Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 21

KEIRA’s POV

I could only stand and stare as he tore out a form from the papers on his desk, hurriedly filling it up despite me being a wailing mess. I knew what the forms were for. To sign me up for another therapist different from him. He was going to make me someone else’s problem.

“You told me I was going to get better,” I forced out and he looked up from the form he filled. “You promised to help me.”

“Promises are meant to be broken.”

Clint sounded like he had made up his mind and there was nothing I could do to change it. And then I had an idea.

“F**k it out of me instead,” I sniffed, walking closer to him. “That is the best way to go instead of abandoning me. F**k out of my s*x addiction.”

His eyes snapped shut. “Keira…”

“We just need to try it.” I whimpered, desperation filling my voice. I could not lose Clint.

When his eyes opened again, all trace of resistance was gone, replaced with lustful need. “You asked for it.”

He yanked me towards him, penetrated his hands through my pants and a gasp escaped my lips.

Clint was not holding back and it took everything in me not to scream from the excitement. The tip of his nose ran along the length of my neck, pausing just below my jawline, biting the sensitive skin on my neck and damn it to hell, his fingers on my pulsing clit only made me gush more.

“F**k, Keira,” Clint said lowly in my ear. “Already so wet for me, huh?”

“Yes daddy.” I could only m**n, I could not even stop the wetness which gushed from my p***y like a river. My panties were beyond destroyed and was currently the bringer of all frustration as it slid against my clit with each thrust he made with his finger.

My hands were trembling, the need to come almost bringing me to tears.

“Ah…daddy…” I whimpered as he continued his torturous onslaught. “I need you to release me. Please… I want you to f**k me. Daddy, please.”

“You like this, don’t you?”

I nodded, not knowing whether I wanted to be fingered to completion or to rid myself of the only fabrics that separated us.

But f**k it. I had to come one way or the other. “I do…oh yes, I love the way you touch me.”

Strings of curse words escaped my mouth as his fingers slipped into me again, adding another tapered finger in without so much of a minute’s resistance. I barely had time to move before his skilled fingers proceeded its assault on my clit.

“F**k yes. Just like that, daddyyyy.”

He had found my G-spot almost immediately. His fingers curled against it with enough pressure to make my body jerk against his hand. “More,” I managed to wrangle out, widening my legs with my hands gripping on his arm too tightly my knuckles turned pale from the pressure.

“My god, Keira. You know how to drive a man insane.”

My insides were exploding with pleasure. I rolled my head back, mouth slightly open releasing nothing but breathless gasps, eyes clenched shut, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I want to cum…”

“No, not yet.” He spanked my a*s so hard I knew it would leave red marks.

Clint leaned forward, running his tongue along my neck, tainting his sins on me. “Who is your daddy?”

“God, yes…You, daddy.”

“Now, cum for daddy.”

My o****m was swift and explosive, it slammed through my body, my eyes wide and my vision going blank for a second. I could have sworn I saw a thousand stars, my body had gone to a whole other cloud nine.

“Yes…hmmm…yesssss.” My silent scream was followed by Clint as he kissed me deep and hard, his tongue replaceing mine as he let me slowly ride out my o****m on his palm. H**s jerking slightly as his sleek fingers moved slowly against my damp sensitive p***y.

“I like that look on your face,” he rasped out.

“What look?”

“The one you make when I watch you cum.”

Wide eyed, I stared at Clint as he raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking on the middle finger specifically, the one that had been inside me just now.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat at how hot it looked, how he savored my taste on his lips like wine he could get drunk on. “Our session was over five minutes ago. You need to leave now or my receptionist at the front is going to get suspicious.”

“Then let her. I want more of you.”

I had never wanted any of my past hookups this much. Clint started to undress. I watched with greedy eyes as he wrenched his belt off. Next to go were his pants. His c**k dangled out as soon as his pants were out of the way. It was angry red, and the vein underneath his c**k was bulging.

His tip leaked with precum, and I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to taste him.

Having seen the look on my face, Clint chuckled. “Not this time, gorgeous. Go to the couch and get on your hands and knees,” he ordered me. The low gruffness of his voice stirred arousal inside me.

I obeyed him. Clint moved up on the couch, placing himself behind me. I let out a sigh as he fully shoved my pants down and whacked my a*s before massaging my cheeks. He spread them enough to see my a*****e and p***y clearly.

I felt the thick head of his d**k prod my a*s, stretching me to the point of tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I closed my eyes and savoured him.

“Damn, you feel so good inside of me daddy.”

One of Clint’s hands stroked my back soothingly. My a*s burned as he stretched me. He took it slow with a couple of inches first, before giving me more.

“I will f**k your a*s until you can sit no more. Do you understand, Keira?”

I m****d at him as he grabbed my a*s roughly, letting him know without words that I wanted more of this. Clint grunted as he gripped my cheeks tightly and started to f**k me with fierceness.

“Ah…f**k yeah.”

I could feel his eyes on my a*s, watching me take his c**k in my hole. “Keira, your a*s feels amazing.” He cursed as he watched, his d**k twitching inside me.

Thwack thwack thwack. Skin hitting skin filled his office, soft m***s and grunting too.

His pelvis slammed into my a*s, pushing my body forward with his forceful movements. And just as I was about to hit the climax, Clint reached around my throat with his hand and pressed down on the side of my neck, choking me.

“Yes daddy. I…Amma cummmm.” A hoarse cry left my mouth as I exploded. My a*s pulsed around his c**k, and Clint let himself go alongside me.

“Damn, Keira. You are such a good girl.”

I smiled at the compliment, my heart swelling.

Clint reached into his shirt’s pocket and provided a paper. He handed it over to me and I gaped at the sheet. It was a house address.

“I have been meaning to give that to you. You should come over sometime.”