"You okay, baby girl?" Dad asked me worriedly. He had no idea the vibrator was roaring inside me.
He thought I was just sick, trying to check my temperature—but his thumb accidentally brushed the remote under my blankets.
The vibrations kicked into overdrive. A moan tore out of me before I could stop it.
Dad leaned closer, his clean, his warm scent flooding my nose, short-circuiting the last of my sanity.
I couldn't resist anymore, pressing his hand against my burning place.
"Dad… please help me."
