Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 10

We had thirty minutes before our session ended, which meant thirty more minutes of intense f*****g. I was slightly sore but I could take more of his c**k if he was still willing to give it. And from the look on his face, I had a feeling he was not quite done with me yet. He had better not be.

“Come here, beautiful. Let us see what else that mouth can do other than m**n for me.”

My eyes went to his c**k and it stared back at me, big, stiff and veiny. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing I made him hard just sitting pretty opposite him.

I began by holding his c**k in one hand and licked the head. A loud mewl escaped my lips. He felt painfully good. I smiled up at him before leaning forward to envelop the entire shaft in my mouth. I rocked back and forth on my knees, sucking on the big, hard c**k in and out between my lips.

Although he was quite huge, I was able to take his entire shaft inside my mouth. His hard c**k throbbed and jerked, and the first big vicious gob landed on my tongue. I swallowed it just in time to catch the second spurt.

“You taste so good,” I m****d as he guided my head with his hands for a better pace, burying my mouth in his pulsing c**k.

Then he held my face in place and f****d my mouth. Tears spilled out of my eyes as his huge shaft hit the back of my throat. “You like that?” He asked. I nodded vigorously, taking each thrust he slammed into me, while my fingers on my clitoris drove me wild.

“Get on your feet,” Clint instructed when he finally released my head. Goodness. The things his dominance did to me.

I slid my clothes off the same time his eyes darkened with l**t.

“Come here.” He pulled me over to his chair and sat on it.

“Ride me, Keira, and ride me good,” Clint commanded.

I could feel his hard c**k between my legs when I moved to straddle him. It was warm and pulsing, and the feeling made me needier than I already was. No one had ever made me feel this good.

My body acted on pure instinct, rocking back and forth as I glided on his d**k, my juices soaking him. “Ah…” Sitting up a little, I grabbed his ridged length and positioned the tip against my entrance. I sat back down slowly, savouring the feeling of him filling me up, inch by inch. “Hmmmm…”

Clint was displeased with me taking my time. He grabbed hold of my h**s and pressed me down at the same time as he thrust up, sheathing himself fully inside me. “Oh f**k!” I yelped. He felt bigger than usual in this position.

I got a hold of myself immediately and moved my h**s experimentally. “Oh my f**k…”daddy.” I gasped at the feeling of him hitting my G-spot. It was so damn good, making my walls flutter around his girth.

“Only I can make you feel this good. You hear me?”

I nodded helplessly, my mouth unable to form words.

He leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it as he held my h**s in place for his thrusts. He started rough, slamming into me with a power I was amazed he could do while beneath me.

“F**k f**k f**k fuckkkkkkkkkkk.” Curses flew out of his mouth as he took control, drilling into me like his life depended on it, like my life depended on it. I could hear how wet I was as he f****d me- the slurpy sounds seemed to urge him on.

Again and again he impaled me with his c**k, stretching my cunt and forcing me to take him. “Ah…hmmm.” My mouth fell open, but no sounds came out as I breathed through the stretch his d**k was always accompanied by.

His d**k massaged my sensitive walls, and he made sure his pelvis rubbed against my clit, creating a pleasure that had me squeezing down on him.

“You feel so f*****g good, Keira,” Clint cursed. “You have no idea how you feel wrapped around me.”

I was heaving so hard to answer. All I could do was give him a breathy m**n. Sweat slickened our skin, and our heart beat like a frantic drum as we gave in to our needs. At this moment, there was nothing but us and the pleasure we both sought.

“Harder,” I m****d against his lips. “Please, daddy, f**k me harder.” I was near, so damn near to my release.

Obliging, he slammed into me so hard that I lost my breath. “You. Are. My. Girl. Daddy’s girl. Now. Come. For. Daddy.” His c**k hit the end of me repeatedly with each word, but the pain of it only made me burn hotter. There was nothing sweet about this, just sinful and downright filthy s*x.

A hand snaked between us and he roughly rubbed my clit. “Come for me, baby,” he commanded.

“God. Damn!” With a g***n, he slammed inside and held himself still as he spilled his cum inside me. The feeling of it prolonged my own climax.

“Ahhhhhh…yes yes yes yes yes. Just like that, daddy.” I collapsed on his chest immediately after, breathing raggedly through my mouth.

Clint watched me and I did not need a mirror to know I looked royally f****d, courtesy of the man in front of me.

He appeared dishevelled too, his hair sticking out from all corners, his perfectly knotted tie pushed to the side and hung loosely around his neck. I found his coat on the floor and wondered when he had discarded it.

“Time is up,” I heard him and I felt my body stiffen from his words. “You should go now.”

I really did not wish to, but I obeyed him anyway. I stood to wear my clothes but wobbled, almost falling.

“Are you okay?” he asked me, as he grabbed and held me up.