Chapter 2
“Oh f**k, Daddy, it feels so much better than mine,” I whimpered, my legs falling open wider, inviting him deeper as he added a second finger, the added thickness stretching me with a delicious burn that had me moaning louder, my nails digging into his arm.
He curled those fingers inside me, rubbing firmly against that sensitive ridge that made my vision blur and my breath hitch in my throat, his pace remaining unhurried, drawing out every sensation until I trembled beneath him.
“Better because it’s real, baby, daddy’s fingers are made to own this p***y, to teach you how to take c**k properly,” he said, his voice rougher now, laced with lust as he watched my reactions, noting every gasp and twitch.
Sweat slicked his forehead, a bead rolling down his temple, and he leaned in t
