Chapter 263 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 2

Chapter 263 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 2
Marcus just smiled at me, and he was as calm as ever, even with the big coffee stain spreading across his once white shirt. “No worries, sweetheart. It’s nothing much, it's only coffee. I’ll just change later.” He looked at me a little closer, his brow furrowing slightly. “You okay this morning? You look a bit flushed. Did you sleep alright?”

I forced a small smile, with my face still burning. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… had a really weird dream, that’s all.”

Before he could ask anything else concerning the dream, the doorbell rang. I jumped at the sound, really grateful for the sudden interruption.

“That must be Alex,” Marcus said, nodding toward the front door. “He mentioned he’d stop by today. Go say hi, don't worry I’ll clean all of this up.”

I nodded quickly and hurried out of the kitchen, my heart still racing and my thighs slick and sticky under my thin nightgown that clung to my body. Alex had been my best friend since we were just kids. He was the only person I trusted with my secrets, even with the ones about my forbidden crush for Marcus, and he didn't judge me.

I opened the door and there he was, holding two takeaway coffees with that familiar easy grin. We hugged tightly, the way we always did, and for a moment it all felt normal again.

“I missed you girl,” he said, squeezing me.

“Missed you too,” I replied, breathing in his familiar scent.

We chatted for a bit in the sitting room like always, and we were laughing about nothing really important, we were just teasing each other, and catching up on little details. But Alex knew me too well. He noticed how distracted I was, and how my cheeks kept flushing.

“You’re not okay,” he said quietly once we were alone. “Whats the problem?” he asked.

I grabbed his hand without thinking. “Come with me.”

I pulled him all the way upstairs to my room and closed the door behind us. The second it clicked shut, I sat on the edge of the bed and told him everything.

“I had another dream about Marcus last night,” I whispered. “He fucked me so deep and slow on his bed. I came so hard to the point I woke up soaked.”

Alex listened to me without interrupting me for a second, his expression was soft but his eyes were dark with understanding. When I finished talking, he reached out and gently brushed my hair behind my ear.

“You’re really worked up, aren’t you?” he murmured.

I nodded, biting my lip. “Mmm... it won't go away, Alex.”

Alex moved closer and kissed me softly at first, then he went deeper and a bit rough.

His hand slid under my thin nightgown, finding my soaked panties. He groaned quietly against my mouth when he felt how wet I was. He didn’t need to ask twice for my permission, since it was something we’d done a few times before when the dreams about Marcus got too intense. There were no strings attached, no judgment, it was just all about relief and pleasure.

“God, you’re dripping,” he whispered. “Does Marcus know his little girl gets this slick thinking about him? Does he know how much you want him to find you like this?”

“Ahhh... no,” I whimpered, my head falling back. “He... he has no idea.”

He pushed my panties aside and slid two thick fingers along my very slick folds, parting them gently. I gasped as he pushed both fingers inside me slowly, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot while his thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in slow, firm circles.

“Tell me more about the dream,” he said softly, his fingers moving steadily in and out of me. “Tell me what he did to you. Did he stretch you out just like this? Did he make you make those pathetic little noises? ”

I moaned quietly, my hips rocking against his hand as I described every single detail of the dream, right from how big Marcus felt when he was inside me, how deep he had thrust into me and even described to the point how he had filled me with his cum, the way he had called me his good girl. “Nnh... he was so heavy... mmm-hnn... and he just... he kept going until I couldn't breathe...” Alex’s fingers moved faster than before, his hands curling and pumping while his thumb pressed firmer on my clit, making wet, filthy sounds in the once quiet room.

“You’re so wet just thinking about your dad,” he whispered, almost in awe. “You're such a naughty girl. Aren't you? Do you want to be his little slut? Do you want him to come in and see what I’m doing to you right now? ”

“Yes... ah! Oh god, Alex... mmm-hnn... please,” I sobbed out, the pleasure becoming unbearable.

The pleasure built fast and intense. I gripped his shoulder, my breathing ragged as my orgasm rushed toward me. Alex kept fingering me through it, his fingers plunging deep and steady, his thumb never stopping its perfect rhythm on my clit. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me slowly and teasingly, with realy slow and deliberate thrusts that made my toes curl.

“Ahh….God…Alexx…that's it. Hnnn-aaah! ” I moaned louder now, my hips grinding against his hand as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. Alex leaned in and kissed my neck, sucking gently on my skin while his fingers curled and rubbed that perfect spot inside me again and again.

“Come for me,” he whispered against my ear. “Let go, baby girl. I’ve got you. Show me how much of a mess he makes you. ”

The orgasm hit me hard. My pussy clenched around his fingers in strong, rhythmic waves, pulsing and fluttering as intense pleasure exploded through my body. “OH! AAHAHH... MMM-HNNN-NNN!” I cried out, with my thighs shaking really violently, and there was fresh wetness gushing around his fingers and soaking his hand. He kept moving them through my release, drawing it out until I was a trembling, and a gasping mess, and I could feel my whole body shuddering with aftershocks. “Ah... ah... hnn...”

When it finally faded, Alex gently pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth.

“Hmmmm” he groaned, tasting me, his voice deep and husky, it came out as a raspy growl. He kissed my forehead, then my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

“Better?” he asked softly, stroking my hair.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath, feeling both relieved and guilty. But deep down, I knew the ache
for Marcus wasn’t gone one bit, instead it only increased and kept growing stronger than ever.