When Devon came, at least with him, Blake had learned, the moment was always an especially explosive one, and he'd come to crave being able to watch and be the cause of those spectacular reactions. On his desk that evening, his daughter didn't disappoint, making more than enough noise to justify the room's soundproofing, and sending contracts and spreadsheets spilling everywhere. Blake lapped at the girl's clit and thrust his fingers into her all through the orgasm, prolonging and intensifying it until he felt her sink down.

He met her devilish, greedy grin with one of his own. "You know I could never deny you anything, sweetheart, especially when you ask like that." Drawing his fingers out of Devon's pussy, he ran them over his tongue before pressing them to her lips in turn.

Standing between her parted legs, Blake eyed the wild, wanton teenager on his desk, as hungry to be fucked as he was to fuck her, which meant delay was the last thing on his mind. Grasping his aching-hard shaft, Blake pressed the head against Devon's entrance and pressed himself inside of her, groaning at the slick heat that welcomed him.