The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter, his fingers curling perfectly with every thrust, thumb never letting up on my clit. My thighs started to shake uncontrollably, hips grinding shamelessly against his hand as I chased the building orgasm.

“I’m close—Daddy, I’m so close—”

“That’s it. Let go. Come all over Daddy’s fingers like the good little slut you are for me.”

The words pushed me over the edge. My second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping a cry from my throat as my walls clamped down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses. “Daddy! Oh fuck—Daddy!”

He kept working me through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out...