The idea of a threesome with that hot Italian number was...interesting, but only for a small moment. She'd never do anything to bruise her father's public image, even though her penchant for scandalous behavior everywhere else was very nearly legendary. But all in all, she loved her father dearly and never wanted to be a problem rather than a princess.

So, she kept her innate jealousy firmly under wraps whenever Blake "dated"; she knew he'd always be coming back to her before very long. They were addicted to each other, after all. And no one, no one fucked her like her father fucked her.

She felt him surge inside her again and she giggled, running her tongue around her lips teasingly. "You do spoil me," Devon affirmed lightly, squeezing her thighs against his waist, loving their post-coital teasing. "And I love it when you spoil me, Daddy." She hitched a soft breath, still so very sensitive from such a rough pounding, but more than eager for more, anytime, anywhere.

"They'd be jealous bitches, no doubt," was her giggled response, "and blue-balling bastards." She drew fingernails up his flanks, curving around Blake's hips to bite into his ass. "Wanna suck your cock, Daddy," she breathed in a lusty voice. "Then fuck in your chair." Devon lifted her head just enough to lick at Blake's mouth, silently begging. "Wanna?"