Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 95

KEIRA’s POV

The one thing I had never imagined I would be doing was begging for s*x in a restaurant toilet stall. This was unlike me, but my body refused to listen to reason. I had been riled up and needed to be satiated. There was no way I could wait until we eventually left the restaurant.

My hands were planted firmly on his chest, and as I slid them downwards, I could feel him flinch from my touch.

“Clint,” I whispered his name.

He twitched, and his reaction excited me greatly. I knew what he liked. I knew he got riled up whenever I said his name. I was fully aware of how much I drove him wild. But the same could be said for me. His gaze alone was enough to send me to my knees.

My hands brushed against his belt and slid down until I could feel the swollen part of his pants.

He was hard.

I went down on him immediately.

“Keira, do you really want to do this here?” Clint asked as his hands grazed my hair.

I looked up at him, and his gaze made me shudder. His eyes were drooped and filled with desire. I undid his belt buckle and kissed his hard-on through the tight fabric of his briefs.

“Of course, I want you now.”

I pulled his briefs down, and his member sprung into view, hard, throbbing, and desperate for me. With my hands, I circled his hard length and felt how he stiffened from my touch. My eager tongue glided at the top of his shaft.

“F**k, Keira,” Clint g*****d and grabbed a handful of my hair.

I took his entire length in my mouth and slowly moved back and forth. But Clint was more eager than I was. With his hands on my head, he pushed it backward until I swallowed him to the hilt.

I let out a muffled gasp as he began to push my head back and forth, his speed increasing by the minute. My damp entrance began to twitch.

Clint pulled my head away from his torso, and our eyes met. His eyes were filled with hunger and resembled that of a wild, ravenous beast.

“You stir me up so much, Keira.”

Clint grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the floor. He turned my back to him and pushed me against the toilet seat.

“Keep your hands on the toilet and shut your mouth,” he commanded.

Clint’s voice was like a narcotic, making my whole body excitedly shudder. I obeyed like the little sub I was and placed my hands firmly on the toilet.

Clint bunched my skirt up my thighs, and I felt my panties slide down to my ankles.

“Look at how wet you are. See how you enjoy how I roughed up your mouth with my c**k.”

I nodded, and Clint chuckled, his voice resonating through the bathroom walls. The head of his staff nudged my eager, twitching entrance.

Without as much as a warning, Clint slammed into me. My body quacked as m***s spewed from my lips uncontrollably.

“I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” Clint growled and landed his brazen hands on my buttocks.

A gasp escaped my lips, but I didn’t feel the pain. All I felt was a pleasure that destroyed my sense of reasoning. Clint’s hands settled on my waist tightly, and he pulled out of me, slamming into me again. Each thrust shot sparks of pleasure through my veins.

He thrust into me, penetrating me and dominating my p***y.

“I am going to make sure your p***y remembers my shape. I own you now,”

His words shot a charge of excitement up my spine. As his h**s moved harshly, slapping my buttocks with each movement, I could feel myself reaching the apex of my ecstasy.

“C-Clint, wait, I am going to.”

I heard the door to the bathroom swing open, and I went mute. Clint and I froze as we listened to the footsteps approaching our stall. We heard a few men chatter, and then, it dawned on me.

This was the men’s bathroom.

What was I thinking, coming here? My mind was in a haze, and I wanted to get f****d, so I wasn’t thinking correctly. My skin went pale. How much noise had we been making? What would happen if someone found us?

I turned to Clint, and I gaped at the grin he had on his face. What was so hilarious enough to make him grin? Clint put a finger to his lips, and I raised an eyebrow at him. He began to slide out of my p***y slowly, and my eyes went wide.

I turned to Clint, and I gaped at the grin he had on his face. What was so hilarious enough to make him grin? Clint put a finger to his lips, and I raised an eyebrow at him. He began to slide out of my p***y slowly, and my eyes went wide.

I put a hand to his chest to stop him, but he grabbed my wrists and whispered into my ear. “You refuse, but look at how wet you are. Do you feel excited knowing that people are outside?”

“No, that is not it-“

Clint slammed into me, and my whole body quivered harshly. He slid out of me slowly again and slammed into me, repeating the process several times.

I bit hard on my lower lips to prevent my m***s from escaping. As Clint thrust into me quietly, I reeled over the edge. My body rippled with my o****m. My liquid dripped down my leg and towards the tiles floor.

The footsteps came back again until they were faint. The door to the toilet slammed shut, and relief washed over me.

“You are such a slut, Keira. You came while people were right,” he chuckled.

Clint’s strokes got sloppier, and he reached his apex. He withdrew his member from me, and I watched his cum spill to the ground as he g*****d. I pushed myself away from the toilet seat, and my legs wobbled as I tried to gain balance.

Clint’s hands circled my waist, and he held me to him.

“That was not so bad, now was it?” He asked as he rained k****s along my shoulders.

“We almost got caught!” I pouted.

Clint let out a hearty chuckle, and I could not help but smile. It was hard to get mad at him.

“Well, controlling myself when I’m with you is not as easy as you imagine.”

He kissed my forehead and checked his wristwatch.

“Looks like my lunch break is over. I will drop you back at your apartment, okay?”

I nodded. How could I possibly leave this man?