Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 57

KEIRA’S POV

“Keira, I want you just as much as you want me. In the real sense of it,” Clint started and I heard my heart thud loud enough that I was almost certain he would have heard if he was any bit closer.

“I want to watch you cum for me. Cum because of me and also watch you try to get your relief while I remind you that I’m your daddy. But there’s so much at stake here.”

I nodded even though I was certain we had the same answers. But at the very least, in my head, there were quite a lot of things between us.

“There’s Marie. And then there’s trying to get over your addiction. It’s all just a lot in between,” he continued.

Yes, we had the same line of thought.

Clint reached out and pulled me into his embrace with one clean move.

“But I’ll ask that you don’t push the thought of us out of your mind before then Keira, as long as you want it, we can fight for what we have here,”

“Y..you can’t possibly…” I turned my head to look up at him, unwilling to believe that Clint was the one saying all of these. But one glance into those eyes that looked like he wanted to hand over the world to me and the words I was just about to say got stuck in my throat.

“Clint…”

“Shhh! Don’t say anything to ruin the moment,” he said jokingly as he placed his index fingers to my lips.

“I’m working on some addiction coping methods. If you don’t mind, we could experiment with it. I can’t promise that you won’t get addicted to my c**k while we are working together but I’d do everything to cure you,” he promised sincerely and I found myself nodding without even thinking about it.

Our relationship had certainly grown stronger. It was almost like we had stepped into something a lot more official but I knew we weren’t exactly there yet.

But close enough like this was just fine.

There was nothing more I had to say and Clint told me some more about what matters with Marie was like. It also made me realise that if Clint wanted to be free from her, neither of us could be seen together until she was fully gone from his life.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle Marie,” Clint said as he lifted me bridal style from the sofa we were on.

“Now that we are done talking.. I need to feed you so I can eat from you,”

He carried me to the kitchen and placed me on the island table allowing me a perfect view of the kitchen and of course him as he scurried about gathering different ingredients.

I had met him in so many settings, but as I watched him. A man that I wanted more than anything else tied an apron around him, I felt like I was seeing another side of him again.

A side that made me tempted to rush to him and have him take me over this island table in the hardest and fastest way possible.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we would never get to the real meal part,” Clint called me out as he turned his head to look at me.

I shrugged, not bothering to hide it. I was completely wet and aching between my legs for him.

I really had nothing to hide.

Almost as if he knew, Clint turned off the fire that had been slowly steaming the pasta he was planning to make and walked to where I was.

“It’s impossible to cook with all of your hormones everywhere in here,” his voice was husky and was almost like a g***n as he buried his head in the curve of my shoulders.

He nipped softly at my skin there and the feel of his lips on my skin was more than enough to set me on fire.

“Clint…”

“Strip for me, Keira,” Clint commanded as he pushed back from me, with his well proportioned and bare arms crossing over his chest, I felt more liquid pooling in between my legs and I pulled his shirt off me in one clean sweep.

“My little dirty girl. You are completely bare underneath,”

Clint closed the gap between us and gave me a little spank on my a*s while his other hand pulled my chin up to look at him.

“Did you already want daddy to f**k your little cunt senseless when you wore this for daddy?”

It was hard to nod with his hands on my chin and his blue eyes peering into mine but I tried my best at nodding regardless.

His hand that was just on my a*s was now on my left nipple, pinching and rolling very slowly. There was very little action. But I was needy and his touch had a way with my body that I was already quivering with pleasure from the one action.

Clint turned me over, making me arch my back so that my chest and breast was pressed against the cold marble of the kitchen island while he was pressed firmly beside me.

“I’ll have you screaming my name at your top volume and then feed my little princess,” he said slowly, “but before then, I have to punish you for seducing daddy when I already told you to wait till you were well fed.”

Although he said punish, my p***y clenched tightly as I tried to think of what it was that he was going to do to me.

I loved my ‘daddy’s’ punishments. It was almost like he always knew the perfect place to have me screaming out loud. And more importantly, I liked that it gave him a different kind of pleasure.

“Forgive me daddy, all I want is your big, hard c**k in me. I want it every time, daddy.” I wiggled my a*s, allowing it to jiggle as I said that and Clint acted along by delivering one quick and stinging smack to my a*s.

I was certain it would be red by now but I wanted more and I twerked my a*s a little more, knowing that my daddy was going to see everything.

Clint chuckled at my impatience and he bent over me.

My brows scrunched slightly as I realised that was still clothed and I pushed my a*s out further, rubbing against him.

As my a*s met with his bulge, it was like it had found home and I pressed against him even more and danced against his c**k.

Just anything. Anything to have that perfect c**k of daddy drilling into me at this moment.

“So impatient”

I felt the rustle as Clint pulled off his clothes and I was just about to turn around, eager to bend and worship his c**k.

Clint was, however, faster than me and he used his hand to press me down to the table by my neck.

“You haven’t been a good girl, daddy won’t let you taste him. For now, you will spread those legs for daddy and allow me to take you however I want.” His words were accompanied with a smack to my butt and before I could say anything, his hands spread my thighs apart and Clint entered me in one sharp and brutal thrust.

“F**k!” I cursed out from how he filled me up. No matter how many times I had his c**k in me, I don’t think I could ever get over how full he made me.

Clint certainly meant his words about punishing me as he didn’t wait for me to adjust to him in me before he started to thrust in me.

His thrust was just like he promised. Wild and fast and every push he made into my little hole had me dripping with more juice.

“Ahhh… yes.. daddy!!” My hands sought out my swaying breast as I tried to give them some comfort but Clint was faster as he used one hand to pin my two arms together so that my back was pressed against him tightly.

This position made him go even deeper and I screamed out words that made sense as he pounded into me without any mercy.

“Ahhh… yes… faster,”

“Keira,” Clint warned, his breath blowing on my shoulders and I realised what I had done.

“Sorry sir… faster daddy..”

I could feel my o****m coming as waves after waves swept through my body.

However, just at the moment when I felt my body was going to fall apart, Clint pulled out of me.

“Climb on the table and kneel for daddy while spreading your thighs open,” Clint commanded.

I climbed the table at the fastest speed possible, as every moment with his c**k outside of mine felt like torture.

“Hmmm, daddy would watch your p***y drip as I cum by myself…”

“…that’s what a disobedient little slut gets.”