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She motions, something they must've come up with before now, and Zayne splits her cards.

"Give me more."

He slaps more cards on her split sixes, one hand getting her to fourteen and the other getting her to eleven.

"This may not work out the way you think it will," Zayne warns when she taps on the pair totaling eleven.

She glares at him, tapping softly again.

She hisses in displeasure when he flips over an eight, and I grunt in annoyance, also because that fucking would've given me twenty-one.

"You wanted it deeper," he teases. "Too much?"

"You're doing me so wrong, Daddy," she says. "I love it."

"That's my girl," he praises, his eyes locked right on mine. "Nothing like taking a big cock in your ass to make you feel better."

"Daddy," she pants, but he doesn't seem to pay her any mind.

"Keep that cock in your mouth, baby girl. Let my cousin blow his load into your throat."

My mouth hangs open a little bit, his eyes still holding mine hostage.

"Nothing like a cock deep in their ass to make a girl feel so good. Huh, Lyle?"

I lick my bottom lip, my cock getting heavy in my jeans.

"I'm gonna come," I warn, needing a fucking break before Sable gets suspicious at the way we're looking at each other. "Jesus, bitch. Suck harder. Fuck that's good, girl."

I grunt, wondering if the sound I make is actually how I really sound when I blow my load, and the way Zayne's eyes darken, it must be very similar.

"Oh, Daddy," Sable moans, looking down at another fucking twenty-one. "That's it. Give me more of that."

I don't think I've ever gotten horny playing fucking cards before.

"Play with that pussy, baby girl. Come on Daddy's cock," Zayne says, glaring at her when she smiles at him, another victory under her belt.

"Fuck back on Daddy's cock," he says, as he deals more cards, getting twenty-one and beating us both. "I know you like it. Work for it, baby. That's it."

"Daddy," she whimpers when she goes bust on the next hand.

"That's it, baby girl. Who's the best?"

"You are, Daddy. Always you. Fill me up, Daddy. I want you dripping from me all night."

Zayne grunts twice.

"I feel your cock pulsing inside of me," she says. "Oh, God. I don't want it to end."

"Shouldn't have such a tight ass," he tells her with a sad smile, and I know that's their cue to end the evening.

The man can say whatever he likes to her, treat her like a precious angel while he fucks her, but giving her any special attention after he comes would be suspicious. These women are tools to use and put away until they're needed again.

He can't make it look like he's building a relationship with her. That would only put her on the wrong radar. But he has to know that picking her over and over is going to make people start asking questions. Why choose the same woman every time when you have so many to choose from?

I fully understand now why he keeps going back to her. He may not get this with any of the other women. They'd likely rat him out, but he can't keep picking her.

I hate that I've avoided him for the last two weeks, only putting ourselves alone together in the cabin where we both know we can't speak freely. Bobby has also split us up for a lot of things, no doubt playing the angle he expects will earn him our loyalty and break the familial ties we have with each other.