Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 9

When I kissed him, that was his undoing. His eyes had darkened a deeper shade when he broke away from the k**s and I could see that he wanted to do dirty slutty things tO me. And I was a hundred percent up for that.

I rolled my h**s in the chair, my core throbbing as my skin buzzed with need. Clint dipped his hands down my panties. His delicate fingers rubbed smooth circles exactly where I needed them, feeling me up and teasing me into insanity.

“Only I can give you what you need.” His deep voice rumbled against my ear. I could not hold back my whimper when he moved his fingers faster against me. My body instantly grew heated with the need for release.

His lush lips found my neck as I squirmed in the chair, soft whimpers and baby m***s slipping past my lips. His middle finger teased my entrance and I pushed against him, my body begging him to enter and fill me up with his c**k.

“Please, make me cum,” I begged him, his teasing fingers slipping inside me.

My h**s rolled uncontrollably against him as he continued to tease me and the coil in my stomach tightened painfully. I panted, tossing my head back. My p***y was soaked, its juices dripping down and coating the leather of the chair beneath me.

“I love it when you beg. So needy.” Clint taunted me, his thumb rubbing over my bottom l*p as his eyes darkened.

I sucked on his thumb, sinking into his lustful gaze before his hands gripped my neck too tightly.

“Do that again.” He ordered.

“Please, I need you.” Clutching his firm wrists, my eyes watered as his hold on me tightened.

“I need you now.”

He frowned and pinched my clit so painfully that it burned. “What did I say about calling me daddy?” He asked, chiding. “Huh?”

I loved it when he looked at me with dominance and assertiveness. It turned me on so bad. I wanted him everywhere.

“I’m sorry…” I giggled when he sent me a stern look, “…daddy.”

He smiled, the gesture the most beautiful thing I had seen on earth.

I squealed as he shifted his hold from my neck to grip the back of it, tugging me off the chair and towards his desk. Clint moved the clutters of books and papers to the side with a sweep of his arm, and lifted me up the table.

The sound of his belt unbuckling got me excited.

“Do not make a sound,” he instructed. “I do not want the receptionist to know I am in here fvking your little slutty cunt senseless.”

Clint grabbed my legs and forcefully spread them apart. He pushed one of his fingers into my p***y and the little slut wrapped itself around them, letting him know it was ready for his c**k.

I shuddered as I felt the tip of his c**k next, prodding my slick entrance. He did not push in right away. Instead, he slid his length back and forth, wetting his c**k with my juices. I looked on, entranced.

F**k! The thing this man did to me.

Clint slapped his hardened member on my throbbing clit. Once. Twice. Thrice.

“How badly do you want daddy’s c**k?” Clint took in my reaction, his words further flustering me and awakening the deeply rooted need curled up inside me.

“Like air, daddy.” I pulled him closer by the neck, kissing him as he sank into me. I cried into his mouth, his c**k stretching my walls out to fit his impressive size. “I want you now.”

Our h**s met with a smack and he pounded into me mercilessly in one thrust, giving me what I needed to build up the pressure from within. I grabbed onto his wrist, tugging it so he gripped my neck and f****d me hard as my eyes rolled to the back. Oh f**k. I was a gargling mess, whimpering, moaning and ragged breathing.

He pulled back to look at me, his forehead gleaming with a thin coat of sweat. He looked like a s*x god, taking me completely as his. Claiming me as his needy little girl. His eyes sank down to take in our connecting bodies, his eyes darkening as he licked his lips.

“Pretty p***y taking my c**k so well.” He g*****d against me, gripping onto my thigh as he hastened his strokes, making them harder and deeper.

I could not keep quiet as he sped up again, giving me the hard f*****g I craved. Each time he slammed inside, his balls roughly smacked my tender opening.

“Mmm. Oh God,” I m****d.

My insides tightened as I felt the o****m approaching. Biting my bottom l*p hard, I writhed in his arms, my m***s getting louder by the second. “F**k, daddy. Make me cum, please. I need a release now.” I pleaded.

The desk creaked with his rough movements. Just as long as he kept pounding into me, I couldn’t care less if it fell apart beneath us.

“You are taking my d**k like the good girl you f*****g are,” he whispered into my ear, growling as my walls tightened around him in reaction to his words.

I loved being a good girl for him. Daddy.

His loud breathing sounded loud to my ears. We were one at this moment, revealing the dark pleasure of primal s*x. We were two bodies fighting for that one moment of pure bliss.

“S-so close, daddy.”

“You do not have my permission to come yet,” Clint mumbled against my skin, his c**k throbbing inside me as he teased both of us with his painfully slow strokes.

“I need to.”

He kissed me roughly and wrapped his hands around my throat again. “Beg for it.” He commanded, slamming into me and pulling a gasp from my lips.

“Please, daddy.” As the coil of bliss became unbearable, I cried, tears streaming down my face.

“I am your good girl.”

“Look at you. My drooling mess.” He cooed.

I whimpered, begging him to pick up the pace. He tugged my face closer to his and broke his restraints, slamming into my hot p***y with all his might.

“Cum for me, baby. Do not hold back for a second.”

He took my parted lips with his own, shoving his tongue and taking every inch of me. Now that I was allowed, I could not stop it even if I tried. My back arched as the o****m blasted through my body.

Clint did not slow down as he f****d me into oblivion. His harsh thrusts and his fingers rubbing on my sensitive clit prolonged my pleasure to the point where I tried to fight to get away from the overwhelming sensations. He did not let me.

His other hand clamped down on my h*p in a bruising grip, keeping me in place. He slammed into me one last time and held himself there as he spilled his hot, thick cum in my p***y.

I quivered as he pulled out, falling back against the desk and landing on the different documents beneath me. My droopy eyes took in his figure hovering above me, his hand rubbing soothing circles around my thighs.

“That is my good girl.”