Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 86

KEIRA’s POV

A thrill was running down my spine, and my stomach bubbled with excitement as I linked my fingers with Clint’s. The puzzled look he had on his face excited me even more. I could not wait to show him what I had prepared for him.

Clint, like an obedient dog, quietly followed me, hand in hand, and we walked up the flight of stairs. I was in a hurry, and so was he. I pulled him all the way to his bedroom door. I spared him a glance, and he had a knowing smirk on his lips.

“Is this what you had in mind? How naughty of you,” He teased as he brushed his lips against the back of my neck.

“Mmm, not quite,” I replied in a soft yet beguiling tone.

With my eyes fixed on Clint, I pushed the door open and walked in, my hands never leaving his. Clint slid his hands around my waist, jamming our bodies together like he was desperate to feel my heat against him.

I, however, had better plans. I pushed him away from me and folded my arms.

“You have had a long day. Why don’t we take a shower? I will give you a bath and help you undress,” I grinned.

Clint froze for a while, his face showing how much my words surprised him. His eyes later gleamed with curiosity and desire.

“If that is what you want, then I am all yours, sweetheart,” he smirked.

I slowly approached him, and my hands went for his white-black polka dot tie first. I tugged on it until it came loose. My hands slowly trailed to his chest, and I could feel his toned body underneath his shirt.

I swallowed as I could feel myself getting aroused by the mere thought of seeing his bare skin. My hands began to pick at his buttons, undoing each and every one of them slowly while maintaining fierce eye contact with him.

Clint’s eyes never left me as I took off his shirt and let it fall to the ground beside us. His eyes were dark, hollow and possessed a slight hunger in them. It took me all my self-control not to quiver under his gaze.

I undid his belt, and his pants came toppling down from his waist. Clint took them off, and all that was left were his briefs. I tugged at the waistband and practically tore it off his body.

My eyes drank in the sight of his naked body. From his toned muscles to his c**k. Even though it was flaccid, it still retained its monster-like size.

“Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to give me a bath, like you said?” Clint spoke up.

His voice broke me from my trance, and I smirked. “Of course not. There is no fun in just staring, you know?” I grinned.

As I kept my eyes pinned on Clint, I took off the jacket slowly and watched how he gaped at the sight of me. His reaction was all I needed to make me thrilled.

“So? What do you think? Is it to your liking?” I asked as I did a 360

“Like it? I am entranced by the sight before me. But you know what I would like to see more? You without the lingerie on,” he said with a grin on his lips.

Just like he said, I did a strip tease as I took off the lingerie slowly. Clint and I were now clad naked, staring at each other. I could feel the aching tension between them. It was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

I took a step forward and grabbed Clint’s hand as I led him into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and drops of water came running down on our bodies. The cold water was not enough to calm the heat that had built up between the both of us.

I grabbed a sponge and applied some soap until the lather was visible.

“Stay still,” I whispered into his ear.

Clint was rather submissive, and he did as I asked. I ran the sponge on his stomach all the way up to his chest. As I scrubbed his skin, an idea sparked in my mind and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I began to stretch out the sponge, and Clint cocked his head at me.

“What are you up to now?”

I grinned. “Something you will replace exciting,” I replied. “Raise your hands,” I commanded.

To my surprise, Clint played along. He raised both hands in the air, and I tied them together with the loosened-up sponge. Clint looked at me, owl-eyed.

“So this is what you had in mind? And what are you going to do now?” He teased.

I let my hands scale through every plane of his muscles as I went down on him. I took his hard length in my hand and began to stroke it slowly. Clint let out a throaty growl as his member came to life.

I sunk my mouth over his c**k, taking it all the way down to the base.

“You are killing me here, Keira,” Clint g*****d as he threw his head back on the wall.

I began to pop my head, taking him in and out of my mouth. I could feel his member grow bigger, hotter and harder as I slicked my tongue all over it like I was a hungry, starved animal.

I craved to feel the familiar pleasure Clint’s c**k had always given me. M***s escaped my mouth as I cupped my breast and teased my nipple, increasing the speed of my head movement.

“Keira, I am about to cum-“

At the sound of his words, I took my mouth out of c**k, spittle dripping down the side of my mouth. I looked up at him, a mischievous grin on my lips.

“And who said you can cum yet without pleasing me?”