Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
She reached the table with the jug of water, face flushed deep red, eyes blazing as she slammed it down in front of him.
“Here’s your water,” she hissed under her breath, glaring daggers at Shawn while their dad obliviously munched away.
Their father extended his cup toward her with a casual nod. “Thanks, kiddo.”
Ally steadied the jug over it, trying to focus on the simple task, until Shawn’s thumb casually flicked the remote again.
A sudden, powerful pulse ripped through the vibrating egg, stronger this time, buzzing relentlessly against her swollen G-spot.
Her whole body jerked violently, a sharp gasp tore from her throat as water sloshed over the rim, splashing across the table.