Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 39

CLINT’s POV

I definitely was not thinking straight when I invited Keira to my house tonight. The words just flew out of my mouth and before I knew it, she was agreeing to drive three hours to see me. The girl surprised me in more ways than one. I never expected her to go that far, just to come see me, although I was not complaining.

As a matter of fact, I liked it.

I gathered up my paperworks scattered on the desk of my home office and shoved them somewhere, running a hand over my hair to keep them in place. I could not control my excitement. Keira was on her way to my place and I was going to f**k her. No more holding back this time.

I checked for my condoms and breathed a sigh of relief seeing I had not used them all. I had hooked up with a lot of people after my divorce, but none of them had that magnetic pull there was to Keira. She made me do things I did not think I would do, say things I should not. It was as if she was changing me, swaying me to her rhythm. No woman had ever controlled me like this, but she had a hold on me, one I could not explain.

A loud honking sound outside my gates as I pressed a button that slid the gate open. How had she gotten here that fast?

I crossed over to the living room, practically flying to it, waiting for the door to burst open and bless me with her presence. It did.

“I bought wine,” Keira announced the moment she stepped inside. She was clothed in a tight dress I was sure to rip off at the perfect time. “Let us get drunk.” A mischievous smirk was playing on her lips.

“I would rather we get drunk off each other.”

She dropped the bottle of wine on a table and smirked up at me. “I like that idea better.” She had already gotten to where I stood, toying with my shirt collar while the heat of her face rubbed against mine.

“Did you really just drive three hours to come here?”

“Yes. So make it worthwhile and k**s me,” she whispered as her nose touched mine.

Feeling my heart skip a bit, I closed my eyes and drove my mouth upon hers, allowing her tongue to slip past my lips and undo me with skillful expertise.

I drew in every breath she released, savoring the pleasure of her warm, fresh taste. All it took was one k**s to yield to our desires.

Her luscious lips and forceful tongue demanded desire as her soul breathed into mine. Never had I felt such overwhelming, devouring passion, electrical energy that jolted my body away from hers.

Keira’s eyes held mine captive like she felt the energy too. “Kissing you is getting too emotional for me,” she bit her l*p.

“Then let us get emotional. Let us get deeper. Let me taste you,” I urged. “Take my hand.”

She took my hand, gravitating back to me. Her fingers traced the strength in my shoulders, the firmness of my chest, and the details of every vein that created my arms. My hands grabbed her a*s, pressing her pelvis against my hardened groin, then I crushed my lips to hers for another heated k**s.

Here we were two people who hardly knew each other, and I felt as if we existed for more than just a hookup.

Breaking away from our passion coated k**s for the second time, she regained her composure, still flushed with excitement. Today, I would make sure to f*****g indent myself into her body until all her thoughts were focused on me and only me.

I moved to the exposed part of her neck, placing a k**s over that spot before biting it, feeling her jerk beneath me. Her breathing became laboured as I continued to suck and softly bite on her skin until it was successfully dark and reddish against her skin.

“I need you inside me, Clint,” Keira muttered, tugging at the waistband of my pants. “Please…”

“Those little sounds you make would be the death of me,” I admitted. “I am a little obsessed with you.”

“A little?”

“For now.” I could not keep this up any longer. I wanted more. I laid her gently on a sofa and began tugging at her dress. Keira helped me, lifting her h**s to make it easier before she collapsed into the sofa again. Her legs were hiked up and open with only her piece of underwear left on her body.

My gaze raked over her form that remained spread wide open for me. “So f*****g beautiful.”

Keira had no desire to simply lie back. I watched as her hands slid into her panties, touching herself while she squirmed and gasped, her eyes never leaving mine. F**k. This girl would certainly be my undoing.

“I always think of you when I touch myself,” she gasped out, her hands visibly going faster as she worked herself up. My thumbs rubbed her nipple over her laced bra and they stiffened in response.

“What else do you think of?” I breathed against her nipple, then went ahead to suckle on it through the lace.

Keira’s voice was strained and I hardly responded to it. I liked hearing her cry out. As I kept at that pace with my tongue on her nipples, she could do nothing more than take it, focusing on our ragged breathing and digging her nails into my skin.

My tongue traced down her body until it replaced her fingers on her clit, flicking, stroking, kneading. The m***s that escaped her lips triggered my pulse to race with ferocity.

“F**k, you are a pro,” Keira m****d. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes while I lapped the cream that flowed from her. Each time I felt her building closer to a climax, she toyed with my hair and pressed my face harder into her p***y.

“That is it. F**k me with your mouth,” she rasped. “Give me all of you.”

I stopped my movements and looked up at her, a quizzical, yet annoyed look on my face. She returned my stare with her eyebrows raised.

“Why did you stop?” Keira asked.

A question was swimming around in my head, and I was still contemplating on whether or not to say it out loud. I let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand into my hair.

“Clint?” She prodded.

“Have you had s*x with anyone recently?”

The question blurted from my mouth unintentionally, and when I saw the way the colour on her face drained, I began to regret why I had asked in the first place. With regret, followed by an unchained anger, I glared at Keira, but there was really no reason for me to get this mad at her.

Why was I feeling this way?

“Well? Did you sleep with anyone?” I inquired, my voice firmer than before.

I watched her eyes slip away from me, and towards the ground. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it right back. This infuriated me even more. It was so obvious she was avoiding the question. A part of me knew the answer to the question, but I needed to hear it from her.

“Keira, answer me,” I boomed.

Her throat bobbed and she looked back up at me. There was a hint of remorse in her eyes, and for some reason, it shattered my heart.

“I…why is this question important right now?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

It was clear that she was trying to divert from my question, but I was determined to stay on track. I had no idea why this question had decided to plague me now, but I wanted an answer to it, even though I had an idea of what the answer was.

“It is, now answer it,” I said, trying my best to control the anger from slipping out through my voice.

Keira’s lips quivered as she opened her mouth to speak.

“I- um, I….Um…”

Her stuttering told me all I needed to know. I scoffed and moved away from her instantly. All of my thoughts of ravishing her tonight had flushed down the drain, and I was only left with a feeling of sadness. I picked up her dress from the floor and blurted out the only words that came to mind.

“If you are still comfortable with sleeping around, then I can’t do this with you. You need to leave.” I tossed over her dress while she just stared at me like I had developed a second head. “We should not do this.”

“You have to be f*****g kidding me,” she growled out and slipped on her dress. “You should not have told me to come over if you were going to be a p***y about it.”

The last thing I remembered was Keira storming out of my house, and letting instant regret crash down on me.