I nodded, pressing my forehead to the cushion, cheeks burning. “Yes, Daddy… I’m sorry, I just—”

“Don’t apologize.” One thick finger slid through my folds from behind, gathering my slickness before circling my entrance teasingly. “This pussy is mine tonight. Been mine for a long time, even if you didn’t know it.”

He pushed one finger inside me slowly, and I moaned loud enough that it echoed off the house. He was thick—thicker than my own fingers, stretching me just right. He added a second almost immediately, scissoring them gently, curling them against that spot inside me that made my toes curl.

“So tight,” he growled. “How many boys have...