Daddy's Little Girl

54. Yes, Daddy!!

KEIRA'S POV

It was silent at this point as we both sank into our thoughts. 

I had never seen Clint this way, so disoriented, so helpless, so vulnerable. I had somehow forgotten that even though he was a therapist who helped people with their problems, he was a human too who had problems of his own. It made my heart clench that he had no one to talk to.

I suddenly realised how much I needed to drink too. I had had a shitty day, I could as well get drunk.

I walked straight to his bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler. Returning to the table to sit across from him, I poured myself a drink and gulped the entire glass at a go. I let the drink settle before pouring myself another glass. 

Clint watched me as I downed glass after glass. He was drunk, I knew. It showed in the way his eyes drooped. But it was hard to tell if one did not know him well enough. He sat composed, just watching my every move.

I was sipping my fifth glass when Clint broke into a hysterical fit of cough. I jumped from my seat urgently and stumbled to the kitchen. I quickly filled a glass with water and carefully, but hastily, returned to him.

I rubbed his back in soothing patterns as I fed him the water. He shot me a grateful smile and enclosed his palm around mine on the glass.

That tiny gesture had my body buzzing to life, and my pussy thrumming in excitement. I shook the thoughts out of my head. I had just cried to my mother about getting better just a few hours before, only to turn around to want this man to fuck me now.

Get a grip, Keira.

"Do you feel better now?" I inquired when he emptied the glass.

He nodded affirmatively, holding onto my palm for just a bit longer. When his eyes found mine, I could see the vulnerability they held. I had never seen anyone so sad.

He maintained eye contact and removed the glass from my grasp, keeping it somewhere on the table. Then he gently pulled me in between him and the table, wrapping his arm around my waist and resting his head on my bosom.

While my fingers played with his soft brown curls and his neck, his fingers drew tentative lines along my waist and spine. I was not sure how long it was until our ragged breath and the loud beating of my heart was the only sounds my ears could pick up in the room.

My blood sang in my veins as his fingers burned a hot trail of desire in its wake, leaving me an unmarked minefield. I was not sure how long I could hold on without his lips on me. I wanted him everywhere.

"Keira," he groaned, running his nose along my belly.

And as if he had read my mind, his hands snaked into my blouse and up my bare skin. I jumped at the feel of his warm fingers against my body.

God! They felt so good. His palms.

In a flash, he had discarded my clothes and underwear, leaving me completely bare to his hungry eyes and possessive touch.

He lightly grazed my stomach with his fingertips, before his hand travelled down the backs of my legs.

He then let his fingers travel up as high as the bottom of my panties, which stopped about halfway down my butt. He pushed one of his fingers in between the material of the underwear and pushed it up higher, exposing more of my skin to his touch.

"Hmm..." I hummed in pleasure. Clint was tormenting me and I was up for it.

Using his other hand, he lightly moved his fingers across my chest, slowly pushing them into the softness of my cleavage. I pushed my breasts out against his hand as if begging him to go further.

Clint watched in lascivious hunger, as my boobs jiggled enticingly. He let his hand go immediately to them, grabbing and squeezing firmly.

"Ah!" I squirmed under his touch and he squeezed even tighter, causing me to cry out as he held tightly to my breast. "Oh fuck!"

"How does that feel?" Clint asked, his voice a low rumble.

In response to his question, my nipples protrude prominently, already rock hard. When Clint grabbed them between his fingers and lightly tugged on them, I let my pleasure be heard loud and clear.

"Oh fuck yes, Clint!" I panted. "Gaawwwwwwwwd yes!"

We stayed like that for a while longer, him toying with my nipples while my pussy pulsed, my juices already soaking my inner thighs.

Clint watched me in adoration as he roughly manhandled my boobs. He seemed to especially love my facial expressions, the ones I made when he pulled too hard on my nipples, or when he kneaded my boobs together.

Soon his lips closed on one of my nipples while his hands spread my legs apart. 

"Holy fuck, Keira!" Clint growled. "You are already so wet."

The hot air that fanned my nipples made them pebble tighter, as he ran a finger along my slit, very gently gliding it along my wetness. He eventually let it come to rest on my clit and held it there.

My response was immediate. My fingers dug into the table for dear life as I pressed herself down hard against his finger, grinding her clit against him.

Sweet mewls escaped my mouth. No longer able to resist the temptation, I motioned for Clint to stand which he did. Soon, I was lunging for his shirt, tearing the material open.

He did not need a memo to discard his trousers and in a flash, he had thrown me on the table and wrapped my legs around his waist. He then plunged his rock-hard dick into me, and without further hesitation, began to pound into me.

"Oh god, Clint!" I cried out as he swirled his hips in my cunt, causing several waves of pleasure to crash down on me. I moved her hips vigorously in rhythm with his pace, my boobs slapping against each other.

His fingers dug into my waistline as he completely buried his cock in me, pushing as deeply as he could into my warm pussy. The feeling was the most amazing thing in the world.

"Yes, Daddyyy!" I screamed out as two fingers pushed easily into my soaking wet pussy. My body began to tremble beneath him as I let out moan after moan of pleasure. In no time at all, my whole body seized up and I gripped the hair on the back of his head tightly.

"Oh fuckkkk!" We both screamed as I pushed my hips hard up against his pelvis. Clint just held position and let me finish my orgasm, my pussy slightly pulsing around his dick and fingers.