Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 3

Keira’s POV

He was not done with me? What did that mean? I did not think he was going to f**k me in this tiny toilet, but honestly, I was up for anything he had to offer.

Totally anything.

“Turn around for me and bend over,” Clint demanded.

I climbed down the tank and ambled over to the sink to do as he had instructed. The anticipation of what he was about to do sent a faint blush up my cheek. I was so hot and ready for this man.

My cunt was open and on display, letting him see my liquid wetness running down my inner thighs. He brushed my swollen clit gently, teasingly, and I shuddered from the small touch.

“I need you. I need your d**k inside me.”

I heard his zipper coming off and he slapped my breasts. The both of them jiggling slighkty at the force and a paint hue of pink coated them.

“You would take whatever I give to you. Understood?”

I nodded quickly, too turned on to even speak. He grabbed his d**k and positioned it at my entrance, sliding his length up and down my wetness and teasing me wantonly until my legs felt weak from the torture.

“How bad do you want it?” He asked.

“Clint please.” I begged.

He gripped my hair and pulled my head up until I was resting on his shoulders, my torso perfectly arched.

“It’s daddy to you. Understood?” He growled in my ear, two fingers on my clit. And i could have had an o****m right there just from the dominating look in his eyes and that command alone.

“Yes, daddy,” I breathed. “Please…please f**k me daddy.”

His first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bandage and I screamed at the sudden fullness. “Ahhhh…oh my god.”

“Take it like a good girl.” He grunted as he started to move inside me. His grip on my hair had not lessened and his assault on my sensitive bud had not relented, as he f****d me too hard.

“Your p***y is so tight and wet for me….Such a good girl.” He bit down my neck.

I tried to stay silent as he f****d me, yet g****s escaped me at the feeling of his c**k inside me.

“Please, D…daddy.” My whimper ended in a m**n. I could not yet decide if I hated his rough thrusts and how he took me or if I enjoyed it.

“What is it?” he asked, not once stopping his harsh thrusts. My whole body rocked forward every time he slammed inside me.

“Please slow down.”

Slapping my a*s with both hands, he kept me in place as he pumped into me with great speed. “You do not get to decide that.”

The damp air was thick with sweat and my arousal and I held onto the sink, my insides about to burst from the heightening sensations.

Clint found my clit and pinched it hard. I yelled out the fresh pain, and my body tensed for a second.

“You are not allowed to cum.”

“B…but I need to,” I whimpered breathlessly, feeling lightheaded as he slammed into me from behind.

He smacked my a*s. “What you need to do is to follow my orders.” Then he leaned over and whispered in my ears. “Show me you can be a good girl.”

Clint wrecked my p***y as he continued to slam inside. He pulled out when he neared his o****m, spilling his s***m all over my a*s cheeks until the last drop.

He finally released my a*s and dragged up his pants. Our laboured breathing filled the store while I basked in the euphoria of the just concluded activity

“As long as I would like to stay here with you all night, we have to go now. The games would have ended by now.” Clint threw me off my thoughts.

Oh shit. I instantly remembered we were at the golf course. I had totally forgotten.

“Right.” I responded, none of us making an effort to move as we just gazed at each other. Do I k**s him? To engage him in another mind blowing session. This time with me doing the giving. My eyes glanced at his shorts and saw the bulge still prominent.

When I wanted to make a move on him, Clint stood and adjusted his shorts. He smirked down at me, like he had known what I was about to do and had succeeded in foiling my plans. I gave him an innocent smile.

“You should get yourself cleaned and dressed now. See you around, Kiera.” He said as he unlocked the door and walked out, ensuring to shut it behind him.

I stared after him, and after a beat, I slipped on my clothes. My ponytail had loosened and I had forgotten to bring my purse along with me when I rushed into the bathroom. It would have helped with an extra hair band and makeup to retouch my look.

Welp! I had to improvise.

I washed my face clean of my smeared make up and raked my fingers through my auburn mid length waves. Nodding at my reflection in the mirror, I strutted out the restroom.

True to his words, the game had ended. Papa was not around the field or lobby, and neither was Clint. I found my way to the garage and located my father’s car. He sat in the driver’s seat, worry etched on his face.

“Is everything alright, Kiera?” He asked as soon as I slipped into the car.

I kissed his cheek. “Yes, Papa. I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I had the runnings. Did you see my purse?”

I asked, switching the topic.

“Yea. Back seat,” he replied as he turned on the ignition. “Would you like us to stop at the med store? Pick something for your runnings?” He asked.

“No, Papa.” I leaned on the window, looking at the dark sky. “I only need a good night’s sleep.” I added, my mind running with thoughts of Clint Homer and how to see him again.