Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 66

Keira’s POV

The drive back home was serene. The silence that blanketed the car was a comfortable one and I was not shy to bask in the wonderful feeling. The events of that evening came rushing back, filling me with warmth.

I glanced at Clint’s palm on my laps and then rested my eyes on his face. He seemed so at peace, strumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel as he bobbed his head to the soft pop streaming through the speakers. I had never been happier.

Clint turned away from the road to smile at me. I beamed back, grinning all the more when a naughty thought fleeted across my mind. I smirked at Clint who was switching his attention from me to the road and back to me. He gave me a questioning stare.

“Are you good, Keira?”

This was not safe, what I was about to do. But the thought of trying something that dangerously thrilled me, it caused my b***d to sing.

I slid the passenger seat back as far as it went and then reclined the seat as low as possible. Then I spread my legs, one planted on the window.

Clint gulped, both disbelief and admiration shining in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

I only winked at him and shut my eyes.

Popping two fingers in and out of my mouth, I slid them to my sweet spot and began rubbing tentatively. My breath hitched in my throat at the contact and my skin hummed at the feel of Clint’s eye contact.

“Uh Uh…that feels good.” I breathed out.

I felt the car swerve and soon it came to a halt. That did not stop me from f*****g myself. It did not stop the tightening in my lower abdomen.

“Yessssssssss.” I screamed out my o****m.

Before I could lick my fingers though, Clint had grabbed the hand and sucked them clean. “F**k you taste so good.” He m****d.

As soon as he was done, he instructed me to kneel on the seat and face backwards and I obeyed. Clint wasted no time in lifting the flowing skirt up to expose my gorgeous a*s.

He placed his hands on each cheek and moved his face forward, his tongue out to touch my bare slit. He lapped up the flavour as I got even more wetter.

“Ah yes, Daddy,” I sucked in my breath and wiggled my crotch.

Clint hollowed his tongue firmly and started to poke at my hole, bringing his thumb up to take over my clit.

“Fuckk just like that. Please don’t stop.” I begged

He dragged his thumb and rubbed around my p***y, then lapped generously at the flaps of my labia and also gently pinch my clit. “Yes yes yes yes yes.” I wiggled my a*s in his face.

Clint moved his tongue around inside me, trying to drill his tongue deeper while still trying to catch his breath. F**k.

I nearly wailed in delight as his thumb resumed its work, rubbing on and around my clit. His tongue soon began a trail, pushing in my snatch then lapping up, making a point with the tip. Then he teased my a*****e with the cutest of touches and then back down to my clit to start the pattern again.

“God, you taste so good.”

The more he licked and lapped and poked at my holes with his tongue, and caressed me with his fingers and thumbs, the more my body moved; sometimes it was just a gentle wiggle to the side and sometimes it was a sudden spasm that arched my back high or low.

I rode his tongue and fingers faster and he f****d me harder. I had already given up trying to control my breathing and now gasped raggedly.

Clint used his thumb on my clit for the last time and i yelped, nearly crying. I collapsed unto the seat as my p***y spasmed. He let go of my clit and slid his fingers out with a pop. They were so wet and sticky.

I had not yet recovered from my o****m when Clint’s rock hard c**k pushed into my wet p***y. I was not sure when he had taken his pants off. To my delight it slipped in with ease and he pushed in to the hilt.

“F**k!” He g*****d when my p***y tightened around him.

He leaned forward and breathed into my ear, “Your wet p***y makes me f*****g horny and hard.”

“Yes daddy. Yes please.” I m****d.

In one swift movement, I turned around and slid underneath Clint’s huge body. He banged his head as he rose to accommodate me underneath him, a sudden reminder that we were in fact in the car.

When I was comfortable, he leaned forward and took my c**k in his hand and wanked on it as he brought it to my mouth. I did not have to say a word, I knew what he wanted.

I opened my mouth and put my tongue out. Taking the tip, he placed it on my tongue and then tilted his h**s downwards into her mouth. I grabbed him on his a*s cheeks, encouraging him to go deeper and he obliged, feeling his c**k reach all the way to the back of my hot mouth.

“F*****g hell, baby girl. Your mouth feels so warm.” He growled, buckling into my mouth.

He f****d my mouth gently, making me gag a couple of times. I gently slapped his a*s cheeks and let my hand wander down and between his cheeks. My fingers explored and found his hole, I could feel how wet it was.

“God, yes. F**k me.” He m****d as I f****d his a*****e while he f****d my a*****e.

I had wanted to ask if he liked it, just like he usually asked me. But my mouth was busy, receiving his harsh thrustings, gagging around him.

I felt like I was in heaven.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum. Shit.” He impaled himself inside my mouth and stilled, pouring all of him in my mouth. And like the good little slut I was, I swallowed every drop of his cum.

I did not want this to ever end. This exclusivity with me and Clint.