Page 35 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

Tears leak down her cheeks. Her hips buck a little, and she subtly grinds down on him a bit more, clearly seeking more depth, more penetration.

He tips forward, giving her more, making her eyes roll back.

“She’s coming, Sutt. Her tiny little ass is clenching all around me, fuck she’s coming hard,” he tells me, thick lines of strain forming in his throat as he clenches his jaw.

I told my father he could finish inside of her, so I’m surprised when he pulls out, and slaps his cock to her ass cheek, stroking his release out over her bare back, grunting and twitching. She sighs, lids fluttering as she smiles up at me, enjoying the warm spray of his cum over her flesh.

Our mouths find one another, and we’re so lost in our kiss that when it breaks, my father has already gotten to his feet, tucked himself away and wiped Avery up.

He’s in the bathroom, washing the plug he took out of her ass when I find him, and I stand in the doorway, staring at his reflection until my presence startles him. We lock eyes in the mirror.

“Thank you,” I tell him, unsure of how to adequately thank him for giving my wife something so intimate.

“For agreeing to this, moreso, but for tonight. Not just now but earlier, too.” I stroke my hand through my hair and shake my head, fatigue of the day and emotions of the night causing my shoulders to droop. “Thank you for everything, Dad.”

He places the freshly washed plug upside down on a clean hand towel and points to it. “Don’t put it away until it’s fully dried, and it should be stored in the bag it came with.” He extends his hand to me, and I take it, and we shake.

“It’s a strange thing to be saying you’re welcome to but you’re welcome,” he says, straightening. The partial smile slips from his lips as he stands up straighter. “Thank you for trusting me enough to be the solution .”

I smile then step aside. “I think it’s okay if you and Avery have your own goodbye.” The subtext sits between the lines, and he reads it easily, clapping a hand to my shoulder, nodding.

He disappears into the suite, and there’s hushed words, Avery’s soft laughter, and then quiet. Peering around the corner, I see her face in his hands, their lips intertwined, their eyes closed.

When they’ve ended their embrace, I walk him to the door and watch him step into the hall, and stride to the elevator, to go back to his room.

Sliding the chain on the door, I turn to find Avery, disrobed again, completely naked in front of me, wearing nothing but her ring. “Kiss me,” I tell her.

Rocking to her toes, she kisses me, and it’s better than the kiss at the altar. It’s slow and tender, and she feeds her fingers through the back of my hair, reminding my body how on edge I am.

“Make love to me, Sutt,” she whispers, and those are the last four words she speaks for the next hour.

I scoop her up, placing her across the bed.

She watches me with hungry eyes as I undress, stripping down to just my boxers.

I move for the light, but Avery makes a noise from somewhere in her throat, a hesitation, a blip, something that stops me.

I turn, taking in the sight of Avery’s bare breasts and pinkened pussy as she’s stretched over the mattress, golden hair strewn over the pillows.

She’s a goddess in the flesh, perfection personified, and I know exactly what she wants.

Leaving the light on, I shove down my boxers and ignore the cramp of discomfort that numbs me from head to toe at being completely nude.

I reach for my cock and stroke it, my skin burning from her eyes being on me.

Crawling over her, I slide over her, into her, filling her body with mine, filling my fingers with her soft hair.

We don’t talk, and I don’t whisper things to her.

But I fuck her slow, rolling and rutting my hips without cadence or reason, taking my time.

She moans and whimpers beneath me, running her fingertips over my face, tracing my lips and touching my eyelids.

She cries some, tears leaking out as I tease, withdrawing and sinking in, over and over.

I reach between us, and stroke her soft little pearl–the hot bundle of nerves at her apex, the way I always do, but this time, when she unravels for me, I come undone, too.

I see her cheek on my knee again in my mind as she unspools beneath me, clutching my shoulders, grabbing at my arms. I think of how good he made her feel a few moments ago, and how good I’m making her feel now, and when she tightens, I let go.

Thrusting deeper, I come hard, my eyes snapping shut as she clenches up all around me, milking me, begging for my baby, starved for my cum.

When she’s exhausted, full, and limp beneath me, I slide out of her, and bring a cool towel between her legs, absorbing my spilled seed. I flop down next to her, and catch her hand, bringing it to my lips with a kiss.

“I love you,” she says quietly.

“I love you, too,” I tell her, my voice soft.

And for the first time in our lives, we fall asleep together naked.