Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 24

CLINT’s POV.

There were tons of things I knew Keira was capable of doing, but coming to my house drunk at one a.m in the morning never made the list. I was expecting her, yes. I knew she would come.

I wanted her to come.

She reeked of alcohol and I wanted to get drunk off her, tear off the flimsy dress to shreds.

Keira’s lips curved up in a seductive smile, still running her hands up and down my chest in a slow, murderous torture.

“Let us not do anything rash while you are drunk,” I suggested, because if there was anything worse than having the hots for your client, it was taking advantage of a drunk lady.

Besides, I did not want her influenced by alcohol when I was ready to f**k her brains out. She needed to feel every part of me and remember it.

Keira giggled, too drunk to even notice how my eyes watched her like a predator. Under very different circumstances, I would rip off that hair tie, then I would gather her hair in my hands.

I would be pulling on that later, I told myself.

Her dress would also be replaced, along with whatever underwear she wore. Even better if there was nothing under.

The things I would do to her at this very moment.

“Stop pretending to be such a gentleman,” she said. “I know of the things you want to do to me. Your eyes do not lie.”

“Keira,” I warned calmly, trying not to lose my head and keep my restraint under check. “Let me take you home.”

“You really want to take me home? Even if I do this?” A hand of hers went down to rub the outline of my d**k through my sweatpants, as I clenched my teeth so hard I thought it might break.

The devil had sent Keira to f**k with my whole sanity today, I was sure of it.

She squealed as I grabbed and spun her around in one quick movement, her back slammed into my chest and my hand had already curled around Keira’s delicate neck. The other had her hand pinned in just the right way. Nothing to cause her pain but enough to assert the dominance I knew she loved.

“Now this is more like it,” she said, panting from the adrenaline rush that was also pumping in my veins.

“You are a walking temptation,” I slowly pressed my hard-on between the round globes of her a*s cheeks, a soft m**n slipping from her lips. “Do you know that?” She writhed in my hand, a shudder going through her whole body much to my liking. “Answer me, Keira.”

“Clint…” she hissed between her teeth, her breathing getting louder by the minute.

My hand left her neck, slipped through her gown and was pressing against her clit in no time. It was just as I predicted. She was not wearing any underwear. This girl might just really be the end of me. Keira jolted in my hands and almost screamed from my finger on her very sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You are always dripping wet for me, aren’t you?”

She nodded in response as her eyes watched me in anticipation.

“Was this what you wanted?” I asked in her ears, hands moving faster, teasing the absolute f**k out of her clit.

“Uh huhhh…hmmm.”

“Whose p***y is this?”

“Ah…ah. D…daddy.”

Those f*****g sounds, the gasps, the whimpers and the m***s would surely be the death of me. My d**k was hard as a rock and pressing into my sweatpants, the only barrier between us.

Even if my d**k had dried up and shriveled from the lack of use and the accursed blue balls disease, I would go to sleep with a smirk knowing I brought her to the brink of pleasurable tears.

“P…please, Cl-Daddy…” Keira m****d. “Faster.”

She did not get to say anything else before I adjusted her legs. I switched the position of my hands and pushed two of my fingers inside her throbbing center at once. My thumb pressed down on her highly sensitive clit, sending shocks throughout her whole body.

“Daddddyyyyy. Yesss!” Keira screamed as she came apart almost violently in my arms.

“I want you to f**k me,” she deliberately lowering her voice an octave. “I want you to f**k me hard, daddy.” She licked her lower l*p.

I spun her back around to face me, her inviting lips wet and parted. She looked picture perfect. I could deal with a life with her like this, coming on my fingers for days and days.

“Patience, Keira,” I said. “In due time.”

She exhaled hardly, as my raging hard d**k strained against the fabric of my pants.

“You know I am not a very patient person.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat and squeezing lightly, I smashed my lips against hers. Kissing her hard enough for her legs to part wider. I did not care if both our lips ended up being bruised. Her taste left me intoxicated.

I wanted to erase her thoughts of any other guys she had been with.

Keira broke apart from me all of a sudden, rushing to a nearby toilet and emptying out her stomach.

How did she know where the bathroom was? I smiled at the realization that she fitted perfectly into my space.

I soon joined her in the toilet, helped hold her hair back and rubbing a hand over her back as she puked out all that she had for dinner.

“How much did you have to drink?” I asked her.

“A couple?”

I rolled out toilet paper, cleaning the sides of her mouth and shifted the hair that stuck to her face. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“It depends. Are you coming with the package?”

I smiled in response because it was tempting. But if I saw her bare naked in my bathroom, then I would not be able to hold myself back anymore. “Let us get you cleaned up.”

Hauling her into my arms, I kicked the toilet door open and headed to my bedroom. She was already fast asleep and snoring before I could even lay her on the bed.