50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
One hand tangled in my messy hair, holding me exactly where he wanted while the other slipped between us, thick fingers finding my soaked folds.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he growled against my lips. Two calloused fingers slid up and down my slit, teasing my clit before pushing inside me slowly. I moaned into his mouth, clenching around the invasion. He was thick—thicker than any guy I’d been with—and just his fingers stretched me deliciously.
He pumped them in and out at a maddeningly slow pace, curling to hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. “Look at you, riding Daddy’s fingers like a little slut already. This tight college pussy needed a real man, didn’t it?”