Blake gave a short, sharp laugh. "Marina? God, if you thought she was dull to talk to, you should have tried fucking her. I'm not entirely sure she ever bothered to get close to breaking a sweat the whole time we were 'dating'." The model wasn't the first woman the Blake had all but contracted to appear on his arm and in his bed in order to make sure he kept up the persona he and his publicists had cultivated and that no one suspected his favorite piece of ass was his under-age daughter.

That low rumble in Devon's voice sent a shiver through Blake that he was certain she'd feel moving up his cock and right into her pussy. Like most little girls, she had her Daddy wrapped around her little finger. He was just the lucky bastard to have her wrapped around his cock. At least usually.

"Mmmm, and people think I spoil you. What would they think if they knew I'd rather be in you than anywhere else in the world?"