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.

“Fuck—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 pussy 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 clit in those maddening circles. The dual sensation...