I whimpered when his fingers slid between my legs again, spreading my wetness up to my tight back hole. He circled it—then pressed one finger in, just the tip.

“You ever had anything here, baby?”

I shook my head, breath hitching. “No, Daddy.”

“Good.” His voice dropped lower. “First time’s for me.”

He worked the finger deeper, slow and careful, letting me adjust to the stretch, the strange fullness. It burned at first—sharp, foreign—but then it shifted, turned into something hot and needy. He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching me open while his other hand rubbed my clit in slow circles.

“You’re so tight back here,” he growled....