Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 32

KEIRA’s POV

It was two days to Clint’s return and I had been able to be a good girl. I knew it was the right choice for me, to leave and never look back, but I had never felt this way in my entire f*****g life. I was literally going insane.

I had come a long way since Clint left, but at this point, I was willing to throw all care to the wind. My mind whirled with several thoughts as I jogged the winding path to my apartment that evening.

I barely made it into my apartment, barely had anytime to let the frustration in my chest mellow, when there was a knock on the door. I was not in the mood for visitors or even talking to anybody at all. But that did not stop me from flinging the door open with a g***n.

Jeremy, a former f**k buddy of mine stood few feet away from me on my corridor. I had cut him off the moment Clint talked about controlling my s****l impulses. Now, Clint had f****d me over and I was ready to sprint back to my old ways without a care in the world.

Perfect timing.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, putting down the hood over his head and leaning closer. “It has been a while. Are you good?”

“Never been better.” I licked my dry lips and dragged him in by his collar, pushing my mouth hard against his. I thrusted my tongue, penetrating his minty, moist mouth.

“Take your jeans off,” I commanded Jeremy. “I want to taste you.”

“You undress first. I want to see your tits, then suck on them,” he murmured.

“Alright then,” I kicked off my running shoes and slowly slipped off my leggings and tank top, throwing him a coy smile.

“You have no idea how much I have missed you,” he confessed. Jeremy unclasped my bra with one smooth move, tossing it to the floor.

“I always loved teasing you,” I gushed, toying with his hair.

“Yeah, you did. Now, would you like my d**k in one of your holes?” he whispered into my ear, caressing my right tit with his hand and the other on my left a*s cheek.

My p***y throbbed at the thought, causing my stomach to turn to knots as I took in the man before me. Jeremy was the epitome of sexy; a nice body that dripped confidence and pure, raw s*x.

“Hmmm…” I g*****d when he smacked my a*s.

His brown eyes searched me like a piece of prey he was ready to pounce on. His breathing faltered overlooking my tits he was just teasing moments earlier. Once composed, he quickly shoved his jeans to the ground, leaving his throbbing e******n in plain view.

I could not stop myself from staring at the muscular V that followed down to his thick c**k. I had forgotten how massive it was. My p***y wettened at the sight, wishing he would just hurry up and take me.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” Jeremy whispered, easing forward with tediously slow steps. “You seem a little frustrated.”

“I am.” I murmured. That was what going without s*x for two weeks did to me. I wanted to devour him whole.

“Did you miss my c**k inside you that much?”

His teasing was driving me wild. “Very much.”

My glance ventured from his hungry eyes down to his erect c**k and back again, ready to take what he would give to me. Jeremy finally took a step closer, instantly pushing his body against mine into the cold wall.

He smirked, leaning down and kissing my skin before slapping a hand to my a*s cheek again. “Aaah!” The burning sensation spread as I bit my l*p to hold back the explosive yelps and m***s waiting to be released.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

He hummed against me seductively. “I am going to make you cum so hard I will have to carry you back to bed just to f**k you again and again.”

By now his lips were next to my ear, forcing me to listen to his heavy breathing. “You want that, don’t you? You want me to f**k you until you can’t walk anymore?”

“God, yes,” I breathlessly answered, feeling the tip of him play at my entrance, teasing my wetness in little circles. “Please, just f**k me.”

“Say that again. I love hearing you beg for me.”

I closed my eyes tight and whispered my pleas and demands, telling him to just take me rough right now. My body was unable to withstand much more.

Then he finally filled me. He pushed his c**k deep into my p***y, filling me to the brim with his thick shaft. A hand held my mouth, creating a wall to hide the obscenities that were spurring out from the intense pressure on my core.

“You like that?” He slammed into me. “Take that c**k like the motherfucker you are.”

My eyes rolled to the back and my m***s got stock in my throat. He pressed into me over and over, covering his c**k in my wetness with each deep thrust.

“Yes, Clint. Oh my God,” I m****d out through my tightly covered mouth.

His hands grasped the front of my throat and he pulled me to a stand with his chest pressed against my back as I watched us f**k in the mirror in front of us.

“Is that the new guy you are f*****g?” Jeremy g*****d.

“What?” I breathed out.

“You just called me Clint.”

F**k. Did I?

His brows furrowed with every thrust as he held my neck tighter. “Tell me, would your Clint be able to make your body sing the way I do?” he asked harshly in my ear.

I looked closer into the mirror to see Clint’s face suddenly replaced with his, hand on my nipples, rolling, pinching the sensitive spot until I was a wiggling mess of m***s in his grip.

No, no, no. I should not be imagining him f*****g me instead.

“Cum for me, Keira. Cum all over my c**k,” Clint’s honey smooth voice grunted as he beat me with each thrust of his h**s.

“F**k, Clint,” I m****d out, digging my nails into his muscular arms.

I never wanted the moment to end. Watching him f**k me with such ease and determination. Then he slipped out of me all of a sudden. I blinked repeatedly at the mirror as Jeremy’s face frowned back at me.

“I am out of here.” He picked up his jeans and shirt, throwing them over his body. “Go f**k Clint instead.”

As I watched him slam the door on my face, I realized I had been totally wrecked by my therapist.

F**k.

I had not had the time to recover from the shock when my cell phone rang. I picked it out from the pile of clothes laying on the floor. My heart race quickened when I saw who was on the caller ID.

“H…hey?” I gulped when I placed the phone to my ear.

“Keira. How have you been?” Clint’s voice seeped through the speaker.

I placed my hand on my forehead and peered at my naked body in the mirror. “I have been…just fine.”

“Are you sure? You sound flustered.” Came his concerned voice.

I sighed. Did nothing get past him?

“Definitely.” I cleared my throat. “I am fine.”

I could tell he was smiling. “Good. I hope you have been a good girl too.”

I bit on my nails as my pulse accelerated. Did I need to lie? I wondered.

But just as I was about to give an answer, he added. “Because daddy would be home tomorrow.”