Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 110

KEIRA’s POV

When Clint invited me to his place, I jumped at the opportunity. We were both occupied with work and school and barely had time for each other.

I walked into Clint’s house, removed my coat, and placed it on the rack.

“Hey, why don’t we eat dinner? I have this new recipe I would like to try. I hope you have enough groceries because-“

Clint’s large, bulky arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt my back rest against his steely chest.

“We can talk about food later. What I want to do right now,” He whispered into my ear, “is to have you all to myself.”

His hot breath against my skin was already driving me mad. I spun around and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our eyes met, and the heat between our bodies began to build up.

“Then, I will serve myself on a platter, just for you,” I cooed.

A low, hungry growl escaped his lips, and before I could blink, his lips crashed on mine. He hungrily laced his tongue with mine, and his wet, liquid k**s drove my mind into a maelstrom.

His hands slid from my waist, and they worshipped every curve of my boys. Clint’s hands gripped my thighs, holstering me up to his groin. To steady myself, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He began to walk to his bedroom while our lips danced hungrily against each other. Clint pushed the door open violently, and within a few seconds, I was toppled to the soft bed. My head hit the sheets, and our lips parted from each other.

My lips tingled for more of Clint, and desperation drove me mad. Clint smirked and began to pop open the buttons of his shirt slowly.

“Do not worry, I will give you what you want soon,” he grinned like he could read my mind.

In seconds Clint’s shirt was beside the foot of the bed, and his hands were all over me. He removed my shirt, and I tugged my jeans away from my torso. Clint rained k****s on my lean belly. He slowly made his way up to my cleavage and gripped my breast with one hand.

He teased my perk nipple as he kissed the slender column of my neck. Each place his lips touched left a fiery trail of desire that burned within me. My legs quacked and ached desperately for him.

“Daddy, please devour me now,” I m****d.

I could feel his hard-on cushion against the fabric of my panties. It further made me hunger for his c**k. Clint looked up at me; his eyes told me he was just as hungry for me as I was for him.

“Lay on your stomach,” his voice was soft yet dominating.

I slid my panties down from my waist and turned over, arching my back, hoping he was enjoying the view.

“You are so f*****g wet,” he chuckled and ran a finger over the entrance of p***y softly.

His movements sent electrifying currents running through my veins. My legs quivered, and I was on the verged of begging him again when I felt the head of his staff nudge my entrance.

He teased me with it, rubbing the head of his member over my p***y. My body trembled, and I bit my lips as my desire rose drastically.

“Daddy, please,” I m****d.

“Please? What do you want from me, hm? Say, let me hear your desires.”

His husky voice held a commanding power that almost brought me to my knees. I looked back at him, the plea in my eyes prominent.

“You know what I want,” I said softly.

Clint shook his head, and I felt him withdraw from my entrance. I felt empty, and I wanted him inside me now.

“You have to tell me what you want.”

I swallowed and spoke. “I want Daddy’s c**k inside me. I want you to imprint your shape inside of me, please,” I begged, the desperation in my voice spilling out.

Clint chuckled. “That is my good girl.”

He slammed into me without warning, making me spew m***s. My legs shook, daring to give out on me as he pounded into me like a wild animal in heat.

“You like it rough, don’t you slut?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I m****d, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the pleasure intensified.

Clint’s hands found my waist, and he slammed into me, a g***n escaping his lips.

Clint’s hands found my waist, and he slammed into me, a g***n escaping his lips.

“It feels so good inside of you,” he m****d.

Our h**s met as he thrust into my feminine portal. I arched my back to better receive him.

My low, sultry, incoherent mews filled the room, along with the sound of our flesh meeting with each thrust. Clint flipped me over to my side and settled my leg on his shoulder.

He slammed his member into me, and my body quivered. He kept a repetitive rhythmic pace, his h**s moving hungrily as he stretched my p***y. I purred underneath him, displaying how much pleasure was running through my veins.

My reason tumbled into oblivion as our lips met again. Clint’s pace got faster each second, and I could tell he was reaching the apex of his pleasure.

Molten waves of pleasure hit me as my ecstasy escalated to a higher level. As my pleasure intensified, so did my climax. My shattering climax caused me to m**n loudly underneath him.

As I came, so did Clint. His grip on my thighs tightened as he filled me up to the brim with his hot seed. He withdrew his member, and I could feel his seed spill out of me.

My pleasure subsided, and I stretched my arms out to Clint. He came to me, and I wrapped my hand around his neck.

“You were really this hungry for me?” Clint teased.

I giggled and playfully hit his shoulder. “Why, of course. It has been a while since we have had the time to do this,” I sighed.

And that was true. With all the problems with Calvin, it took a lot of work to think about anything else. But it was easy to forget about the world and all my problem

s when I was with Clint. He kissed my face all the way to my neck and planted a k**s on my shoulder. “Why don’t we do that again,” he asked with a naughty grin.

I frowned as I felt my body ache from having him inside me. There was no way I would survive another round.

“Why don’t we have dinner first?” I suggested.