Madison moaned softly into his mouth, her hands fisting his shirt. 'Mmm, Bentley... you taste like me still,' she whispered when they broke for air, her voice breathy.
'Because I devoured that sweet p***y of yours,' he growled, nipping her lower lip. 'And I'll do it again soon. You were so f*****g wet, begging for daddy's cock.' His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers tracing the edge of her panties, finding them damp.
Alone now, Bentley pounced, hauling Madison onto his lap, her skirt hiking up around her hips.
'Bentley!' she yelped, but it dissolved into a moan as his mouth claimed her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. 'f**k, that feels good...'
'Good? I want you screaming my name,' he said, hands roaming, yanking her blouse open to expose her lacy bra. He shoved it down, mouth
