s side which Clint opened for me. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I knew it was going to be a fun night that hopefully ended with our clothes off each other.

We arrived at a cozy bar, more suited for conversation than grinding on someone’s d**k on the dance floor. It was places like this I preferred, not some too-loud-music dancing club.

“S*x on the beach for you?” It took me a while to realize he was talking about the drink and not that day with my yoga instructor.

“Yes, yes. S*x on the beach sounds good.”

After getting our drinks, we sat in comfortable silence, looking around the bar. It was cozy in a run-down sort of way. Truth be told, I kind of liked it like that.

“Sooo… Do you come here often?” I stared at him over the rim of my glass, taking a sip from the cocktail.

“Not often, but I am familiar with the place,” Clint replied. “You can replace me here sometimes when I am not doing work.”

I had the urge to ask if he always came alone or with ladies. I did not want the bartender to think I was one of his collections of women. The guy already gave me enough weird glances tonight.

“Do you like your job?”

Clint chuckled at my question. “What is not to like about discussing s*x? It is a fascinating topic, and an even more fascinating act.”

I was glad he shared the same opinion with me. I found s*x intriguing in a lot of ways. “I love the thrill of it. It makes me feel alive in some sort of way. Do you get what I mean?”

Clint’s jaw clenched like he was keeping himself from saying something. His reaction made me think my question meant something more than I was aware of.

Finally, he broke the silence after emptying his glass of cocktail down his throat. “Where is the wildest place you have done it?”

I blinked at his question. “I have a list, but the top of the Eiffel tower has to be number one.” One of his brows shot up in amusement. “Don’t ask.”

“I do not intend to.” Then he shifted closer, his hot breath fanning my ears. “Why don’t we add the backseat of my car to your list?”

I did not have time to process what Clint said before he whisked me away, holding my wrists tight in his grip and leading me outside.

It was when we slid into the backseat of his car that everything became a reality. We were going to have s*x.

“I am going to make you scream in the best kind of way,” he said when I straddled him.

“I look forward to it.”

Clint moved his hand to my back to unhook my bra after I tugged the blouse over my head. He threw the bra onto the floor, not caring where it landed, his eyes entirely focused on my breasts. They felt heavy under his gaze and neediness.

I gasped as he leaned forward and trapped a nipple between his lips. He sucked and nibbled on it before switching his attention to the other.

“F**k.” I hissed.

My pants were off in an instant and he pressed a palm against my pantie covered p***y. He stroked me with just the right amount of pressure that left me wanting more.

“Tell me, Keira, who is touching your p***y?” he whispered harshly.

“Ahhh…you, daddy. Touch me more, daddy. Oooh.”

Clint grabbed the material and ripped it from my body. The sting of it made me breathe even harder. Two seconds later, two of his fingers sunk deep inside me. “And would you let me own it?”

“Yes, daddy.” I m****d, lost in the glorious feeling inside me.

As he withdrew his fingers to situate himself between my legs, my knees widened to welcome him. He used my wetness to lubricate himself and then positioned his d**k against my opening.

My eyes closed automatically, waiting for the fullness to come.

“Look at me,” he ordered. My eyes snapped open and met his. As soon as I did, he pushed inside, forcing me to take his entire length in one thrust.

“Oh my f*****g god.” I screamed in ecstasy.

He withdrew slowly and slammed back inside. “If I could, I would never stop f*****g you.”

“Yes please. Do not stop, daddy. F**k me harder. Aaaaahh!”

His k**s was as intense as the thrusts he was giving me that I almost lost my breath. “Please, f**k me harder,” I cried out, screaming as he fastened his pace with a speed that made my brain mushy.

“Shit!” On a g***n, he slammed himself inside me one last time and held himself still as his cum spilled. The feeling of it prolonged my own climax.

“Hmmm…yes,” I sighed.

I might have been able to put our first two s****l encounters behind us like he wanted. But this one in particular meant there was no turning back.