Chapter 265 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 4

Chapter 265 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 4

“Dad… I…” I couldn't finish the thought. I was looking at his lips. They were so close.

I don't know who moved first. I don't think it mattered.

Suddenly, the distance was gone. His mouth crashed against mine, and it wasn't the kiss of a father. It was deep, hungry, and desperate. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting like mint and heat, claiming me. I moaned into his throat, my hands flying up to grip his wet shoulders.

He broke the kiss for a second, his forehead resting against mine. We were both breathing like we’d just run a marathon.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” he groaned, his voice full of pain and desire. “I’m your father, Lila. This is wrong. So fucking wrong to look at me like that.”

“I'm… I'm sorry Dad I…” I tried to apologize with my mouth. But my hand moved on its own. It felt like I was watching someone else’s arm reach out. My fingers roamed down his chest, feeling the hard muscle, the damp skin, until my hand was hovering just inches away from his cock.

My eyes stayed glued downward. I watched my own small hand next to his dark, pulsing heat.

“Dad…” I whispered. My heart was thumping against my teeth. “I want… I want this. I’ve wanted it all day.”

Marcus let out a ragged breath. He reached down and grabbed my wrist. For a second, I thought he was going to throw my hand away, to yell at me, to kick me out. But he didn’t. He guided my hand the rest of the way, wrapping my fingers firmly around his thick, hard length.

“God, Lila” he choked out, his eyes slamming shut. “This is so fucking wrong.”

He didn't let go of my hand. He held it there, forcing me to feel how much he wanted me. He felt like hot iron in my palm—smooth, pulsing, and incredibly large. My thumb brushed the crown, and he let out a low, guttural moan that made my knees weak.

I felt possessed. I felt like I was still in the dream, and if I didn't act now, I would wake up empty again. I wanted to give him everything. Anything.

I sank back down to my knees. The hardwood was cold, but I didn't care. I looked up at him, my eyes wide and pleading, before I leaned forward. I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate his size. He was so thick, filling me instantly.

“F-fuck, Lila,” he hissed, his hands tangling in my messy hair. “What are you doing to me?”

I didn't answer. I just moved my head, working my way down, trying to take every inch. I could hear the wet sounds of my mouth on him, the way he was gasping for air above me. Every time my tongue flicked against him, his hips jerked instinctively.

“Slow down,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Lila you’re going to make me… god…”

I ignored him. I used my hand to stroke the base while I sucked the head, my eyes rolling back in my head from the sheer taste of him.

Fuck…I couldn't believe this was real. He was salty, musky, and perfect. I wanted to swallow him whole.

“Lila, stop,” he grunted, his voice strained. He tried to pull back slightly, his hips tensing. “Dont… I'm ooh…fuck…Lila. I’m going to—I’m close. I need to pull ahhh…ttsss.”

But I wouldn't let him. I held his hips firmly, my fingers digging into the muscle of his thighs. I looked up at him through my lashes, refusing to let go. I had started this, and I was going to finish it. I wanted to feel him cum. I wanted to take every drop of him.

That was the final straw. Marcus let out a loud, broken cry, his body going rigid. He thrust deep into my mouth one last time as he came. I felt the hot, thick spurts hitting the back of my throat, over and over again. It felt like he was never going to stop. I swallowed it all, my throat working as I took the evidence of our sin.

When he finally finished, his body slumped. He was shaking, his hands still resting heavily on my head. The room was silent except for our ragged breathing.

I slowly pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My heart was still racing, a mix of terror and triumph blooming in my chest.

I stood up slowly. Marcus wouldn't look at me. He was staring at the wall, his chest heaving, his face full of a dark, heavy guilt.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

I didn't wait for him to respond. I turned around and ran out of the room, my bare feet silent on the floor, leaving him alone in the steam.



The next morning, I didn’t wait for the sun to come up. I didn’t even wait for the smell of coffee to fill the house. I was gone before the clock hit six. I couldn't face him. I couldn't look at the lips I had kissed or the body I had tasted. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of him in my hands. I felt like a criminal running from a crime scene.

School was a blur. I sat through my first few classes, but I didn't hear a word the teachers said. All I could hear was Marcus’s broken groan. All I could feel was the slickness between my thighs that just wouldn't go away.

When the lunch bell finally rang, I found Alex sitting at our usual table behind the gym. He took one look at my pale face and the way I was chewing on my bottom lip.

“Whoa, Lila,” he said, leaning back. “You look like you saw a ghost. Or like you didn't sleep a second. What’s up?”

I sat down, my hands gripping the edge of the plastic bench. I looked around to make sure no one was close. My heart was thumping so hard I thought he could see it through my shirt.

“I did it, Alex,” I whispered. My voice was shaky. “I did something crazy yesterday.”

Alex leaned in, his easy grin fading. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“I gave my dad a blowjob,” I blurted out. I didn't mean to say it so loudly, but the words just crashed out of me. “Yesterday. In his room. I swallowed all of it.”

Alex froze. His water bottle stopped halfway to his mouth. For a long ten seconds, he just stared at me. His eyes were wide, blinking in total shock.

“You… you did what?” he hissed, his voice dropping to a harsh w
hisper. “Are you serious, Lila? Marcus? You actually went through with it?”