Page 34 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

Holding my eyes, she nods her head, then lifts one hand from the floor where it’s braced, and reaches for mine. Interlocking our fingers together over my knee, she sinks her eyes into my face as my father sinks the toy inside of her.

She lunges forward, gasps, even lets out a cry of pain which has my spine stiff and my eyes wide. “Is she okay? Are you okay?” I ask, our hands still linked.

My father smoothes both of his hands over the globes of her ass before sinking into her hips. She jerks back into his groin and whimpers, our hands pulling apart. “She’s okay,” my father says. “You’re okay, right? It burns a little but it feels good already, doesn’t it?”

Avery nods, staying on her hands and knees as my father gets to his feet, coming to stand in front of her.

She waits, and so do I, as he takes off his belt slowly, lying it across the bed.

His hands at his fly, the sound of his zipper descending has my heart racing, and I stay focused on Avery’s gaze, centered on his hands.

He reaches inside of his slacks, and though her head provides cover to what he’s doing, I know in a few seconds he’ll be out of his pants, exposed, right in front of her eyes. And mouth.

I swallow against the sudden knot of jealousy in my throat, and let my eyes fall closed for a moment. A memory flashes through my mind, one of Avery, tugging her blonde hair aside as she leaned over my lap, sucking my cock into her mouth for the first time ever.

She’s good at oral sex. The best I’ve ever had.

Avery is gentle in the way she cradles my cock with her tongue, sucking on the tip when she knows I need a composure break.

The way she drags her fingertips over my balls, tugging them when I grow close to orgasm, or how she traces the veins in my shaft with her tongue–that always makes me impossibly hard.

She goes hard and deep on it when I’m nearing the edge, but otherwise is erotic and tender.

My eyes pop open, settling on my father’s fingers in her hair as he guides her mouth onto his cock. He thrusts his hips forward, as she braces her hands on his groin. I stare at the wedding ring glittering on her finger as she gags and mewls on him.

“Ah, there, there’s the back,” he says, stroking hair away from her face. “Reach back, pull yourself open, show Sutt what’s making you feel so good, won’t you, darling?”

Darling. I wondered if some personal nickname or term of endearment would shake loose from all this change, and all I’d hoped was that it was something new, not a name I’ve used, and that he didn’t make it sound better.

I realize as he guides her down on his length that there’s nothing that he can do that is better than what I can do, because we’re providing elementally completely different things.

Different experiences.

Her ring is what I see first–the one glittering on her finger, the stone that called her name when I spotted it beneath the glass six months ago.

She peers back at me, over her shoulder, dark lashes contrasting the pale velvet of her cheeks as she blinks.

I wink then she faces him again. He fills her mouth and throat, he holds her shoulders and she reaches back, gripping each bare cheek with a hand.

Heat explodes in my groin as she pulls herself open, exposing the black rubber end of the plug, her ass shiny from the extra lubricant.

My father guides her up and down on his cock, his shoulders flexing and torquing from his guidance.

She makes a few noises—breathing, gagging, enjoying .

My groin tightens at the sight of the plug nestled between her cheeks, the bulky base inside of her, tucked away.

She lets go, and braces her hands on the floor.

I focus on his hand in her hair, the silky tangles woven between his tanned fingers as he nudges her down and up on him. With his cock in her throat, he reaches forward, making her gag as he swats her bare bottom.

“Look at that,” he tells me, though he doesn’t look anywhere but Avery’s face. “Look at your wife’s perfect ass.” He takes her by the chin, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. “You ready for me?”

She nods, and he hollows her throat with a tug of his hips, gripping himself at the base.

“Turn around, face your husband and hold his hand.” Before she obeys, he bends at the waist, his lips hovering right in front of hers.

“Show me what I taste like,” he rumbles, and her mouth seals to him a hot second.

She moans and he swallows it, and a moment later, Avery’s fingers are woven with mine, draped over my knee.

She blinks up at me, pink cheeks and swollen lips, so much happiness in her expression.

“You ready for it?” I ask her softly, leaning forward to trace the angelic curve of her profile with the back of my knuckles.

She nods. “Yes.”

I lift my eyes from my wife, and pin them to the man behind my wife.

He’s stroking as he peers at Avery’s shaved, wet pussy, put on view by the arch of her back and pop of her hips.

Smoothing his fingers down her ass, he must find the plug because she gasps a little, then nods for him to continue.

I watch the shiny plug roll in a half circle for a moment after my father plucks it from Avery’s ass and tosses it aside.

He notches himself behind her, on his knees, silvering hair wild and messy.

“Remember how big I was in your mouth?” He asks her, his eyes coming to mine.

I don’t feel anger or jealousy but rather, pride that he gets to discover these erotic, sexual parts of my perfect, incredible wife.

“I’m gonna feel a lot bigger back here.” He pumps more lube and strokes himself, before asking, “Are you ready?”

She’s sucked his cock. It’s too late to say “there’s no going back now” but as our eyes come together over Avery’s bent over, bare body, I realize that this is it. If we take this step, there is no undoing it. No pretending. No going back. We’re forever different after this.

I give him the nod to continue as Avery whimpers for my father to “Do it, please.”

He thrusts his hips, fingertips sunk into her flesh as he guides her back down on his length.

Avery cries out.

My father groans.

And I let out one, long, exacerbated sigh.

“It’ll hurt worse if I don’t move, so I’m going to start moving, okay?” My father asks, and Avery bobs her head, her fingers so tight around mine that I smooth my thumb over her white-knuckled grip. I take her chin, and lift her eyes to mine.

“You look gorgeous right now,” I tell her, swiping at the tear that rolls down her cheek. “How do you feel?”

She bites into her bottom lip and I look down at her breasts swaying with each thrust from behind.

I reach between us and grab one of her breasts, kissing her as I do.

She moans into my mouth, whimpering and sloppy.

“So good. It hurts but I like it, so, so much.” She turns, looking over her shoulder at my father, whose eyes have not left the place where his body joins hers.

“I need my clit touched,” she says to him, whose eyes come to mine, searching for approval.

We talked about a few things, but we didn’t discuss everything.

I nod.

He reaches around, and his eyes roll back as his hips come to a stop.

Avery’s head falls forward, and the only noise in the room is my father’s fingers between Avery’s wet pussy lips, stroking through her arousal.

After a moment, he starts to move again, fucking her harder, his strokes more hurried, less cautious.

“Yes,” Avery moans, and I take her chin in my hand, and force her face to mine as she screams her pleasure. “Fuck me and rub me, Geo, oh, just like that.”

Fuck me and rub me . My cock thickens. I’ve never been the recipient of her dirty words, and I’m not sure that those hurled at me in the heat of the moment would send me over the edge.

But my father picks up his pace, sweat glistening on his forehead as his groin slaps her ass, his breathing chaotic and rough.

He likes it, and watching him take pleasure from her, and milk every drop of pleasure out of him—I glance down and find myself hard, my cock shamelessly pressed against the fly of my slacks, begging for my attention.

I cross my legs, hiding it, somewhat confused by just how much I enjoyed watching the two people I love most take and give each other what they need. It’s erotic, far more so than I expected.

“Mm,” he groans. “Your ass is fucking tight, hell .” He slaps her bare bottom, knocking a moan free from her. Her hand slips from mine, but she claws at my thigh, resting her hand on my knee as her eyes find mine, wet and wide.

“Sutt, I’m gonna come,” she tells me, then rests her cheek against my knee, holding onto me and the floor as my father slams into her harder and harder, chasing his own orgasm.

I stroke hair off her face, and slip my thumb into her mouth, and she sucks it as her eyes snap shut, unbelievable pleasure taking hold of her. Her body trembles as she moans on my thumb, my father growling and groaning, one hand on her hip, the other still reaching around, playing with her pussy.

“You’re going to make me come, this ass is too good, so tight,” my father growls, just as Avery’s eyes open again, locking onto mine.

“I’m close, Sutt, oh my gosh, I’m close, ” she moans, holding her cheek to my knee.

“You are so sexy, Avery,” I tell her as I watch her face twist with desire.

“You’re taking it so well,” I tell her, surprised at how cooperative and agreeable she was while he fit himself inside.

Avery is a small woman, and while I’ve never been where he is, I can only imagine how it feels for her.

“You’re doing so good, baby, I love you so much. ”