Keira’s POV
He was not done with me? What did that mean? I did not think he was going to fuck me in this tiny toilet, but honestly, I was up for anything he had to offer.
Totally anything.
"Turn around for me and bend over," Clint demanded.
I climbed down the tank and ambled over to the sink to do as he had instructed. The anticipation of what he was about to do sent a faint blush up my cheek. I was so hot and ready for this man.
My cunt was open and on display, letting him see my liquid wetness running down my inner thighs. He brushed my swollen clit gently, teasingly, and I shuddered from the small touch.
"I need you. I need your dick inside me."
I heard his zipper coming off and he slapped my breasts. The both of them jiggling slighkty at the force and a paint hue of pink coated them.
"You would take whatever I give to you. Understood?"
I nodded quickly, too turned on to even speak. He grabbed his dick and positioned it at my entrance, sliding his length up and down my wetness and teasing me wantonly until my legs felt weak from the torture.
“How bad do you want it?” He asked.
“Clint please.” I begged.
He gripped my hair and pulled my head up until I was resting on his shoulders, my torso perfectly arched.
“It’s daddy to you. Understood?” He growled in my ear, two fingers on my clit. And i could have had an orgasm right there just from the dominating look in his eyes and that command alone.
"Yes, daddy," I breathed. "Please…please fuck me daddy.”
His first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bandage and I screamed at the sudden fullness. “Ahhhh…oh my god.”
"Take it like a good girl." He grunted as he started to move inside me. His grip on my hair had not lessened and his assault on my sensitive bud had not relented, as he fucked me too hard.
“Your pussy is so tight and wet for me….Such a good girl.” He bit down my neck.
I tried to stay silent as he fucked me, yet groans escaped me at the feeling of his cock inside me.
"Please, D…daddy." My whimper ended in a moan. I could not yet decide if I hated his rough thrusts and how he took me or if I enjoyed it.
"What is it?" he asked, not once stopping his harsh thrusts. My whole body rocked forward every time he slammed inside me.
"Please slow down."
Slapping my ass with both hands, he kept me in place as he pumped into me with great speed. "You do not get to decide that."
The damp air was thick with sweat and my arousal and I held onto the sink, my insides about to burst from the heightening sensations.
Clint found my clit and pinched it hard. I yelled out the fresh pain, and my body tensed for a second.
"You are not allowed to cum."
"B…but I need to," I whimpered breathlessly, feeling lightheaded as he slammed into me from behind.
He smacked my ass. "What you need to do is to follow my orders." Then he leaned over and whispered in my ears. "Show me you can be a good girl."
Clint wrecked my pussy as he continued to slam inside. He pulled out when he neared his orgasm, spilling his sperm all over my ass cheeks until the last drop.
He finally released my ass and dragged up his pants. Our laboured breathing filled the store while I basked in the euphoria of the just concluded activity
“As long as I would like to stay here with you all night, we have to go now. The games would have ended by now.” Clint threw me off my thoughts.
Oh shit. I instantly remembered we were at the golf course. I had totally forgotten.
“Right.” I responded, none of us making an effort to move as we just gazed at each other. Do I kiss him? To engage him in another mind blowing session. This time with me doing the giving. My eyes glanced at his shorts and saw the bulge still prominent.
When I wanted to make a move on him, Clint stood and adjusted his shorts. He smirked down at me, like he had known what I was about to do and had succeeded in foiling my plans. I gave him an innocent smile.
“You should get yourself cleaned and dressed now. See you around, Kiera.” He said as he unlocked the door and walked out, ensuring to shut it behind him.
I stared after him, and after a beat, I slipped on my clothes. My ponytail had loosened and I had forgotten to bring my purse along with me when I rushed into the bathroom. It would have helped with an extra hair band and makeup to retouch my look.
Welp! I had to improvise.
I washed my face clean of my smeared make up and raked my fingers through my auburn mid length waves. Nodding at my reflection in the mirror, I strutted out the restroom.
True to his words, the game had ended. Papa was not around the field or lobby, and neither was Clint. I found my way to the garage and located my father’s car. He sat in the driver’s seat, worry etched on his face.
“Is everything alright, Kiera?” He asked as soon as I slipped into the car.
I kissed his cheek. “Yes, Papa. I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I had the runnings. Did you see my purse?”
I asked, switching the topic.
“Yea. Back seat,” he replied as he turned on the ignition. “Would you like us to stop at the med store? Pick something for your runnings?” He asked.
“No, Papa.” I leaned on the window, looking at the dark sky. “I only need a good night’s sleep.” I added, my mind running with thoughts of Clint Homer and how to see him again.
Keira’s POVI groaned at the annoying ringing of my cell phone. Blindly reaching for it on my bedside table, I peered through one eye to see it was my best friend calling me up at 7:45 am on a Monday. Usually when it is a school day and my classes are in the afternoon, I always sleep in. Natasha knew this so I wondered why she was calling me this early. Begrudgingly, I slid my thumb across the green icon. “What?” My groggy voice questioned. “Do not tell me you are still in bed, Kiera,” Natasha’s calm voice sounded over the phone. “Okay, I will not,” I responded sleepily. Natasha heaved a frustrated sigh before reminding me. “Kiera, your appointment with the therapist is today by eight thirty.”Sleep instantly vanished from my eyes. Those words woke me up. “Oh shit.” I shot up from my bed, putting my friend on speaker phone as I scrambled to the bathroom, grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. “Did you really forget? I thought this was supposed to be a big day for us. The
Keira’s POVHe had not changed a bit. Except this time he flexed a pair of monochromatic glasses, and an orange shirt with its top two buttons open. He looked very yummy and my mind was already buzzing with naughty ideas. But I stopped my reeling thoughts, red hot anger washing over me instead as I watched him. Was this some kind of a sick joke? I saw a glint of shock in his eyes as he shifted in his seat, repositioning the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What the hell is this?” I could not contain my fury. “Is that my file? Did you know about me before now?” “Calm d…” he tried to say but I was not having it. “Do not tell me to fucking calm down. How could someone who was willing to get down with me on the first day be my therapist? How exactly are you supposed to help me?” I raged. How stupid did I seem to him right now?He looked apologetic as he raised his hands in surrender. “Hey…take a breath. This is not what it looks like.”I scoffed, giving him a death glare. “So y
Keira’s POVMy foot pressed down on the accelerator as I zoomed past cars on the way to school. My knuckles had turned white from holding the steering wheel too hard as I remembered how he had dismissed me. “Our session has come to an end. You can meet the receptionist for a new appointment.” Then again, like a promise, he said. “See you around, Kiera.”I had never been so sexually frustrated in my life. How dare he tease me like that? I began to regret not leaving his office the instant I knew he was Clint Homer. There was no way that man would help me. Seeing him alone made me want to strip naked and fuck the hell out of him. And with the stunt he pulled today, it was only a matter of time before I actually slipped into insanity. I needed a release. I would not function well today if I did not liberate myself from this pent-up frustration. As soon as I parked my car in a spot, I stormed to my department and barged into the office of my course advisor, the youngest professor in th
Keira’s POVThe remaining four hours of my day in school had gone by painstakingly slowly. My mental exhaustion was at its peak, and I could not wait for the last class to be over. As I shot the lecturer dagger stares, my notepads were already filled with stick doodles. Thankfully, she ended the class after thirty minutes, but not without dropping off tons of assignments and paperwork to be submitted next week. I hated this woman. Grabbing my stuff, I walked out of the classroom, and as I approached the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was Brendon. “Hey boo.” I chimed after plugging in my ear pods. “Kiera. How is it going? Where are you now?” “Parking lot,” I responded. “Oh. I will be there in a minute. Wait up.” He said and hung up. I walked to my car and sat on the hood, searching every face that passed by for Brendon. Some students passed me with scared looks, while some gave me disgusted glances. It was only the guys I had slept with in the past and those who dreamed o
Keira’s POVPlease, Clint. Please fuck me today. My brain seemed to chant. It was my second appointment, and I still could not help but gape at the sexy Greek god, who regarded me silently. He sat behind his work desk donning a pair of glasses and a white coat. The silence in the room stretched and I was beginning to feel embarrassed under his gaze. I shifted uncomfortably, lowering my gaze. I wondered what was going through his mind. If he could see through me and think I was cheap and desperate. When I thought he would not still speak, he said. "Sit, Keira. Let us talk." He said. I obeyed, crossing my feet at the ankles. He looked at me with amusement swirling in his blue eyes. I reciprocated with a straight face, trying so hard to hide the embarrassment I felt. After the pleasantries, he probed. "Do you usually feel jealousy or attachment to all your sex partners?" I shifted in my seat. "Not at all," I replied. His smile softly. "You remember we agreed you would tell me no
Keira’s POVWhen I kissed him, that was his undoing. His eyes had darkened into a deeper shade when he broke away from the kiss, and I could see he wanted to do dirty slutty things to me. And I was more than ready for that. Hopeful even. I rolled my hips 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 moans 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 cock. "Please, make me cum," I begged him, his teasing fingers slipping inside me. My h
Keira’s POVWe had thirty minutes before our session ended, which meant more intense fucking. I was slightly sore, but I could take more of his cock if he were still willing to give it. And from the look on his face, I had a feeling he was not entirely done with me yet, and he had better not be."Come here, beautiful. Let us see what else that mouth can do besides moaning for me."My eyes went to his cock, and I licked my lips at how big, stiff and veiny it was. I felt satisfied knowing I made him hard just sitting pretty opposite him. I began by holding his cock in one hand and licked the head. A loud mewl escaped my lips. He felt painfully good. I smiled at him before leaning forward to envelop the entire shaft in my mouth. I rocked back and forth on my knees, sucking on the big, hard cock in and out between my lips.Although his cock was huge, I could take his entire shaft inside my mouth. His hard cock throbbed and jerked, and the first big vicious gob landed on my tongue, and I
CLINT’S POVKeira waited for me at the reception hall while I briefly met with a colleague. I had offered to drive her home because I was free for the rest of the day, and she looked exhausted from our intense session. Our steamy, intense session. I had known I would fuck her again from the first time she had walked into my office, and I just did not know how fast I would act on it. She got to her feet when I walked out of my office, sending me a smile with the slight curve of her lips. Lips that wrapped around my cock only a few moments ago and choked on it. I could never get that image out of my head. "Are we ready to leave?" she asked. "My car is in the parking lot. Follow me." The receptionist at the front desk typed away on her computer and did not spare us a glance, too engrossed in whatever she was doing to notice us. There was no indication that she heard Keira and me fucking in the other room, and I still had trust issues with my soundproof doors. I could not stop mysel