Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 34

KEIRA’s POV

Papa was overjoyed to see that I came like I had promised I would earlier this morning. But I was not there to see him, per say. I was there as an excuse to see Clint, and it was totally worth it.

He was wearing white shorts that exposed his tanned, long legs, and a blue shirt. Blue seemed to be his colour. It was my favourite color. Clint was staring at me like he could read my mind, like he could tell I was there because of him.

And I was not even going to deny it.

“So how is school, Keira?” Papa was asking as I dragged my attention away from Clint on the pitch.

“Lectures are a pain in the a*s. But I am coping.”

“You know you can come to me if you have any problems, right?”

Even if the only problem I had right now was trying to get a certain man to f**k me, I smiled and nodded.

People cheered and applauded as Clint kept leading in the game, swinging the golf club in his hands every now and then in a way I found to be sexy. The occasional glances he threw my way to check if I was watching him made me squirm in my seat.

I was a horny woman and it was all his fault. How would he react if I told him I had not been a good girl and f****d someone else in his absence. I broke our pact, and I deserved to be punished. Severely.

Papa went down the pitch to declare the winner when the tournament was over, and it was not a surprise when Clint took the honor. He seemed to be the closest with my dad out of the members. I could see them discussing as they walked into the lobby where I sat.

“Keira, do you remember Clint Homer from last time?” My eyes latched on to Clint’s as soon as Papa asked. His eyes pleaded at me not to say anything out of the ordinary and my lips warped out a smile. I was so going to enjoy this.

“Of course, I do. How could I forget? Is he not an investor at the company?”

Papa chuckled. “You have a remarkable memory, Keira.”

“I think Mr. Homer here have been interested in more than just your company,” I said as Clint’s eyes visibly twitched.

“Oh, really?” Papa glanced curiously between us. “Tell me about it, Clint.”

Silence fell upon us as both Papa and I waited for his response but Clint immediately came up with something before it got awkward.

“It is the golf course club. Everyone knows I am your most active and loyal member. Your daughter sees that too.”

Good save.

But it was time to strike again.

“It would be a privilege if you could teach me one of your cool golf tricks,” I smiled at Clint. “You were amazing on the pitch.”

“It is almost night time and…”

Papa quickly stepped in before he could decline. “I’ am sure Clint here would not mind. We still have a couple of minutes before we call it a day.” He handed me his golf club and I muttered out a ‘thanks papa’, turning on my heels down to the pitch.

I heard Clint’s footsteps follow behind me with the same pace as mine. We were soon out of Papa’s hearing distance, no one but the both of us on the pitch so I was free to say whatever I liked.

“Hello again.” Leaning to the side on my golf club, I crossed one of my legs in front of the other.

“I do not know what it is you are trying to pull off, but it should not be in front of your dad.”

“I am not trying to pull off anything. What makes you think I am trying to pull off something?” I asked innocently even while knowing I was doing exactly what he accused me of.

“Okay. Then tell me why you are here.”

“To make you teach me golf.” My eyes went to Papa’s at the lobby who was watching us. “And I would advise we get on with it or Papa is going to have questions.

“Alright. Start by standing with your knees and h**s slightly bent.” I did as he said and held on tightly to my golf club. “I said slightly. You are almost crouching.”

I readjusted my stance. “I missed you.”

“Did you really miss me or something else?”

I felt the outline of his c**k pressing into me from behind and I couldn’t hold back the soft gasp that escaped my lips. “Let us go somewhere quiet after this.”

“We can’t risk it in front of your father.” He resumed teaching me golf like he had not just teased me. “Flex out your wrists and lean the end of your club to the ground where you will be hitting the ball.”

I tried to clear my head off the dirty thoughts, but they came rushing back in at every feel of his body heat on mine.

He frowned at the club in my hands like I was doing something wrong. “Your movements would be rigid if you hold on to them too tight. Loosen up a little. Then swing.”

I missed the ball when I swung, stumbling over and almost falling to my face.

Clint bit on his bottom l*p for a second and tried to keep the smile out of his eyes, but it all ended up in the gutter because he bursted out laughing.

“That is not funny,” I huffed, clearly offended. The dry air whipped loudly at strands of my hair that came loose from my braid, framing the sides of my face as I tucked them behind my ears.

He tried to sober up, shifting closer to me and guiding my movements from behind. Clint’s warm chest spread out and pressed itself to my back. The bulge of his pants I continued to feel on my a*s got me excited and wildly turned on. I wanted nothing at this moment but to have him pound repeatedly into me from behind.

“Focus, Keira. I can hear your thoughts.” His hot breath fanned my ears as his hands covered mine on the golf club. Clint was making it hard for me to think straight. “The trick is to relax when swinging. Just follow my movements.”

It was hard to get myself to relax with his d**k pressing into me, but I gradually did. And when we swung together the next time, the ball went flying in the air.