Chapter 262 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK
Chapter 262 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK
I moaned as Marcus thrust deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me open in one deep powerful thrust. I was on my back in his big bed, with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked me with long, and steady thrusts. His body was heavy and warm on top of mine, his muscles flexing under my hands as I gripped his shoulders. Those strong hands held my hips, pulling me onto him with every thrust, making sure I took every single inch of him.
“Ahh..” I moaned, my head falling backward as he filled me deeply with every single powerful thrust. He was really good at this and he was way better than guys around my age.
Every single deep thrust of his filled me completely, dragging along my inner walls and hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl, and my head fall backwards. I could feel the heat coming from his skin, and the slight roughness of his beard against my neck as he kissed and sucked there. His cock was definitely on another level compared to guys around my age, it was so thick, and so hard, pulsing inside me as he moved faster, his hips snapping against mine with wet, filthy slapping sounds.
“Fuck, Lila,” he groaned, his voice coming out deep and strained. “You’re so tight, and so wet for Daddy's cock.”
I whimpered, my nails digging into his back as the pleasure built inside me, increasing with every single second. He fucked me harder and deeper, with one of his hand sliding between where we we're joined to rub my swollen clit in firm circles, and it helped to push me to the edge. My pussy clenched around him, my juices coating his cock and dripping down my ass onto the sheets.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he whispered hotly against my ear. “Come on Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
The orgasm crashed over me hardly. My walls pulsed around him in strong waves, my whole body was shaking as I cried out, soaking his cock with my release. He groaned loudly and thrust deep into me one last time, pulsing inside me as he came, and hot spurts of his cum were flooding my pussy until it leaked out around him.
We stayed locked together, our breathing ragged, and his forehead was resting against mine. He kissed me softly, tenderly, his hand stroking my hair.
“You’re mine now,” he murmured. “My sweet little adopted daughter, who can't get over Daddy's cock.”
My eyes flew open, and that's when I realized it was all just a dream. I was in my own bed, with my breathing so ragged and sweat was trickling down my forehead to the sheets, my nightgown was bunched up around my waist. My thighs were pressed together, and it was so slick and really sticky. My panties were completely soaked through like I soaked it in water, and the fabric was clinging wetly to my pussy. A warm trickle of my own juices had run down between my ass cheeks onto the sheet beneath me.
I sat up slowly, my heart still racing, and my body trembling with aftershocks. The room was quiet, and I could still feel the way Marcus was inside me in must dream, the way he had stretched and filled me so perfectly. My pussy throbbed, and it was really aching and feeling empty, and fresh wetness leaked out as I shifted positions.
Having a wet dream of Marcus was so wrong and very forbidden, and of course he was the one person I couldn't have fantasies of. He had adopted me when I was just a little helpless girl, after my parents had passed away. He had raised me like I was his very own daughter. My adopted mom, who was actually his late wife, had loved me very deeply, and the whole family had always seen me as theirs. If anyone ever knew I was having dreams like this about him, they would be horrified about it and even rebuke me. I felt guilty just thinking about it, but no matter how many times I told myself it was just a dream, my body didn’t listen. I craved him, and my body never failed to react to his presence. The way he touched me in the dream, the way he spoke to me, the way he made me feel wanted and desired in a way no one else ever had, didn't fail to turn me on.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my thighs still very slippery from the forbidden wet dream I just had. I needed coffee to help me calm down a bit, and relax my mind from everything, especially the wet dream
I walked downstairs in my thin nightgown that clung to my curves, still kind of half-dazed from everything. I reached for the coffee pot, my hands a little bit shaky, and started pouring myself a cup of coffee.
As I was on my way to the dining table to sip my coffee there and calm my mind, that's when I bumped straight into a really solid and broad chest.
And when I looked up, my eyes met with Marcus, and the hot coffee splashed across his white shirt as he walked into the kitchen at the same moment.
“Shit — I'm so sorry Daddy!” I blurted out, stepping back quickly, and my face was burning with embarrassment, to the point it may look like I had a fever.
Marcus looked down at the dark stain spreading across his chest, then his eyes went back up at me. But I didn't fail to realize the way his eyes lingered for a second longer than usual on my flushed cheeks, my messy bed hair, and the way my thin nightgown clung to every part
of my body, especially my curves.