I gasped sharply, walls clenching around the invasion. It didn’t hurt—there was no awkward jabbing or scraping. Just smooth, deliberate pressure as he curled his finger upward, searching, stroking a spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“f**k—Daddy!” The word tore out of me louder than I meant, and he chuckled darkly, adding a second finger before I could catch my breath.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take Daddy’s fingers. Feel how wet you are? This p***y was made to be played with properly.”
He pumped them slowly at first, scissoring gently to stretch me, all while his thumb kept working my c**t in those maddening circles. The dual sensation was overwhelming in the best way. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, hotter and deeper than anything I’d ever felt from a guy my age. Every str
