I was close already, the coil in my belly tightening fast. My walls fluttered around his thick fingers, gripping them desperately.
“I’m gonna come—Daddy, please don’t stop—”
“Come then,” he ordered, voice commanding. “Come all over your stepdad’s fingers like the dirty little brat you are.”
The orgasm hit me hard. I cried out, body shaking as my p***y clenched and pulsed around his fingers, gushing slick down his hand and onto his lap. He kept fingering me through it, drawing out every wave until I was a trembling, whimpering mess draped over his thighs.
When the last aftershock faded, he slowly withdrew his fingers. I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty. He brought his glistening hand up where I could see it, then deliberately licked my juices off his fingers, eyes locked on mine.
“
