Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 11

Clint’s POV

Keira waited for me at the reception hall while I had a brief meeting with a colleague. I had offered to drive her home because I was free for the rest of the day and she looked totally tired out from our intense session. Our steamy intense session.

I had known I would f**k her again from the first time she had walked into my office. I just did not know how fast I would act on it.

She got to her feet when I walked out of my office, sending me a smile with the small curve of her lips. Lips that wrapped around my c**k only a few moments ago and choked on it. I could never get that image out of my head.

“Are we ready to leave?” she asked.

“My car is in the parking lot. Follow me.”

The receptionist at the front desk typed away on her computer and did not spare us a glance, too engrossed in whatever she was doing to notice us. There was not any indication that she heard Keira and I f*****g in the other room. I still had trust issues with my sound proof doors.

I could not stop myself the moment I touched her and lost all self control. That had never happened before. I had never gotten physical with a client before no matter how attractive they were.

But Keira… Keira was an exception.

I might have been able to hold onto my self restraint if I had not known how good she felt before now, or how sweet she tasted. Like something you could not just get enough of.

“Where do you live?” I turned on my car’s google map as we hit the road.

“Fourth street on Lake Springs avenue.”

Keira rested her head back on the chair, and I almost thought she dozed off until she spoke again. “I am a lost cause, aren’t I?”

“Hmm?”

“I will never stop being addicted to s*x. I might never change. My friends recommended you because they thought you would help me,” Keira said. “But we ended up f*****g our brains out. It was worth it, though.”

“Your friends made the right choice. I would help you in my way.”

Her smile was sly and seductive. “Does ‘your way’ involve the little man down there? I have grown pretty fond of him.”

Keira came to me for help. I was worsening her case by not being able to control myself. It made me feel guilty. What was I doing?

I had to make sure what happened today in my office did not repeat itself. It would be too hard to stop ourselves if we get deeper than this. It was all just one big mistake.

I felt her hands snake their way up to my legs, right where my pant zipper was. I caught her wrists before she went further.

“Behave. I am driving.”

Keira exhaled as she withdrew from me. “Fine, fine. Safety first.”

My google map showed that we were almost at her place as I slowed down.

“My apartment is over there,” she pointed to a building. “Just pull over to the side.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt when I stopped the car. “Thanks for driving me home.”

“Don’t mention it.” I stared at the building in front of me. “Do you live alone?”

“I have a roommate,” Keira replied. “She would not be home until another hour. Want to look around my place?”

That sounded like an invitation for another round of s*x. It was a trap. A rather tempting one.

“There is work waiting for me at home. Maybe some other time.”

She nodded, looking slightly disappointed. “Okay. See you next session. I will be wearing a thong.” She added the last part with a wink, slid out of the car and swayed her h**s away.

I checked her out as she went. Her a*s jiggled with her every step and nearly put me in hypnosis. I had to hold myself back from following her into the house and bending her over somewhere, smacking her a*s cheeks until they turned red from my torture.

I shook my head and quickly drove away before I found myself acting on those thoughts.

I needed to stay far away from Keira Temple and her a*s. Especially her a*s. One college girl should not put my reputation in jeopardy. I would not allow it. Well, I had already allowed it but I needed to put an end to it as soon as possible.

I sensed someone else in my house the minute I stepped foot into the front door. How did she always manage to get in?

“You are home late,” Vera, who sprawled naked on my couch said. Or was it Veronica? I could not remember. We hooked up just one night and she would not stop coming back for more. She was a model with great tits and a tasty p***y, but not a woman I could keep as a long term f**k buddy.

“You always manage to show up uninvited, don’t you?” I kicked off my shoes and poured myself a glass of water. “I am not in the mood to entertain you today.”

She jutted her lower lips out. “I was looking forward to some fun. Do not be such a killjoy.”

I had had all the fun I needed at my office. I just needed alone time. I thought.

“Do I have to beg?” She rolled a pink nipple between her fingers, sucking on her lips. “Or do I have to pleasure myself on my own?” Her other free hand glided down to her stomach, stopping at the entrance of her p***y.

She did not turn me on the way Keira did despite her attempts. Or maybe I was too tired to do anything with her.

“Take your clothes and leave.” I dropped my glass of water and headed straight to my room.

Piles of paperwork lay scattered on a table. They were overdue and needed my attention, but I rolled into the bed instead, burying my face into the fresh, clean pillow and opted for a nap.

My worries were about to disappear for one more day.