Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 123

KEIRA’s POV

I do not know what had suddenly possessed me to come all the way to Clint’s house at an ungodly hour, but here I was, standing outside his gate. The rain was coming down rather heavily, and all I had to shield myself from was an umbrella, which was not doing a very good job.

After the meeting, Clint was the only thing on my mind. His words played in my head like a broken record, over and over again. When he defended me in front of Mr Woodridge, I felt slight happiness, which was diminished the moment he denied our relationship.

Clint denying our relationship was not something I should have been angry about because we had both agreed to keep it a secret. But mixed with him saying we should take a break and denying me to my face, it felt like he did not want to be with me anymore.

I was restless. I could not accept it. I needed to see him. I was craving his touch and his k****s. Without thinking, I had run out of my apartment, clothed in my see-through nightgown. What was I thinking?

With shaky hands, I pressed the button on the intercom. I was met with silence and decided to wait patiently. I heard Clint’s voice buzzing through the intercom a few minutes later. He sounded drunk and a bit… delirious? Was he alright?

After I had announced myself, there was a brief silence followed by the sound of his gate rattling open. I let out a sigh of relief and ran all the way to the front door. As I propped my umbrella to the side and reached for the doorknob, the door swung open and I was face to face with Clint.

He had a blue robe clothing himself that did not do well to cover his steely chest. I swallowed hard as my eyes trailed from his chest to his eyes. His eyes were droopy and his cheeks a little flushed.

“Keira? I am not dreaming, am I?” He questioned as he rubbed his eyes.

Before I could speak, Clint slid his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his body. I cringed as the smell of wine hit my nose. It was evident that he had been drinking and he was completely drunk.

Clint slammed the door shut and moved away from me. His face was filled with disbelief and I could not blame him.

“Keira, I thought I told you we can’t see each other for a while, not until everything dies down,” He said, running his hands through his hair as he staggered back.

My original plan was to come here and talk things out with him and for us to come to a compromise because taking a break was too much to ask from me. But now, the man standing before me was taking over my sense of reasoning.

From his musky smell mixed with wine to the subtle movement of his arms, it ignited a flame within me. There was no way I would be satisfied with just talking with him.

I sauntered over to him, my hands planting itself on his chest. I looked up at him as our breaths mingled. “I know, but I couldn’t help myself. I want you, Clint,” I whispered.

I felt him flinch, and a smile crossed my lips. I slid my hands over the back of his neck and licked our lips in a k**s. It was soft and clumsy at first, but after a few seconds, Clint’s tongue was already exploring the planes of my mouth.

Our k**s was hungry and ferocious, like we had been starved of each other, and we were.

Clint grabbed my waist as we kissed. He roughly pushed me against the wall and began to k**s his way down my neck. My hands trailed along his bulky back, eager to sample his body.

Clint g*****d across my skin, and I could feel his hard cushion against me. It ignited my pleasure, and I craved for him to be inside me. Pushing Clint back, I smirked and urged him to follow me. He walked behind me like someone in a trance, following me to the living room.

I pushed him against the sofa and straddled him. My lips found him again, and we linked our tongues. His wet k**s heightened my pleasure and I began to grind my h**s against his. This caused a m**n to escape his lips.

“Keira,” he g*****d and cupped my breast through the thin fabric of my nightgown.

Clint began to knead my bosom, occasionally flicking at my pebbled nipples. I m****d into his mouth as I felt my p***y twitch. I withdrew from him reluctantly and took off my gown, throwing it to the ground.

I revealed his throbbing hot manhood and positioned it at the entrance of my slick p***y. As I shoved him into me, m***s spewed from my lips. Clint’s body shuddered, and he g*****d.

His hands reached for my a*s, grabbing them tightly. I began to ride him, deliciously enjoying how his member came in and out of me. My pleasure heightened with each thrust and I lost every sense of reasoning as my eyes rolled back into my skull.

“F**k, I missed this,” Clint g*****d as his hands gripped my h**s tightly.

He began to move his h**s, matching my rhythm. I m****d, arching my back as ecstasy crawled up my spine. The b***d in my veins hummed with each thrust, and it filled me with breathless urgency.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as my body surged to his. My h**s moved relentlessly, desperate to fill myself with him completely. Each thrust caused my pleasure to reach its limit.

Incoherent words rolled down my tongue as my body rippled with my o****m. I came, but Clint was still going strong. I moved my h**s until he came, spilling everything inside of me.

I collapsed unto him. I was spent and breathless, trying to catch my breath. I withdrew his manhood from inside me and watched as his seed spilled out of me.

“This is a lot of cum, Clint. Were you pent up this whole time?” I giggled.

My question was met with silence. Curious, I gazed at Clint and blinked at him.

He was fast asleep.