Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 87

KEIRA’s POV

My eyes were hungrily fixed on Clint’s hard length. My plan was to tease him as much as I could, but I was getting impatient. The throbbing in between my legs grew with each passing second. The hunger within me was rising at a considerable speed, and it was becoming unbearable.

I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to explore the depths of my p***y, pounding into it relentlessly.

“Come here and take these things off my hands. I want to be inside you,” Clint growled.

I could hear a bit of desperation and hunger in his voice, but I was not about to give up now.

“Be patient,” I giggled. “Now, be a good boy and do as I say,” I cooed.

Clint smirked, and I could see that he was willing to go along with my whims.

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned.

I placed my hand on his waist and guided him towards the bathroom slab, where I settled him down into a sitting position. I settled myself on top of him, my entrance brushing the head of his hard pulsing member.

My body trembled as I teased my entrance by rubbing against his member. My p***y twitched. It was hungry for him, and so was every fibre in my body. Clint g*****d as he squirmed around and growled in front of me.

“Do you intend on teasing me like this, Keira?” He m****d.

I chuckled and circled my arms around his neck. “I am just getting started.”

Using his shoulders as my support, I rammed myself down onto his c**k. Incoherent mews spewed from my mouth as I got filled up with Clint’s c**k, all the way to the hilt. Goosebumps ignited on each part of my skin, and my legs quacked from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that was seeping through my veins.

“Oh, your c**k feels so good, Clint,” I m****d as my hands began to skate all the way to my breasts.

I rose up from his manhood and slammed down unto his torso. A charge of excitement shot up my spine as I began to thrust at a steady pace. Each time I humped on Clint’s member, my insides twitched and tingled, and the ecstasy I felt heightened.

“F**k Keira, this is driving me crazy. Take these stupid things off let me f**k you like a slut,” Clint growled.

I did want Clint to f**k me, but I was not about to lose here. I ignored his words and slammed down on his c**k once more.

“I can feel your c**k twitching inside of me, Clint. Is that how much you love my p***y?” I giggled.

Clint bit his lower l*p as he gazed at me, his eyes sharp, fierce and filled with hunger, like that of a wild animal.

“You are playing with fire, sweetheart. Take these things off and stop teasing me like this,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Never,” I whispered into his ear.

I rammed my h**s down on him again and felt my butt cheeks bounce from the impact. I crashed my lips on Clint’s, and our tongues united immediately. They danced against each other hungrily, and it felt like I would be gobbled up by him. I was losing myself, and the pleasure was making mincemeat of my senses.

As our k**s intensified, so did my thrusts. My h**s moved madly against his torso, each thrust filling me up with the evidence of his pleasure. The pleasure was drawing me into a maelstrom, and I felt myself being carried away by it.

My h**s would not stop moving, and my mind was slowly becoming a blank sheet. Clint’s g****s, mixed with my m***s, echoed through the walls of the bathroom, and it was music to my ears.

“Keira, take these things off,” Clint said as he g*****d.

His husky voice whispered want and need to me. I could see that he wanted to hold me, he wanted to f**k me senseless, but I was enjoying myself right now. Seeing his face filled with pleasure as I rode him sent a charge of excitement running through my nerves.

I plunged down into him continuously, keeping a steady pace. Each thrust made my honey pot drizzle with wetness. Each time I slammed my h**s down, Clint’s member became more rigid and engorged, filling me up even further.

My eyes trailed to Clint, and I saw that his head had been thrown back. All the veins on his neck were visible, and each time I slammed down on him, his body quivered. I grinned and skated my tongue along the rigid planes of his neck.

“You tell me to take the restraints off, but see how much you are enjoying the way I am thrusting down on you,” I chuckled.

Clint looked up at me, and I shivered at his gaze. His eyes were dark and filled with pleasure.

But that did not stop me from teasing him some more. My h**s refused to stop moving as pleasure began to override my senses. I became like a wild animal in heat, unable to control myself. I tightened around his c**k and Clint g*****d loudly.

I quickly switched positions, turning away from him. I held onto his legs for support as I moved over his d**k hungrily. The feeling of being filled up to the brim by Clint’s c**k was unchaining a wild and delicious feeling within me. I m****d and cupped my breasts in my hands, kneading them and tugging on my tightly pebbled nipples.

As my m***s mixed with the sounds of my thrusts, I could feel myself reaching unbearable heights. I could not hold back anymore.

“Ah, f**k, I am about to come,” Clint growled.

As I was about to fall over the edge, I suddenly heard the restraints I had used to tie Clint up rip apart. I made a sharp turn backwards and I felt Clint’s strong hands wrap around me.

“You took off the restrain-“

Clint shoved a few fingers into my mouth, cutting me short. He rammed his h**s into mine, and I let out a yelp.

“You have teased me enough. Was it fun watching the way I squirmed? Hm? Tell me, Keira,” he cooed.

Clint slammed into me again, and I felt his c**k reaching the deepest parts of me, parts even I could not reach. My legs buckled underneath me and dared to give out.

“Suck on those fingers.”

Instinctively, my tongue began to move around his fingers. A throaty chuckle escaped his lips, and he brushed his lips against my ears as he whispered.

“Get ready, I am going to f**k you like the slut you are.”