The pads of his fingers fumble around until they reach my core, then shove my panties aside.
When he touches my pussy, I shudder with a sharpbreath. As if he just found what he wanted, a smile forms across his lips, wide and unrestrained.
“So fucking wet…” he whispers.
“Do something about it, Mr. Griffin.”
He whips his head toward me and plants a kiss on my neck until I shiver. “Oh, I will, wife.”
With an eye of caution on the opposite side of the sofa, I slowly jack him. Sliding up his length and then back down. His breath breaks like he’s trying not to make a sound and failing anyway. He dips his fingers to where I need them. One on my clit, pressing, stroking, flicking… The others traveling deeper. To my entrance. Teasing.
I lose patience. Tighten my grip. Push him faster, testing how much he’ll take before he stops me. Squeeze him harder. Jerk rapidly. Let my thumb graze over the thick head of his cock, picking up a bead of moisture and spreading it along his length.
He sighs, chest rising and falling rapidly.
His fingers plunge inside me. I bite back a squeal at the thickness of his intrusion. To settle me, his thumb presses against my clit, rubbing exactly how I need.
We begin to battle. The quicker I handle him, the deeper he delves.
His eyes dart toward my parents, specifically my dad, every so often. Then he turns toward me with a look of aggravation, indignation, and utter, unrelenting need.
It’s one of thehottestlooks I’ve seen on him.
“Who will finish first, tulip? Will it be you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
But the way he’s moving his hand makes me think…it may be.
“I love this part,” Mom suddenly exclaims, and both Apollo and I freeze.
Everything in me locks. Not breath, not movement—nothing. Like if I stay still enough, the moment won’t shatter.
She glances back at us on the sofa. We both swallow. Then nod.
“Yeah. It’s a good one,” Apollo chokes out, and I whimper an echo to his sentiment.
If I thought my rule-follower husband was going to play nice now that we were almost caught? I was so wrong. He works me into a frenzy. The wetness between my legs is audible. At least to us.
Dad snorts loudly in his sleep, but Apollo doesn’t stop. Not even as I yank him harder. And faster.
Both of us racing to outdo the other.
Apollo leans over, his warm breath hitting me like an ocean wave. “I want to suck on those little nipples so fucking bad right now. Come inside you. Fill you with my baby.”
His body twitches.
So does mine.
I have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming. The pressure snaps. Everything inside me spills over at once—too much, too fast—until I’m biting down on the sound of it.
He goes rigid under my hand—control gone in a single, brutal second. Pulsing. Throbbing. Exploding all over me.
“Fuck!You’re making me come…in front of your parents. Youfilthygirl.”
I grip the back of his neck and shove my lips to his so he’ll stop talking. Stop making the heat burn in my body. I need to calm down.
Warmth spreads all over my hand as he sprays me with his cum. His fingers are saturated with mine.
