Wanting Daddy
The manner at which I was wet by that point could be compared to a mini dam.
“I'm sorry, baby girl,” He replied, “Are you okay with just a finger or do you want more?”
Exhaling shakily, I looked down again and shook my head in negation, before realizing that I needed to use my words.
N-No, daddy. I want more. I want your big, fat cock in me.” I rambled out, without an iota of shame.
As good as my finger felt, it couldn't be compared to Benjamin's, not to talk of his dick.