[ and then family shit explodes everywhere, i swear to freaking God... ]
She'd never been fond of gentle sex. No, Devon Forrester-Carrington liked it hard, rough, and absolutely anywhere she could get it. Her father was her favorite, of course, and she'd been bent over every hard surface in the mansion and still couldn't get enough of him. Daddy was always best, after all.
Blake's admission had her smirking beneath him, stilted little wiggles of her hips designed to keep him buried in her and interested for more, regardless of the time. "Oh, really?" she quipped to his claim, licking her full lower lip coquettishly. "Not even for that Italian model you romanced last year?"
A publicity thing, or some such; Devon hadn't really cared. The woman had been gorgeous, yes, but terribly dull in all other areas, and once her father attained whatever PR he'd needed from the liaison, she'd been cut loose. "She was pretty, I guess, but talking to her was like having a conversation with a hot air balloon."
Then her father was kissing her, stifling her editorials in favor of sucking on his tongue and moaning, blinking a little dazedly up at him afterward. Devon gasped as he hilted inside her again, instinctively clamping down on his cock, thick in her. "You know you're always number one, Daddy," she purred in a throaty voice, winding her hands in Blake's hair and pulling him down for another long kiss. "Mmmm...nobody else even comes close to you..."
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She'd never been fond of gentle sex. No, Devon Forrester-Carrington liked it hard, rough, and absolutely anywhere she could get it. Her father was her favorite, of course, and she'd been bent over every hard surface in the mansion and still couldn't get enough of him. Daddy was always best, after all.
Blake's admission had her smirking beneath him, stilted little wiggles of her hips designed to keep him buried in her and interested for more, regardless of the time. "Oh, really?" she quipped to his claim, licking her full lower lip coquettishly. "Not even for that Italian model you romanced last year?"
A publicity thing, or some such; Devon hadn't really cared. The woman had been gorgeous, yes, but terribly dull in all other areas, and once her father attained whatever PR he'd needed from the liaison, she'd been cut loose. "She was pretty, I guess, but talking to her was like having a conversation with a hot air balloon."
Then her father was kissing her, stifling her editorials in favor of sucking on his tongue and moaning, blinking a little dazedly up at him afterward. Devon gasped as he hilted inside her again, instinctively clamping down on his cock, thick in her. "You know you're always number one, Daddy," she purred in a throaty voice, winding her hands in Blake's hair and pulling him down for another long kiss. "Mmmm...nobody else even comes close to you..."