Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 40

KEIRA’S POV

My eyes were on the road, and my hands firmly wrapped around the steering wheel, but my mind was in a distant place. The meeting I had with Clint a few minutes ago was all that plagued my mind. As soon as I slammed his front door, pain, embarrassment and sadness washed over me like a waterfall.

How could he do this to me?

I bit my inner l*p as I slowly increased the pressure on the speed pedal. The moment I had gotten a call from Clint, I was overjoyed and my heart thumped with excitement. I never imagined that he would give me a call, inviting me over to his house. My whole body had been brimming with extreme excitement.

I had quickly rushed into a store to get a new set of lingerie and a bottle of wine. I wanted to look my best for him.

Although the drive was hours long, it felt longer. I was eager to see Clint, eager to feel his hands on me. My whole body brimmed with excitement throughout the drive. Once I parked my car in front of Clint’s house, I practically flew out of my car, and all the way to the front door.

I placed my finger on the button, and heard a short tune play. Questions began to pillage in my mind. Would he also be excited to see me? Was I the only one feeling this way? I shook my head and decided not to let these pessimistic thoughts ruin the perfect night I had envisioned.

His footsteps resounded through the floorboard, and as they got closer, my heart raced faster. The door swung open, and the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on, stood before me. He had this knowing smirk on his lips and that highlighted his good looks.

“I brought wine,” I said as I waved the bottle in the air.

Clint’s smirk widened, but his eyes did not once trail to the bottle of wine. His eyes remained fixed on me, and I was loving the attention. I watched his eyes skim my body from head to toe, and I noticed how he exhaled softly.

The man looked ready to gobble me up, but I was way more hungry than he was. I dropped the bottle of wine on a nearby table and moved closer to him until we were inches apart. My fingers trailed down his neck and towards the collar of his shirt.

His words enticed me, teasing me and probing at my instincts, my l**t. I craved for him, and I was going to get what I desired. His heated gaze scaled my face and landed on my lips. He read my thoughts and crashed his lips on mine.

His long liquid k**s rushed l**t through me. It felt electrifying. Clint jerked away from me, and I held his gaze. His eyes were firm, dark and full of desire. They had this narcotic pull to it, and it drew me in. His k****s were turning my brain into mush, but I loved the feeling and wanted to indulge in it even further.

I was more than eager to touch him, and so I did. My hands trailed his body through the fabric of his clothing. I could feel his tight abs, and the sturdy muscles of his shoulders. God, this man’s body was driving me insane.

A soft, quiet gasp escaped my lips the moment Clint grabbed my a*s, and pressed my h**s against his. His free hand slid up my back and all the way to the back of my neck. He held me firmly, and so possessively, it drove me wild.

Our lips met again, and I could tell just how passionate he was in kissing me. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Clint pressed his body against mine, and I felt myself drowning in the feel of his strong body pressed against mine.

I was going insane and my mind was clouding with one thing. Clint.

I wanted to feel his length inside me so bad, I could feel my centre twitch at the thought. Clint trailed his lips down the slender column of my neck, and he nibbled on it, sucking on it like he wanted to leave an everlasting mark, a mark to show that I belonged to him.

I quivered underneath him, and craned my neck to the side, to grant him more access. At this point I was filled with l**t, l**t Clint. I began to spew mews, begging him to take me. Clint obliged, and laid me down on the sofa gently.

He eagerly took off my clothes and his eyes trailed every exposed skin on my body. His gaze made me shudder and I bit my lips the moment I saw his hard on, bulging through the fabric of his jeans.

I could not hold back anymore. My hands eagerly slid down into my pants and they got to work immediately. I squirmed and shuddered as I pleased myself in front of him. Clint kept his hungry gaze on me and that ignited my l**t further. He had no plans to stay still and watch me however.

His hand crawled up my body, until they reached my bosom. He flicked a finger over my nipple, and I quivered in response to his touch. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, and pleasured my pebbled nipple.

Pleasure shot up my spine and m***s fell off my lips. His tongue trailed down my body, all the way to my clit. I quickly took my fingers away, to give him better access to my pleasure spot. He flicked his tongue over my erect clit and I arched my back in response.

Ecstasy was running through me and I cried out as it overcame me intensely. I knew Clint was experienced, but this was way beyond my expectations. He was making me lose my mind. Clint was taking control, dominating my body, and my mind, and I loved the feeling.

I threw my head back, and my eyes slid shut. I could not control the feeling, and I was reaching the apex. As I was close to the climax, Clint stopped, causing me to open my eyes. The words he spoke soon after made my heart drop.

After being so bold to call me out to his house, he was going to chicken out at the last minute? I hated how he stirred me up, and then left me, just like that. It was infuriating. I did not bother to give him as much as a glance as I stormed out of his house.

The loud honking of a car drew me back from my thoughts and my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. A car was driving right in front of me, and I was in full speed. My legs immediately hit the brakes, and I slowed down in front of a traffic light stop, just before I could crash into the car.

The man, who was seated at the driver’s seat, rolled his window down and popped his head out of the window. He hollered curses at me, but I paid no heed to it. My heart was thumping loudly against my chest and my hands quivered on the steering wheel.

I was so lost in my thoughts, that I had forgotten myself completely. I grimaced and planted my head on the steering. My therapist Clint Homer was driving me crazy, crazy enough to almost get myself into an accident. I did not understand why I was drawn to this man like this? Was it just l**t? I mean, he had the body of a Roman god, but it was nothing I had never seen before.

So why was he on my mind all day? Instant regret washed over me. I regretted storming out of his place. We could have talked. I could have probed him as to why he was too scared to sleep with me. I wanted it, and no doubt he wanted it too, so what exactly was the problem? What was he so scared of?

I went grim and let out a shaky sigh. The traffic light turned green, and I was on the move again. I glanced at my phone, contemplating on whether or not calling him right now would be the best option. After a few minutes of pondering, I discarded the idea. Calling him did not seem like the best option right now. What we needed was to see in person and talk.

And we needed to talk as soon as possible.