Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 88

KEIRA’s POV

I should have known better. I had been lost in the thrill of teasing Clint and I had forgotten one crucial fact, and that was Clint was way stronger than me. Why was I deluded into thinking that the restraints were enough to keep him bound? I had been enjoying the fact that he was listening to my every word like an obedient dog, and now I was going to pay dearly for it.

With his large, strong arms around my waist, he held me close to him, pressing my back to his well-toned body.

“A naughty girl needs to be punished, don’t you think?” Clint whispered into my ear, his husky voice shooting a thrill up my spine.

His breath caressed my skin, and goosebumps ignited all over my skin. Clint’s fingers slipped out of my mouth, and his large hands gripped my neck tightly.

“Now ride this c**k like the dirty slut that you are,” Clint commanded.

My h**s began to move on its own. Not because of his instructions but because I wanted the feel the pleasure that came with having his hot throbbing c**k slide in and out of me.

“D-daddy, it feels so good,” The words slipped out of my mouth before I knew it.

“Ride that c**k faster,” Clint growled.

Before I could even blink, Clint’s hand travelled to my waist and he rammed my h**s down on him. My back arched from the impact and I let out a loud gasp as the tip of his c**k hit the very depths of me.

My legs quivered, and I felt my whole body go numb from ecstasy. Clint’s grip on my waist was tight and I knew he had no intention of letting me go. He rammed his h**s up again, and I spewed out utter nonsense from my mouth.

His hand travelled from my neck to my breast, which he cupped and began to knead softly.

“Daddy,” I uttered his name as my h**s began to move on their own.

“Yes, call my name, just like that.”

Clint pushed himself up from the slab and steadied me while he pounded into me relentlessly. He pressed me against the wall while his hands scaled my back all the way to my buttocks.

“Arch your back,” he commanded.

I did as I was told and arched my back to accept him better. Clint wasted no time in thrusting into me vigorously. My body quacked with ecstasy, and my eyes lid shut.

Clint sucked on the nape of my neck, and I felt his teeth dig into my skin. The slight pain, mixed with pleasure, was sending me over the edge. I was reaching the apex, and I could no longer hold back.

“Daddy, f**k yes, I am about to come!” I m****d.

Clint withdrew his member from me, and my eyes shot wide open. I turned to him and there was a mischievous grin on his lips. The feeling of emptiness and the fact that I had not cum left me feeling unsatisfied.

“Why? Please, I want you back inside of me, I want you to make me cum, Daddy.” I cooed and begged as I walked closer to him.

Clint grabbed my wrist and pushed me back to the wall.

“You can only cum when I say so.”

Before I could object, Clint picked my legs up and slammed his member into me as he pushed me to the slick bathroom wall. My senses flew out the window as Clint kept pounding into me do vigorously.

“Tell me, do you like the way I am ramming into you so hard?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy, please f**k me harder,” I m****d loudly.

Clint retracted his member from my hole.

“Beg me for it,” he grinned.

“Please, f**k me harder, d-daddy,” I begged, the desperation in my voice evident.

Clint slammed home again, and my spine shot erect with pleasure. His grip on my thighs intensified as his thrust got faster and faster. Clint skimmed his tongue over my lips, parting them to make way for him. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I intertwined mine with his.

I relished in the heat our tongues created. As Clint’s thrusts increased in pace, my body quivered as my o****m was near. As I was about to reach the apex, Clint took out his groin and looked at me with a smirk on his lips.

“I told you, didn’t I? I will not let you come just yet.”

The painful feeling of being kept on edge, unable to cum was leaving me frustrated.

“Please, let me cum,” my voice trembled as I begged him.

Clint let go of my legs and grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the wall. His tongue ravished my neck and down to my collarbone. He scaled my chest and the planes of my breast all the way to my erect nipple, which he sucked on so delicately.

My thighs trembled, and I could feel my centre go hot and wet. I needed him inside of me again.

“Please,” I whispered. “I want your c**k.”

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he breathed against my skin.

I did as I was told and I felt the head of his manhood nudged at my entrance. He slid into me slowly, and each movement sent an electrifying current running through my nerves. He slammed into me, and an acute surge of desire rained on me.

I was an aroused mess, my wet hair tangled up, my eyes rolling all the way to the back of my head and my arms wrapped around Clint’s neck. My nails dug into his skin as the pleasure seemed to devour me.

Clint’s h**s did not take a break. He kept a steady pace, hitting all the right spots inside me, turning my mind into a blank space. I could not think of anything else except for Clint and the pleasure that he gave.

“Your p***y is sucking up my c**k. Do you love it that much?” Clint teased.

“Yes, Daddy. I want to keep you inside of me forever.”

I felt Clint’s member grow more rigid inside of me and his h**s moved even more violently against mine. My m***s bounced off the walls of the bathroom, creating echoes.

“Your m***s are music to my ears,” Clint g*****d.

With our fleshes fused, we drowned in pleasure and the ecstasy reached its peak. My climax came in drugging waves and my body trembled harshly. Clint’s g****s intensified as he spilled his seed within me.

He let go of my hands as we stayed in each other’s arms for a while, our breaths haggard as we enjoyed the aftermath of the intense s*x we had.