Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 80

KEIRA’s POV

Clint laid on top of me on his bed, penetrating the sleek wetness of my p***y with his fingers. “It wants you,” I whispered into his ear.

He chuckled, removing his fingers, only to place them on my waist and skate them along my curves. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“Hardly. You are like a drug,” I smiled blissfully up at him.

Clint pushed himself up and rubbed his shaft against my p***y, already painfully hard. My p***y was glistening and swollen for him, ready for him to stretch and take possession of it.

His finger circled my opening before plunging deep inside. I gasped and jerked as his finger circled against my G-spot.

“You like that?” he murmured, starting slowly, building up the core. My m***s filled the room, and I was grinding back on his hand, rubbing my p***y juices on his finger.

There was something about him that made me unhinged. I wanted him to own me. His hands came around me so he could take me by the throat, squeezing with enough pressure for me to cream more on his hand.

“Tell me what you want, Keira.” His voice was husky against my ear, thick and strained with l**t. My p***y was completely for him now as I parted my legs. I was fully submitting myself to Clint, surrendering my dignity.

“I want to be f****d from behind.”

Finally, he released my throat like that was the confirmation he needed. Clint rolled me over to my stomach and pulled my a*s up to him while my face stayed nestled in a pillow. My p***y throbbed dangerously for him now.

I was not conscious or ashamed of my p***y being laid out in front of him, dripping wet, and my clit twitching ever so slightly as if calling him.

Clint fully tugged off his boxers now, c**k heavy and erect. It hung heavy in the air, hovering above my a*s, only swiping against my smooth skin for a few seconds.

“I want you to scream as loud as you can,” he said. “I want to hear how much you love feeling me inside you.”

With his left hand parting my folds, he rubbed his c**k at the entrance of my p***y again, mopping up my slick wetness.

I gasped out an “Oh my God” before he pushed himself into me. My walls squeezed around him, clenched around his entry.

He leaned over and kissed my spine up to the curve of my shoulder. Clint pulled his member out just to slick up some more of my wetness and rub it in before advancing in again.

I m****d back at him, bucking my h**s back in response, pushing back onto him. He began to thrust harder into me now, my p***y contracting around him with every pump.

“You love my c**k in your p***y?” he asked, grabbing my h**s to anchor himself as he rammed into me. “You love having your already sore p***y stretched?”

My a*s slapped against his pelvis with the impact. Beneath us, the bed creaked and shook. I m****d in anguish back at him.

“F**k…Clint…” I panted. “Yes.” I was nearly crying from the stimulation, tears burning the corners of my eyes.

Clint leaned forward to wind his hand into my hair, pulling it back and slamming into me harder. “Louder, Keira. Or do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

He grunted, pulling me much harder on his c**k. I screamed in unison with his thrusts, and the harder he shoved himself into me, the louder I m****d.

Clint suddenly flipped me on my back like a rag doll and continued to thrust into me. He watched as my hard upturned nipples poked into the air, my tits bouncing.

“C…Clint,” I m****d. “Oh, f**k…I….” I was panting heavily, losing my trail of thoughts. My mouth fell open, eyes rolling back into my head.

“That is right. Come for me,” he whispered, kissing the base of my neck before biting down at the feel of my hands digging into his thighs. Clint’s hands gripped the headboard as he slammed into me, riding out my own o****m in search of his own.

The entire bed shook with his movements, thumping into the wall as he impaled me. With every exit, his c**k slurped out of me and then slapped back in. My p***y contracted around the base of his shaft, tightening and releasing rapidly.

“That is right, love. Come on my c**k. Come for me again,” he urged, grunting.

His hands snatched me by the throat, squeezing lightly and holding me on to his c**k, with his other hand curled around my stomach, passing my abdomen and replaceing my clit. He began teasing and circling rapidly.

I shook in his hands, and with two more pumps, I pulsed against him uncontrollably. I tried to gasp out my m***s against his grip. With a loud grunt, he exploded into my p***y, flooding me with his release.

I twitched beneath him, my legs trembling uncontrollably. Clint did not let go of my throat as he continued to thrust into me, slower now.

I was being overstimulated with his fingers still rubbing at my very sensitive and throbbing clit. His hand held my throat and kept me tight against his body as I remained impaled on his still-thrusting c**k.

A second wave of o****m overtook me as my whole body shook, and I screamed, my throat raw. Clint finally slid off me as we both panted heavily. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his tanned skin, thick bands of muscle moving with each movement he made.

“That was something.” We were breathless, as though having just run a marathon. Every part of my body ached sorely, especially my abdomen, shoulders and lower regions. But it was a pain I welcomed with open arms. The fact that it was Clint that had caused me so much ache made the pain worthwhile.

I slid my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. We remained in each other’s arms, savouring the heat of our bodies.