Daddy's Little Girl

Keira’s POV.

I had so many plans for my Saturday afternoon and none of them included being stuck in this hall full of men in their forties and fifties who felt that playing golf was some fun activity. For a Saturday!

But after everything that had happened in the past few years, the most I could do was let Dad know that I was there for him also.

I felt someone watching me and I searched through the crowd discreetly to see who it was. My eyes fell upon an unfamiliar face. His tall and athletic build towered over everyone in the room. His electric blue eyes on me made me suddenly feel hot in my light clothes despite the air conditioning that had been installed in the small meeting room.

Something in me liquefied at his stare and I held tightly onto my wine glass, pressing my thighs together.

He donned a pastel blue hoodie over white shorts, coupled with a pair of white sneakers. The beautiful man stood across from me in the lobby facing the green pitch, sipping from a wine flute.

His medium-length hair, a curly brown mop, fell casually over his forehead and his long deft fingers constantly raked them backward. The stubborn strands, however, only returned to his forehead, like that was where they were meant to be.

Strangely, I found myself agreeing with them. I should be the one who put them in their place, testing their texture and holding onto them for my dear life while he plunged those fingers into me.

I watched his handsome face break into a pleasant smile as he interacted with the other club members, even though he moved around the room, his every move oozing strength and control, he would occasionally look over to where I was.

Almost as if he knew I was watching him also.

I felt bound to the floor as soon as this hot stranger moved from where I had seen him last to where I was now. I let out a soft sigh of relief as I realized he wasn’t coming here for me. He moved towards a woman somewhere close to us and the moment he spoke, more heat pooled in my thighs soaking my panties. His voice was a low baritone rumble that reverberated through me, not minding the distance.

As I imagined him talking dirty and whispering sweet nothings into my ear with that hypnotic voice of his, I felt myself losing control quite quickly.

His honey skin glistened under the light, tempting me to get some of that ‘honey’ on my tongue. And my pussy clenched some more at the thought.

“Is he a new member?” I whispered in Papa’s ear, nodding at the man.

“Nope,” came his curt reply and I wondered why it seemed like papa didn’t want to say much about him.

This man was beyond yummy. The only problem was he seemed to be older than me by a decade or two. I had never had anything to do with someone that older. And yet, it did not stop me from wanting him.

His gaze on me had not dropped when he began walking in my direction. Every step he took seemed to make me lose some part of my sanity. Did he know what he was doing to me?

“Good evening, Kane.” He had stopped before my dad and stretched a hand to Papa who gladly took it.

“Hello. How are you enjoying the evening?” I knew Papa smiled at him.

“As always.” He smiled back at Papa, then returned his attention to me, where they belonged, where I wanted it to always be. Only on me.

I chugged down my drink next, in an attempt to compose myself but the alcohol only seemed to heighten whatever it was I felt at the moment. I picked another glass from a server walking by and sipped on that one.

“Won’t you introduce me to the pretty lady, Kane?” The man asked.

My heartbeat intensified. I was over the moon. He fucking thought me to be pretty.

Papa chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Keira. She is in college. Keira, this is Clint Homer. A club member and now an investor in my company.”

They cheered for that, clinking their glasses.

“Clint Homer,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Keira.” He put out his hand for a handshake and I tentatively took it. “You have such a beautiful name.”

His voice had dropped an octave, a tone I found very sexy, as he held my stare. His thumb caressed my palm slowly, every stroke sending my nerve cells into overdrive. I might as well climax from just his touch. My body protested when he released my hand.

He looked at my father this time and said, “I will see you around.” With that, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Those words, however, felt like they held a promise for me. An unspoken promise I was more than willing to bank on.

“Okay, guys.” Papa clapped his hands to quiet down the noise and gain everyone’s attention. “It is time for the games to start,” Papa announced and the members cheered.

I did not feel his gaze on me anymore, so I peered stealthily at him through my lashes. He was conversing with a woman seated beside me and I felt something prickle my chest. That could not be jealousy, could it? I hardly knew this man.

“The rules for the tournament are…” Papa read them out from a sheet of paper in his hand.

I drowned him out, my mind racing with naughty thoughts of Clint Homer. My nipples had pebbled and I sneakily brushed across them through my chiffon top in an attempt to hide them, but they only tightened more, arousing me.

I was so turned on that I needed an immediate release. The temptation to leave here and get myself the relief I was aching for was so great at the moment.

But something about watching the man in my line of sight kept me glued to the screen.

“And now, let the games begin,” Papa declared and as the members applauded, they filed out onto the pitch leaving only escorts like me on the sidelines.

The game was in full swing and Clint seemed to be leading. He never missed any shots. It was not so surprising as he seemed to be the youngest in the group.

He soon stopped for some water and I shamelessly watched him. His Adam's apple bobbed as the water went down. I wished I was the water, quenching his thirst forever while I became one with him. Once he was done, his eyes found mine and he dabbed his lower lip with his tongue before winking at me and returning to the game.

That was it. I had to do something about my flaming cunt or I would explode right where I stood. There was no way I could hold on any longer.

“Are you okay, Keira?” Papa stood before me and I blinked in surprise. I had not seen him approach. “You look flustered.” Then he looked around.

I nodded vehemently. “Y…yes Papa. I.. I am…Can I use the restroom?” I garbled.

“Yea sure. You do not need to ask for permission.” He gave me a concerned look as I rushed into the building.

I took the familiar path to the restroom, entering a stall and closing the door behind me. I looked into the mirror, panting heavily. And I flushed even hotter seeing my nipples on full display. I could only hope father had not seen that.

I rolled one nipple between my fingers. “Fuck!” I gasped, electricity lashing through my body.

My pussy slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put me in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while I dealt with him.

With the image of Clint Homer in my head, I quickly discarded my top, exposing my luscious breast and flat tummy, dotted by a navel piercing. My throat went dry as I imagined that it was Clint’s warm tongue on my nipple.

I shut my eyes, groaning softly when I pinched the rosy buds hard. My boobs were one of my body’s most attractive features and it didn’t help that they were sensitive as hell.

My pussy dripped at the action. I rubbed my legs together, aiming at some friction.

I instantly popped the button of my shorts and let them fall, exposing my pulsing cunt. Sitting on the furry toilet seat, I ran a finger up my slit. I let out a satisfied sigh as my fingers grazed my clit. My eyes closed shut and my head fell back at the burst of sensations I felt.

“Ah…shit!” My fingers rubbed vigorously on my sensitive clit.

“Fuck! Clint!” I envisioned Clint there with me, his tongue on my juicy pussy, lapping all my cum as I neared a climax. “Oh my god!” My fingers rocked harder, faster even.

My moans rose in intensity, filling the enclosed space but I did not care. I rocked my hips in careless abandon, riding my palm like my life depended on it. “Fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkk,” I screamed.

My mind conjured up the perfect image of what Clint would look like underneath those clothes and I imagined it was those strong firm hands pushing into me like they wanted to take me to the heavens.

“Yes, Clint. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, daddy. Just like that please,” I whimpered, feeling so close to the edge.

I pinched my nipple and clit simultaneously as I came furiously, a loud moan escaping my throat.

This had to be the best self-given orgasm I had given myself in a long time, no doubt.

Shit! I rubbed down my torso leisurely as my body rode out my orgasm. I smiled to myself and worked on pacing my breathing.

My eyes flew open at the creaking sound of the stall’s door. I yelped in surprise, pressing my legs together and hiding my breasts behind my folded arms.

A cold shiver ran up my spine. Shit. Had I forgotten to lock the door?

Clint Homer stood before me, the door shut behind him. And locked this time.

How long had he been here? Did he hear everything? Darn my fucking libido.

“W…what are you doing here?” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze.

I had never been one to shy away from my sexual wants or pleasures. But at this moment, curled up naked in front of this man that I had just used to get an orgasm after less than an hour of meeting him, I definitely felt a bit of shame flood through me.

His eyes darkened as he took me in, his voice a raspy whisper as he said, “It’s alluring how you say my name, Keira.”

Keira’s POV

“Say it again,” he commanded.

My pussy moistened all over again at the sound and command of his voice. He stood still at the door, eyes taking me in a determined look. He knew what to do next, what I wanted him to do, but he was making me wait.

My hands had relaxed a bit around my breasts and I could feel the obvious change he had in his stance to seeing my full and firm boobs without anything in between.

“Say my name, Keira. The way you said it a few moments ago,” Clint repeated himself.

His palms had tightened to a fist like he was restraining himself. I did not want him to. I wanted him all over me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me, and then fucking me senseless. I needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then fuck me I was going to moan it out aloud.

Looking him dead in the eyes, I bit my lips sensually and called out his name. “Clint.”

He swallowed and I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I swallowed too, wondering how big and warm his dick would feel in my mouth. The thought caused my stomach to tighten and I licked my lips, shifting a bit on the toilet lid. Why was he still standing over there?

“Drop your hands and spread those legs. I want to see all of you.” He instructed.

I obeyed him, the promises of what he could do to my body far greater than my sense of reasoning and so straightening my back and firmly holding my spread thighs. I look back up at him.

He stalked towards me unhurriedly, like I was his prey, taking his sweet time to scout me out. He seemed to enjoy my body’s reaction to every move he made, as every step he took only heightened my anticipation.

He stopped in front of me and I had to throw my head back to look at his face. Damn, how tall was he? Six feet? Seven feet?

“You are not a minor, are you?” He asked out of the blue.

I knew I was five-three but did I really look that young?

“No,” I responded. I had intended the answer to come out with a lot more resolution, but it came out as a mewl instead. “I am twenty-one.”

“Good!” was all he said and he pulled me to my feet and crashed his lips on mine.

I relaxed as I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his lips leisurely massaging mine and his tight grip on my waist. My bones melted. He tasted even better than I had imagined him to. Like honey dipped in alcohol, refreshing yet intoxicating.

One hand found my neck and encircled it, applying just the right amount of pressure while he kissed me slowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across my lower lip, seeking entrance. I obliged, shivering when his tongue touched mine. He sucked on it, crushing me to his body like I was not close enough.

I felt fly. How could a stranger make me feel this way?

With a chaste kiss, his mouth trailed down to the base of my neck and nibbled on the spot. My legs turned to jelly and I struggled to stand. Thankfully, his strong arms held me up, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my neck.

When I was a hot quivering mess, he licked up my neck, feather-like, to my ear. Kissing and biting on the lobe, he said, “Your legs can’t hold you up any longer and I have not even touched you yet..” His hands grabbed my ass and he slapped one cheek.

I yelped and stifled a moan. His voice and his words. Damn. I stared at him with lust-filled eyes and a dripping cunt. I was a needy woman and I did not fail to show him just how much.

He smirked and suddenly, I was in the air. He had lifted me and gently dropped me on the water tank, then he sat on the toilet lid in between my spread legs.

He sucked down my tummy, his tongue teasing my piercing while his fingers pinched my nipples. I shivered.

“Your body…is gorgeous.” He whispered, the compliment resounding through me. “...and you are so fucking sensitive.”

I nodded, holding tightly onto the tank, maintaining eye contact, breathing heavily as I felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nested his head between my thighs, blowing hot air on my pussy.

And without any more preambles, he licked his tongue up my cunt, causing me to moan loudly.

“Aren’t you such a slut? You are wet and dripping for me,” He drawled out, his voice husky and lazy. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he lapped my clit slightly and then went on to knead my boobs and stroke my aroused nipples at the same time.

I jumped when his tongue soon found my hole, plunging into it and fucking me with short jabs, his assault on my breast not relenting one minute. I grabbed his thick curls for dear life as I rode his tongue ferociously, my screams resonating in the stall.

“Yes yes. Just like that, Clint. Do not stop please,” I cried, my eyes shut tight as I reeled in the pleasure.

“You like that? You want more?” He replaced his tongue with three fingers, pumping into my pussy hard and fast. “Yea, baby. Ride those fingers like you own them. Fuck. You are so beautiful.”

His lips enclosed my pink bud, sucking hard on it while I pulled on his hair, his fingers in me going at lightning speed. Fuck. I felt my eyes roll behind my head as I experienced orgasm after orgasm.

I screamed as I felt another climax coming. “Oh my God, Clint.” I held onto him, my body spasming.

He kissed my pussy and then retracted his hand from my slick core. I saw stars when I opened my eyes again. Clint had sat upright, licking his fingers clean of my juice.

That was hot. I nibbled on my lips.

I started to reach for my pants when he caught my hand midway, his firm eyes pinning me with their intimidation.

"And who says I am done with you yet?" He questioned.