Page 38 of Father Knows Best (A Family Affair #1)

She nods, and fills her hand with my hard cock, moaning as she discovers the slippery tip. Using my arousal, she pumps me, soft moans bouncing around the teakwood walls. “I’m getting him ready,” she tells my son, adding, “but he’s there. He’s ready.”

Blonde hair spills over her face as she turns her head, glancing back at me. “Will you touch me there first? Before you fuck me?”

I nod, not verbally answering, but only because I don’t think I can. Arousal and emotion twist in my guts, clogging my throat. I reach down and stroke two thick fingers up the slit of her pussy, precum spilling from my cock at the way she feels, so soft and slick.

“Avery,” I moan, pressing my lips to the tender spot behind her ear, kissing her there, on her neck, down her spine.

I let my lips roam over the sweet terrain of her shoulders as I slide my fingers up and down her cunt, daring every few strokes to slip my fingertips inside.

She’s swollen and sticky, and my cock is hard as a rock, resting against her ass cheek.

After a moment, I bring my hand to the plug and slowly twist it.

Her back arches, and she clutches Sutton’s hand more tightly in response.

“He’s moving the plug around,” she tells Sutt, who nods, and tucks hair behind her ear. “It feels really good, Sutt.”

I notch my eager cock at her cunt, skating my hand from her ass to her waist, staring down at the toy sunk deep inside. “Are you ready? It’s going to be uncomfortable at first, you have to give it a second, let me make you comfortable, okay? Let me stretch you.”

She nods, gripping my son’s hand more tightly, then murmurs, “I’m ready for you, G.”

The reduction of my name to a simple letter, the intimacy in being nicknamed by her, the heated slide of her cunt–I can’t wait a moment longer, and I sink inside with a groan.

“Ohh,” she moans, her soft cries making the bungalow rattle.

“It’s okay,” I calm her, stroking my hand up and down her naked hip, my eyes pinned on the last few inches of myself not inside of her.

The plug tugs toward her body, and I know she’s adjusting to the strain and discomfort of being so full in both places.

“Give it a minute. Your body will adjust, your pussy can take it,” I tell her, tracing the back of her earlobe with my tongue, my cock pulsing inside of her.

“That word sounds so good on your lips,” she moans. “I love the way it sounds when a man talks dirty.” She takes Sutton’s hand, and tugs it between her legs. “Rub my clit like you do at home, baby,” she orders, and he does.

Slowly, I rut my hips into her from behind, over and over, the bed rattling against the teak walls, the ambient noises of the ocean falling away as her moans gain power and volume.

“How does it feel?” Sutton asks her, still rubbing her clit.

She reaches back, gripping my naked hip with one hand before moving it on top of Sutton’s, feeling him touch her. It’s so erotic the way she wants us both so much, and finds a way to make us both feel wanted and needed while also taking all the filthy pleasure she desires.

Avery is an anomaly of beauty and strength, and emotional attraction spiders through my chest, hitting at the worst time.

I sink my fingers deeper into her hip, focusing on my job.

Fucking her, and fucking her good. I touch the plug and stay focused.

“Avery, your little pussy is so tight. I can feel that plug in your ass when I fuck you. God it’s good. So perfect.”

“G,” she moans, the repeated use of that letter now dizzying me. “Oh my gosh, I’m so full, Sutt. It burns but it feels so good.” Her head tips back as a moan lifts from her lips, my name wrapped in her gentle sighs. “Geo, yes, god you have me so full, G. It feels so good.”

Our flesh slaps as I fuck her harder, giving her more intensity as she begs softly, moaning more, deeper, faster, harder .

She’s insatiable, and the pressure from the plug against my cock is unreal.

Paired with how tight her pussy is, I have to do everything I can to not come, to continue pleasuring her until she’s ready to release.

After all, this is about her getting what she needs.

Sutton slips his thumb onto her tongue, and she sucks it, making a groan erupt from my son.

“You’re okay,” he tells her. “You look so beautiful, Avery, taking what you want, getting what you need.” She licks his thumb and bobs back down on it, making him groan.

“Tell him where you want his cum, baby, tell him where you need to feel it.”

The way my son and I pass around the role of dominant so easily is astounding. Neither of us battle or struggle for control but moreso, when it’s my time to demand things of Avery, I do, and when it’s his, he does. We pass the baton, almost like what we’re doing is meant to be.

She nods, blonde hair tangling with sweat against the cotton pillow.

“Sutton,” she whines, her body trembling against mine as I tug her back toward me, fucking her deeper.

“I want to taste myself and I want to taste him. Please, Sutt,” she begs, voice trembling as I skate my hand up her side, cupping her breast. Supple and soft, I squeeze her tit and pinch her nipple, sending my cock deeper as she cries out for Sutton to make a choice. “Please, Sutt!”

He sits back in the chair, their hands still linked. “You want to swallow his cum?”

She nods, and heat flares in my core, incinerating my insides.

Urgency grips me, and my cock throbs, her tight, wet walls closing in all around me, tightening, milking.

“Avery, you little minx, you’re tightening up.

Tell me you’re not close already,” I breathe, hiding the fact that I’m on the edge, too.

“Show him, before you swallow?” Sutton urges, and then she’s writhing and bucking, her cunt swallowing my dick as she comes in wild, unabashed waves.

“Sutt,” she draws his name out on an insistent moan, and I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking about the flowers on the arbor at the wedding, and the sand in my shoes at the end of the night.

I think about anything but how tight she is, how good she feels, how perfect I fit inside of her.

“I’m coming, oh my god,” she breathes. She wiggles against me, riding out the last traces of her orgasm before I tug her hair gently, earning me an over the shoulder glance.

“Stay on all fours,” I tell her, my words a raspy warning as I slide out of her, glancing down at my glistening, creamy cock.

“You’re all over my cock, look,” I tell her as she abandons Sutton’s hand to turn around on the mattress to face me, still on her hands and knees.

“Clean it up and you’ll get a reward,” I tell her with a wink, flexing my abs as tight as possible to divert blood flow from my cock.

I don’t just want to unload in her mouth—each time I’m with Avery, I want to give her the experience of a lifetime.

So she remembers forever, no matter where we end.

She traces the red crown of my cockhead with the pink tip of her tongue, lapping at the streaks of arousal left from her pussy. I grip her head, losing my fingers in her soft hair, and guide her up and down my length with gentle force.

“She’s hungry for it, isn’t she Sutt?” I ask, keeping my eyes on Avery’s open, full mouth.

“Yes, she is,” he says, sounding smoky and faraway. I realize, that’s how he sounds when he’s aroused. I don’t look up at him, because what we’re doing isn’t about us. Instead, I stay focused on Avery, and the way she curls her tongue around the base of my cock.

“I want it now, G, please,” she begs, swirling her tongue around my balls as I stroke my cock over her face.

I plunge myself into her mouth, with every intention to pull back out and tease, but when she makes a noise of approval in the back of her throat, I lose all hope of edging us.

Gripping her head more tightly, I hold her eyes with mine. “You ready?”

She nods, and I take her face in both hands, and watch her face as I cum, each hot, thick spray making her eyes flutter. My spine grows wobbly and the back of my neck hot as I watch, each shot of cum earning me a seductive moan. When I’m done, I tip her face upward and slide out.

“Show him,” my son says.

She opens her mouth slowly, revealing a mess of white on her tongue.

My cum. In her mouth. I dip my finger in it, and trace her lips.

Blue eyes on mine, she closes her mouth and faces my son, bringing his hand to her throat.

He holds her there as she swallows, and he gets to his feet, taking her face in his hands. “Tell him thank you.”

She knees her way back to me, and kisses me. I taste myself, but I don’t care, because kissing Avery is the sweetest thing. Her lips are pliable, and when her tongue curls into mine, and she infuses my chest with a moan, I break the kiss, and the spell.

“Thank you,” she says quietly.

I smile. “Let me take your plug out, and help you clean up.” We get off the bed and go to the restroom, where I remove the plug and wash it at the sink, back in my terry robe. She slips back into hers, too, then begins using the restroom, holding it up around her waist.

I eye her on the toilet, white robe all around her face as I stand at the sink, washing my hands. “I would have given you privacy.”

She arches a brow playfully. “Do you want me to have privacy?”

I shrug. “I want you to get what you want, Avery.”

Her smile makes things come alive beneath the robe. “I’m glad you’re here.”

In the room, we join Sutton in bed, with champagne and fruit.

We talk about the ceremony, how everything turned out, how great Kat and her pink hair looked in her tux, and how dreamy the altar photos will be, with the sunset and beach creating the ultimate romantic backdrop.

We talk. We laugh. Sutton and Avery make love, and I find myself lying next to them, eyes closed, enjoying the tender noises. And eventually, we sleep.