carrington_atlantic | Family Business [for justlikejezebel]

Family Business [for justlikejezebel]

If you did just about anything today, like charge your phone, ride an elevator, drive your car-- chances are, Carrington Atlantic had something to do with it.

Small companies become large companies, which become corporations and conglomerates, which can become empires. Blake Carrington stands atop one of those empires, controlling massive amounts of the energy produced, transported, and utilized in North America. And like anyone who rises to such heights, there have been people that Blake has had to leave behind. Sometimes, it's been by his own choice, and sometimes not.

Devon's mother actually falls under both categories. A minor affair from Blake's younger days produced a beautiful daughter, and for the first several years of Devon's life, she was thoroughly spoiled and doted on by her wealthy father, even if her mother wanted as little to do with the Carringtons and their empire as possible. Mother and daughter moved across the country without warning, essentially vanishing overnight, and cut all ties until Devon arrived on Blake's doorstep, now a beautiful girl in the bloom of her teens, to let him know that she would be living with him now.

Blake had been overjoyed. Devon had always been Daddy's girl before, and there seemed to be no changing that now. Even when that soon came to mean so much more.

Six in the evening at the Carrington estate, and Blake his tapping away at the laptop on his massive desk in his home office. The door swings open, and before he can look up, he hears it close and lock. A smile breaks wide across his face when he sees it's Devon, just returned from school.

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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.

She lapped at the fingers he pressed to her lips, tongue coaxing them between and sucking them dry. Anticipation flamed low in her belly, sending a siren's smile curving her mouth, and Devon tossed her head as Blake came to stand between her spread legs, tilting her hips to take him just right.

Wet enough that there was no resistance, just smooth and hot, the girl moaned and rolled her hips when her father penetrated her, clasping his waist with slim bare thighs and hooking her ankles behind his hips. She licked her lips, incensed with how he filled her so well, and clenching tight around his cock every time he impaled her on it.

"...Daddy..." she couldn't help but moan again, bucking her hips in counterpoint to his long slow strokes.

Devon knew just how to shift and offer herself up for him, of course. They had lots of practice now, and the desk underneath her had seen far more than its share of action for a mansion that boasted over a dozen bedrooms to choose from. Blake himself certainly liked the excitement of it.

He groaned as he sank into his daughter's hot, slick, velvet sheath. Blake knew that if he spent the rest of his life fucking Devon (which was the plan), he'd never tire of the feeling of first plunging into her pussy. "Oh... oh, honey... oh fuck, you feel so good..."

Blake's hips began to rock, driving the full length of his cock into Devon with every thrust before pulling back until only the very tip of him was left inside. The way the girl moaned for him made his dick twitch within her. "Fuck yes... oh, I love fucking you baby girl..."

Hearing her father's usually carefully modulated voice panting filth while he fucked her atop his business-littered desk sent Devon moaning as her head fell back and she bucked up into Blake's deeply thrusting hips, begging for more, more, more. She stretched her arms above her head, fingertips grasping the edge of his desk for leverage and she spread her legs wider, lifting her thighs high so that he rammed her right there, jerking her slightly with every deep, hard piston of his cock inside her.

Long hair strewn across the papers which still managed to survive their obscene activities, Devon ran her tongue around her mouth and one hand released the desk to plump a firm, youthful breast and pinch the dusky nipple with eager, eager fingers, catching her father's eyes with green eyes gone glassy with heady desire.

"Mmmm...Daddy...harder, Daddy...ohyesGod--fuck me fuck me fuck me--!" she whined and panted, tight muscles rippling over his cock greedily, enticing him to give her all of it, and she draped both long legs over his arms, splayed wide open and all his for the taking.

For the most part, Carrington Atlantic was a nearly paperless company. Blake only kept hard copies of documents and memos partly out of stubbornness, and partly because fucking Devon on his desk just wouldn't have the same ambiance without things for them to scatter and sweep off it in their passion. He grinned as Devon raised her arms, the position lifting her lovely breasts as if she were displaying herself for him.

That thought seemed to be confirmed when the teenager started to grope herself, her eyes locked on his. "That's fucking sexy, baby girl," he grunted. "Play with your tits for Daddy..."

They were rocking and writhing in perfect time now, the steel length of his cock plunging into the tight, searing confines of Devon's pussy over and over again. "Yes.. oh yes, baby... oh yes, fuck, yes," Blake babbled as as Devon moved her legs. The shift in angle and one savage thrust drove his length into her cunt right to the hilt. "Come for Daddy, honey... let me feel you come all over my cock..."

Perhaps she was just wired wrong, but Devon adored being filthy for her father. The absolute best times were whenever she could pull him away from business to molest her tender little body in one of their wild marathon sessions. Such as sucking his cock while he was on the phone with his corporate managers, or climbing astride his lap in the backseat of the limo on their way to some boring fundraiser.

And this--this she loved, being flat of her back on her father's big desk while he pounded her like a piston, growling obscenities which never ceased to drive her absoutely wild. Smirking to his enticement, Devon brought both hands to her breasts, squeezing the soft tanned flesh with her fingers and rolling the nipples between her thumb and forefingers. A slack moan escaped her parted lips, jerking her hips up off the polished wood to meet Blake's powerful, deep thrusts, so close to reaching that next high.

She began to whimper and gasp, jolted a little bit higher on the desk every time he slammed his cock into her, but her body was greedy and wanton, clamping down on his stiff length with each relentless piston of him into her. Panting and shivering, Devon abandoned one of her breasts and that hand slithered down her slick stomach to rub at her clit, throbbing and hard beneath her fingertips.

That final stimulation coupled with Blake's ruthless fucking did the trick: throwing her over into a shrieking orgasm that shook her from head to heel, thigh muscles shaking as her hot little body locked down on her father's cock, milking him with slick deep ripples as she quaked and wailed.

If Devon's penchant for perversion was her nature, then clearly it was inherited, as Blake himself took no end of pleasure from the fact that the red-hot, sex-crazed creature he was fucking senseless as often as possible was his own daughter, a teenager at the center of all his most depraved desires. How many days had he sent Devon to school with a load of his cum inside of her, so full she was probably dripping down her thigh before lunchtime? How many times had he clamped a hand over her mouth or around her throat to keep Devon's cries from alerting Anders?

Blake watched with rapt attention as his little girl did as she was told, mauling her perfect breasts for his viewing pleasure, the sight making his rock hard shaft twitch inside her pussy. A moment later, she improvised the show, expensively manicured fingers drawing tiny, quick circles around her clit. He felt the telltale throb of her walls around his shaft, and a moment later, his darling daughter was cumming hard around his cock.

"That's it... that's my girl, that's it baby... come for Daddy, show me what a good little girl you are..."

He pumped feverishly, knowing that the edge was rushing up soon for him, as well.

[OOC: Hi there :) So, long story short, RL decided to be a real asshole for a while. But I'm slowly getting back to a decent schedule for RP and while looking through threads I vanished on, I wanted to see if you might be up for continuing. If not, totally understood and no hard feelings at all. Hope things have been good for you.]

There had been attempts, early on, to find ways that their fun might be kept quiet, in a literal sense. But Devon had always been a particularly vocal little girl, and their trysts brought out the growler in Blake and the dirty talker in both of them. And so they contented themselves with installing a bit more soundproofing in this room and the bedrooms, and with relying on the utmost discretion of the household.

Blake watched as his daughter's fingers danced skillfully over the pearl of her clit, and when she sailed over the edge of climax, he let out one of those growls. "Fuck... oh fuck yes, baby... oh fuck, I love to feel you come..." Devon's pussy gripped him hard, vise-hard, as she came around his shaft, which continued to pound at her body without stopping.

She was a vision in those moments. Blake loved to watch her come, too, loved watching her beautiful face express all the pleasure rushing through her body, full lips parted wide to let out her cries. "Good girl... such a good little girl for Daddy," he murmured, "feels so good to fuck you."

[ so RL and work decided to kick my ass this past week, ye gods, it never rains but it pours, i swear. BUT! I am definitely up for threading, so all the things? i'm still interested in maybe a few others, if you're up for it? <3 ]

Only with her father were her orgasms this intense. There were times when Devon honestly thought she might pass out, and she had gotten light-headed enough to do so a time or two. Maybe it was just their shared blood, maybe it was just their similar intense passions, who knew? But her back arched in a perfect bow off of Blake's desk, the girl keening a score as she quivered through her mind-shattering orgasm, ruthlessly strangling her father's cock each and every time he plowed back into her wet, slick heat.

Hearing the filth pouring from his lips only prolonged the intensity, stringing her out for several breathless minutes until she finally, finally, began to come down, only to clench tight still around Blake's invading shaft, still pumping away as he chased his own release. To help expedite that, Devon relaxed back on top of the desk, spread her legs wide, swiped two fingers between them and brought them to her lips, sucking them deep into her mouth as she caught her father's gaze with lust-dazed eyes and a siren's smile.

"...Daddy..." she moaned around them, running her tongue up and down the slick digits after withdrawing them with an obscene slurp. "...mmmm, come in me, Daddy, pleeeease..? Fill me all up again..."

[OOC: Absolutely! Just let me know what you're thinking!]

They really were a most combustible combination. The forbidden nature of it all, combined with the fact that Devon was unequivocally the best lay that Blake had ever had, always fused with the sheer animal lust that the girl brought out of him. Those times when she'd been close to losing consciousness from climaxing? Her father had been pistoning in and out of her body, his eyes narrow and full of a fire that had nothing to do with actual thought. She'd made him a beast, or a machine, built for nothing else but fucking his daughter until he came, or they both blacked out.

He adored the dirty talk as well, and when Devon combined it with the deliciously dirty things like she was doing in that moment, elegant fingers slicked with her own juices, tasting her own come and begging for his in turn. Blake could only roar in answer, lost to the primal heat of his cock slipping back and forth in her. With a loud grunt, Blake's cock swelled and he drove his hips viciously hard against Devon's body.

His muscles tensed, three, four times as he spilled his seed into Devon's pussy, his come jetting into her with a force that felt like it was turning Blake inside out. After the first heavy thrusts and the smaller tremors that followed, it was all he could do to keep from crushing the girl under him as he sagged to the desk.

Regardless of how their "sessions" began, almost inevitably they ended just like this. With the teenager spasming, jerking, panting, begging for her father to fuck her into oblivion, and her patron roaring like some sort of fell beast as he obliged her. She was shaking with post-coital spasms, still riding that razor-edge of climax, when her father unleashed that animal sound and flooded into her, the girl whorishly bucking her hips yet again, begging for all of it.

But she eventually floated back down to some semblance of reality, running her tongue around her mouth and sliding her trembling legs down from Blake's back to his hips, moaning in satisfied pleasure to feel him still buried tight and thick inside her. She draped small arms over his quivering shoulders, dragging her nails over flushed skin, and chuckled, dark and wicked.

"...mmmmm...Daddy," she moaned again, slowly undulating her lower body beneath his, "...I love it when you fuck me like that. So fucking good..." She impishly tightened her walls around his cock, milking him a little bit more. "Wanna keep your cock, Daddy. Keep it all to myself..."

Blake forced his breath to slow down and deepen as he came down from the high of his climax. Every time they fucked, it was like being cracked down the middle by an explosion, and he'd come to crave the powerful orgasms he always had while buried inside of Devon's pussy.

The rake of her nails on his skin drew a low hiss of approval from him, and Blake looked down at the disheveled and beautiful girl laying beneath him, teasing him with little rolls of her hips, ensuring that his cock stayed rock hard inside of her. "And I love fucking you that way, baby girl. Daddy's never come so hard as he does for you."

He leaned down and kissed Devon. "Oh is that so? Well, if you wanted to claim this cock, I'd have to insist the same for this pussy--" Blake twitched his hips and drove himself a bit into her.

[ 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..."

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?"

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?"

Once or twice, the women who hung off Blake's arm mentioned something vague about just how close father and daughter seemed to be, but nothing ever came of it. If anyone had ever gotten even close to suspecting, they wouldn't be around for another second longer if Blake had anything to say about it and being Blake Carrington, he always did.

All of Devon's touches kept his nerves lit up, making sure he didn't relax so far that he might need some actual recovery time from their fucking, and he laughed inside at just how well his daughter could play him. A virtuoso, she was.

He hissed when Devon's nails pressed into his rear, then grinned. "How could I possibly say anything but 'of course I do'?" Reluctantly, Blake stepped back, sliding his now half-hard dick free of the teenager's pussy, the air cool on its slick girth. He dropped into his chair and crooked his finger at Devon. "Come and get your treat, little girl."

Although there was definitely a reward waiting in her father's chair, Devon took a minute or so to moan and squirm on top of her father's big desk, loving the debauchery of the entire circumstance. Mmm, but she felt so very wicked, naked and used and splayed across Blake's place of business. She was definitely wired entirely wrong, but fuck what other people thought, damnit.

As long as they kept their little secret, though, they could be as obscene as they liked, however, wherever, and whenever. Maybe she could persuade Daddy for a weekend in Monte Negro, or a few days sailing off the Italian coast. Hmm, not a bad idea, really.

But first, she had other things to do. Such as lick her lips, plump full breasts a few times, just to keep herself close to the edge of pleasure, then slither down to her knees in front of her father's chair, immediately sucking his cock deep into her mouth, moaning around the thick shaft.

The teenager coiled her tongue around the stiffening flesh between her lips, snaking a hand between her thighs to push fingers deep, the other cupping a firm, full breast and plucking the tight nipple with deft fingers while her head moved up and down, mouth tightening and easing in a filthy rhythm.

Blake had never in his life met anyone who reveled in pleasure, especially of the illicit kind, with the kind of utter abandon that his darling Devon showed nearly every time they were together. It wasn't simply that the sex was good-- because it wasn't good, it was astonishing-- but she found the thrill and satisfaction multiplied ten times at least knowing that it was her father with whom she was indulging in such carnal pursuits.

And really, Blake wasn't any different. Not if the power and magnitude of the orgasms he had with Devon were any indication, since they were always orders of magnitude greater than with any other woman.

He watched his daughter writhe and tease herself with a broad smile. Blake considered giving his cock a few idle strokes to keep it ready for her, but he knew Devon would need no help getting him hard again. When the girl sinuously descended from the desk and devoured his cock in a single gulp, that much was proven true. "Oh... oh, fuck, sweetheart... goddamn, you suck Daddy's cock so good..." he all but babbled.

[ hi, hope all's well, and have a tag? <33 ]

Her future was already secured, being scion to one of the world's mos successful businessmen. She knew her father would never remarry; she'd always be the only female of any importance in his life. Which suited her right down to the ground, especially since the "boys" with whom she toyed were just playthings, not even suitable to grace the same ground as she, let alone place a hand to her skin.

No, only her father had that unquestionable right; Blake's touches always lit her afire, kindled an unquenchable flame in her loins that only he could sate. And it took much to satisfy her, but never once had he complained about her appetites. Not when she rode him in their private plane on a flight across the Atlantic, or he pounded her ass on a train across Western Europe, or when she sucked his cock deep on a cruise ship in the Aegean.

And his delicious cock was deep in her throat now, slick, thick, and hard, and she bobbed her head up and down slowly, letting him almost free before descending on him again. Tongue laving the turgid flesh as she worked him over, Devon sent her fingers deep into slick flesh, bucking her hips on her own hand. Her suckling and slurping was loud in the office, accompanied by her father's filthy talk, sizzling in her ears and driving her that much harder, that much hotter.

Moments later, she lifted her head, let Blake's cock free with a slurp, and ran her tongue around her lips, but curled her tongue around his wet length, nuzzling beneath it to tickle his balls with the tip of her wicked tongue. She peered up at him from between his legs, already hot and wanting. "Can I ride you, Daddy? I wanna ride this hard cock so bad..."

[Hiya! Things are better, and I'm getting back into the game, so this is perfect timing!]

Blake was far from the first or only middle-aged one percenter to have a hot young lover, and he definitely wouldn't be the last. It was certainly the kind of fantasy that many men entertained, the idea that even into their fourth or even fifth decade they would still be virile enough to satisfy a woman half their age or less. But if the talk he'd heard over cigars and bourbon or even in the cliche steam rooms, the majority of his peers who tried couldn't keep up the pace for very long.

For him, though, Devon was more like a supercharger than a drain on his energy. Every time she took his cock inside of her, no matter how, Blake could go as long and strong as he could when he was 17, maybe even more. And so indulging his daughter's every lustful whim, feeding each of her animal desires was as much for himself as her. They'd logged noise complaints and paid for hotel room damages in nearly every major city on the planet, and still somehow no one suspected a thing.

Of course, looking down from his chair, seeing his precious girl's head bobbing furiously up and down his shaft and driving his cock into the back of her throat, Blake didn't think he'd care in the least if anyone found out. And then, she actually found a way to turn him on even more.

"Then get that pretty little ass of yours up here, sweetheart, because it's all yours."

[ so glad to hear! nice to have you back again! ]

Devon giggled, running her tongue around her mouth again as she slithered up from her spot in front of her father's chair, but rather than plop right down in his lap - as she always loved to do - she instead gave a slow little twirl, bent at the waist, braced her hands against the edge of Blake's desk, and slowly lowered her wanton little body down atop his cock, sinking tight and taking him completely to the hilt.

She tossed her long hair over her shoulders to stream down her smooth, arched back, giving her father a full view of her filthy actions, swiveling her hips in sinuous circles as she moaned in whorish bliss. "...Daddy...mmm, you always fill me up so good.." The teenager tightened her walls around her father's thick cock, milking him in dark delight.

When she couldn't take any more teasing, she began to bounce her hips, using the desk for leverage to rock up and down, impaling herself on Blake's hard shaft, the sounds of their fucking tantalizing in her ears. Devon rocked back to lie against his chest, still pumping herself up and down, and grabbed for his hands to full them with her aching breasts, the nipples tight and hard and so sensitive. The teenager licked and lapped and sucked at Blake's ear, moaning and whimpering while she undulated all over her father's lap, tight, hot, and so slickly wet for him.

He'd expected her to straddle his legs and sink down on his shaft like usual. One of her favorite games was to grind down on him from that position and tease him with her breasts, keeping them just out of the reach of his lips, tongue, or teeth. Instead, she turned, bending over to momentarily frame the dark, swollen length of his cock with her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

A few moments later, that ass was pressed against Blake's thighs, his dick lodged deep in his daughter's cunt. She moved with more sinuous grace than any stripper who'd danced on his lap, gripping his length at different angles with every roll of her hips. Blake groaned loudly, reaching down to give Devon's pert cheeks a few hearty slaps before the girl leaned back.

"There's nothing I love more than having my pretty little girl taking my cock... such a good little slut for your Daddy, and you always have been."

He didn't hesitate to fill his hands with her tits, and he wasn't gentle with them either-- pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples to draw out the cries he loved so much to hear. "Are you going to come all over my cock again, baby?"

[ I really wish life would just...go the fuck away, or something. Have a tag? ]

Gripping his wrists for leverage, Devon rolled her wanton little body high and low over her father's lap, whining every time she sank down on his throbbing cock. But she mewled as he tugged at her breasts, nipples rock hard and achingly sensitive. Panting at his ear, she begged with her body, walls clenching his cock tight and muscles rippling up and down as he pummeled her in the big chair.

"Daddy-Daddy-Daddy..." Devon panted, almost breathless as she undulated atop him. "Gonna come for you, gonna come so hard...I'm your good little slut--your fucktoy--your baby girl ohGodDaddy..." A muted squeal followed the filth out of her mouth, tongue lolling around her lips as she bounced and arched. She released one of Blake's wrists to reach down between her spread legs, thumb rubbing at her swollen clit and long fingers stroking her father's cock as it plunged in and out of her.

"--throw me over, Daddy," she pleaded, hot into his ear. "Fuck me like a dog, like your good little bitch, fuckme-fuckme-fuckme...please...I need it I need you so baaad..."

[OOC: I feel you. I hope things are at least starting to look better? Anyway, I'm always happy to see a tag from you in the ol' inbox!]

Without a doubt, they were addicted to each other. If just a little oral or fucking was a good solid hit of their favorite drug, then encounters like this were like mainlining the purest version of it. It drove them both a little insane, completely ignoring the rest of the world and the consequences that would crash down on them if the wrong person found out. (Thankfully, the mansion staff were too well paid and had been working for the Carringtons for too long to risk exposing anything.)

Blake mauled his daughter's tits as she arched back over him, bent like a bow while her pert ass bounced on his lap, driving his cock into her with a vengeance. The sound of his hips slapping against Devon's cheeks rang off the walls, but not nearly as loudly as her cries and his grunts.

"Good little baby girl fucktoy slut hot fucking Daddy's cock hungry cunt..." Blake's words were just as lewd and made even less sense, but announced the pure and furious lust driving him.

With a roar, Blake launched himself out of the chair, sending Devon sprawling forward, slamming down onto the surface of the desk. Nearly without missing a stroke, he was hammering the teenager's pussy from behind now, merciless in his pace and intensity. His cock drove in to the hilt with each thrust, his balls slapping against Devon's clit.

"Take it take it take it... take Daddy's cock like a good little bitch, like Daddy's good little fucking whore..."

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Another squeal burst from wet lips when Devon hit the desk, flat on her stomach with her hips hiked up high in the air, jolting back and forth with the force of her father's wild, animal thrusts. She moaned, jerked, and cried, begging for more as he assaulted her tender, slick body with ruthless abandon. His filthy words smoked over her ears, making her that much wetter, dripping with desire and trembling all over. She sobbed as he fucked her, whining like the bitch that she was - all for him, always all for him.

She felt his sac slapping against her swollen clit, sending a bolt of white-hot ecstasy shooting through her with every barbaric motion, but she only spread her legs wider, begging for him to impale her, to maul her as he liked, to fuck her absolutely senseless, to leave his marks all over her wanton little body. He was her drug, her perfect sex machine that sated her each and every desire, no matter how base or animalistic they became.

A few heartbeats later, the pleasure mounted, crested, and broke over her like a ragged wave, and Devon's back arched, her body locked down tight, and she shrieked as she bucked and writhed across Blake's desk, thrashing wildly against the assault of his plunging cock.

"--Daddy!" It was voiced in a breathless scream, and every muscle quivered as her orgasm pounded all through her, threatening to steal her coherence completely away.

It was going to be another one of those "incidents" that the staff had long since learned to keep quiet about, at the risk of much more than just their employment-- on the other hand, when things got this energetic, those same loyal, silent employees found sizable bonuses attached to their paychecks, helping ensure that discretion.

But those were the kinds of things that Blake would think about later, when he actually had enough active brain cells to deal with such matters. Now, he wasn't much more than a neanderthal, driven by the pure and basic instinct to fuck his daughter completely senseless.

On the petite side, Devon's stature ensured that when she was pinned to his desk like this, her legs all but dangled in the air, swinging and bouncing with the sheer, savage force of her father's pounding. Blake's cock felt like a red-hot iron pipe, and even the soaked, gripping walls of Devon's pussy couldn't cool him. He thrust hard enough that even the massively heavy desk creaked and shifted under the assault.

When Devon came, his hands came down, gripping her hips until he knew there would be hand-shaped bruises there in the morning. It took all his strength not to let the shuddering and pressure of her cunt pull him into his own climax.

Oh, but he was close.

"Good girl..." he grunted. "Where do you want Daddy's cum?"

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Ugh. Real life. Sorry for the delay. If you're cool with it, have a tag?

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