I wake up to Daddy’s fingers already inside me.

It is still afternoon. Soft light comes through the half-closed curtains. I am lying on my side in the master bed, one leg bent, and he is pressed against my back. Two thick fingers move in slow, deep strokes, curling against the spot that makes my breath catch. His cock is hard against my ass.

“You didn’t clean up,” he murmurs against my neck. “Good.”

I can feel the dried mess from earlier still sticky on my thighs. He adds a third finger and stretches me open, working the leftover cum deeper. My hips push back without thinking. He chuckles low...