Chapter 111 Madison

• 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 pussy of yours,' he growled, nipping her lower lip. 'And I'll do it again soon. You were so fucking 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.