FAZER LOGINMadison 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.'Bentley!' she yelped, but it dissolved into a moan as his mouth claimed her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. 'Fuck, 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 latching onto one nipple, sucking greedily. 'These tits are mine. So fucking perfect, hard for daddy already.'Madison arched, grinding against the bulge in his pants, feeling his thick cock straining. '
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.'Bentley!' she yelped, but it dissolved into a moan as his mouth claimed her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. 'Fuck, 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 latching onto one nipple, sucking greedily. 'These tits are mine. So fucking perfect, hard for daddy already.'Madison arched, grinding against the bulge in his pants, feeling his thick cock straining. '
The rest of the workday dragged on for Madison, her mind a whirlwind of lingering sensations from the affairs in the bathroom earlier. Every time she shifted in her chair, she felt the ghost of Bentley's tongue on her pussylips, the ache between her legs was constant . She stole glances at him across the office, his tall, muscular frame commanding the room as he barked orders into his phone, but his eyes always found hers. By the time the clock hit five, her nerves were frayed, anticipation twisting with the jealousy that still simmered from Adrienne's interference.As the office emptied, Bentley appeared at her desk, his presence looming like a shadow she craved. 'Madison,' he said, his voice low and authoritative, leaning against the edge so close she could smell his cologne mixed with the faint musk of their earlier encounter. 'Let me give you a ride home. No arguments.'Madison's heart skipped. She hesitated, fingers twisting the hem of her blouse, the one he'd partially unbuttone
The click of the restroom lock echoed in the quiet, carpeted hallway. Bentley had stepped out first, adjusting his cuffs with nonchalance like he hadn’t just been gulping and slobbering a woman against a marble vanity. He paused for a fraction of a second, casting a lingering glance back toward the door before turning the corner toward the executive wing.Madison took fifteen seconds. She counted them—one, two, three—forcing the air to settle in her lungs. She checked her reflection. Her eyes were slightly rimmed with pink, but the steel was back in her gaze. She smoothed the fabric of her skirt, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and stepped out.She didn't get five feet before she hit a wall of expensive perfume and sharp edges.Thud."Look what the cat dragged in," a voice purred, dripping with a toxicity that made the air thin. "Watch where you’re going, little lifeguard. This isn't the boardwalk. People here actually have places to be."Madison steadied herself. Adrienne
Madison's body was alive with sensation as Bentley's tongue continued its relentless exploration, leaving no inch of her pussy untouched. His mouth worked magic, and she felt every lick, every suck, every swirl of his tongue with an intensity that left her breathless."Oh, God, Bentley!" Madison moaned, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the pleasure. "You're driving me crazy. I can't take it anymore. Please, just fuck me. I need you inside me."But Bentley, with a mischievous glint in his eye, ignored her pleas. He continued his oral assault, his tongue dancing over her clit, then dipping lower, tracing the delicate folds of her pussy. His breath, warm and heavy, caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine."Please, daddy," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need your cock. I want to feel you deep inside me. Please, fuck me now."Bentley's fingers, which had been teasing her entrance, now pushed gently, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. He looked
The doors of the boardroom hadn’t even fully closed before Madison was halfway down the hall. Her heels clicked against the floor like a frantic heartbeat. The air in that room had become toxic the moment Adrienne Moretti laid claim to being Bentley's sweet heart."Madison! Stop."Bentley’s voice boomed down the corridor, authoritative and echoing. She didn't stop. She couldn't. Her vision was blurring.When he managed to get to her, without a word, he scanned the hallway, grabbed the handle of a nearby executive restroom door, and pulled her inside, clicking the lock behind them."What the hell was that?" Bentley demanded, his chest heaving. "You walked out of a regional meeting. You don’t walk out on me, Madison. Especially not in front of the board."Madison's heart pounded as Bentley's strong hands gripped her shoulders, his touch a mix of command and comfort. She had tried to escape, to run from the intensity of her feelings and the pressure of their situation, but he was determi







