Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 79

KEIRA’s POV

I gazed out of the window of Clint’s car, feeling a bit wistful. The car ride was slow, and none of us said a word to each other. The silence that hung above us, however, was not an uncomfortable one. It was quite soothing, and I did not mind that Clint had not said a word to me.

The car came to a stop in front of the traffic light, and my eyes drifted away from the windows and towards Clint. To my surprise, his gaze was on me too. He had a hint of mischief in his eyes, and the corner of his lips was curled up into a smirk.

“So,” he spoke up. “I am dropping you off at your father’s place?”

“Well, yes, that is where I am g-“

“Or,” he cut me short and slid his hands over my thighs. “You could come with me to my place,” he smiled.

A naughty smile played on my lips. Clint’s hand hovered up and down my thighs, enticing me and stirring me up.

“So? What do you say?” He asked while holding my gaze.

I leaned into his and brushed my lips against his ear as I whispered to him. “Well, let us head to your place then, shall we?”

Clint gazed at me, and it sent shivers down my spine. He wanted me the same way and with the same ferocity I wanted him. The hunger in his eyes whenever they stared at me was convincing enough.

He increased the speed of his car, and within a few minutes, we were in front of his gate. The gates slid open, and Clint drove in. As the car came to a rest, I took off my seatbelt and slid out of the car. I was about to walk into the house when I was pulled back strongly.

I let out a gasp and turned to Clint. His eyes were dark and full of primitive desire.

“I do not think I can wait till we get to the bedroom,” he gripped me by the waist and ran his hands down the curve of my spine.

“Me neither,” I breathed against his lips. In less than five seconds, faster than I could comprehend, Clint had already captured my mouth with his.

The k**s was rough and passionate, maybe even desperate, as I staggered back from the impact. I was held steady by his hand, which snaked around my waist, pressing us flush against each other.

This was exactly what I wanted. I wanted my senses to be overridden by this man hovering above me.

Our tongues curled and danced in heat. Knots tied in the pit of my stomach at the spicy taste of him as we somehow made our way into the house. Clint pushed the door shut with his feet behind us.

“Gosh, Keira. You drive me crazy.” He ripped open my shirt and sent the buttons, clattering noisily on the floor. But I did not mind. Who needed buttons anyway?

His calloused hands cupped my breasts, kneading and tugging at my nipples. My mind turned to mush, the familiar ache between my legs starting afresh.

“I like it rough,” I breathed out.

“Your wish is my command.”

Clint acted quickly, tugging down my jeans and ripping off my panties. Something I would have been mad about, considering they cost thirty dollars, but I was not. Nothing else mattered at this point, and I just wanted to feel him sliding in and out of my p***y, taking me in every position he knew and f*****g me until I cried from overstimulation.

My hands roamed to his belt, flipping them open and tugging his pants down to his ankles. Clint’s girth sprung erect, his boxers forming a tent above it.

Even if it was hidden beneath the material, I felt my p***y grow hotter from the sight, aching for him to ruin me.

I was slick with arousal before he had even hiked my legs up around his waist. Clint entered me thick and hard, and a m**n erupted in my throat from the intrusion. He was not gentle at all. He was fast and rough.

Just like I asked.

“Is this rough enough?” He pounded into me violently as if aiming to imprint his d**k in my p***y, claiming anything and everything.

“Oh, yes,” I murmured several times as his insensitive thrusts aroused me to the point of screaming. “Give it to me,” I urged, pressing closer, determined to ride every inch of his astoundingly hard c**k.

M***s squeaked from my mouth with the rhythmic thuds of my body slamming into him. My a*s cheeks felt hot, a result of his hands tightly gripping them to drive himself deeper into me.

My head was buried in his shoulder, fingernails running lines down the skin on his back, leaving red trail marks.

I was trembling with undiluted l**t, my p***y getting more sensitive with every thrust. And when Clint pulled out slowly before reentering me, it felt like I might explode from the slow building-up of pleasure.

I released a m**n with every plunge he made inside me. After several minutes of being slammed down on Clint’s c**k, I was beginning to feel my legs go numb. All I could feel was his c**k dragging in and out of me, ramming into me with the heavy momentum of his pelvis as he gripped my a*s.

My toe tingled, curling inward. “Clint…please…” I whined softly for him not to stop. Not when I was so close to releasing.

I was hanging on to him like my life depended on it, nails digging into his shoulders. Clint slowly rode out my o****m, thrusting his c**k through the tightening spasms that my p***y erupted with.

I felt his cum gush out of me. It ran down my inner thighs, a sharp contrast of white fluid of his release and mine against my skin.

Slowly, I got off him, gripping his arm to steady myself from falling. I had high expectations for this, and Clint did not disappoint me.

No s*x would ever amount to this.