Chapter 266 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 5
Chapter 266 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 5
I nodded quickly, my face heating up. I started narrating the whole thing. I told him about the shower, the accidental towel drop, and the way Marcus looked standing there naked. I told him how my body just took over, how I sank to my knees, and how thick and hot he felt in my mouth. I described the way he moaned, the way he tried to pull away, and how I wouldn't let him.
Alex listened to every single word. His breathing got heavier as I spoke. He looked stunned, but I could see a spark of heat in his eyes too.
“How do you feel after that?” he asked softly.
“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I confessed. I grabbed his hand across the table, my fingers squeezing his. “I haven't been able to concentrate all day. I’m so wet, Alex. I’m so horny it hurts, and I’m so ashamed because I want more. I need him to touch me right now, but I’m terrified to go home.”
Alex didn't say a word. He just stood up and kept holding my hand.
“Follow me,” he said.
He led me away from the crowded areas, deep into the old wing of the school where the empty classrooms were kept. We found a small, dusty storage room that hadn't been used in years. He shut the door and locked it. The room was dim, the only light coming from a high, dirty window.
“Turn around,” Alex murmured. “Arch your back over that chair.”
I did what he said without questioning him. I gripped the back of the wooden chair, bending over until my chest was almost touching the seat. My heart was racing. I felt vulnerable and desperate.
“I want you to close your eyes, Lila,” Alex whispered, stepping up behind me. I could feel the heat from his body. “Don't think about me. Pretend it’s your daddy. Pretend Marcus is the one standing behind you right now.”
He reached down and gripped the hem of my skirt, bunching it up around my waist. He didn't even wait to be gentle. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my soaked panties and dragged them down to my knees. The cool air hit my wet folds, making me shiver.
“God, you’re dripping,” he growled. He positioned himself behind me. I felt his hardness pressing against my entrance. Then, with one steady, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me.
“Ahhh!” I cried out, my fingers digging into the wood of the chair. He felt so big, so filling. But in my mind, I wasn't seeing Alex. I was seeing Marcus’s intense eyes. I was feeling that big massive cock of Marcus. Bigger than anything and even Alex's.
“Is that how you want it, baby girl?” Alex whispered in my ear, his voice low and naughty. He started fucking me, his hips snapping against mine with wet, slapping sounds. “You want your daddy to fuck you like this? Do you want him to stretch you open like this?”
“Yes!” I moaned, my head falling back. “Oh god, yes, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Please, Daddy, fill me up!”
The rhythm was fast and raw. Alex wasn't holding back. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my brain. I felt like I was back in the dream, but this time it was real. The friction was perfect. The way he held my hips made me feel like I belonged to him.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” Alex hissed, his hand reaching around to rub my clit firmly as he continued to pound into me. “Screaming for your dad while I’m deep inside you. Do you like that? Do you like being Daddy’s little secret?”
“I love it!” I sobbed out, my walls clenching around him. “Fuck me, Daddy! Give it to me!”
The pressure built up like a storm. My vision started to blur. I felt the orgasm rushing toward me, more intense than anything I’d felt before. My whole body was shaking. Alex’s thrusts became shorter, faster, more frantic.
“I’m coming!” I screamed, my voice echoing in the small room. My pussy pulsed around him in strong, rhythmic waves. I felt him groan loudly, his body stiffening as he came deep inside me, his weight heavy against my back.
We stayed like that for a minute, both of us gasping for air. The smell of sex was heavy in the dusty room. Alex slowly pulled out and helped me stand up. He fixed my skirt and gave me a small, crooked smile.
“That was wild,” I whispered, leaning against him. My legs felt like jelly. “Thank you, Alex.”
“Anything for you, girl,” he said, kissing my temple. “Anytime you need to find your 'daddy,' you know where I am.” he winked.
“Yes fake daddy” I joked a salute. And we laughed.
The rest of the day went by in a daze. When school finally ended, I didn't want to go home. I wandered around town, sitting in a park for hours, then hanging out at a late-night diner just to kill time. I was terrified of what would happen when I walked through that front door.
It was late when I finally arrived. The house was quiet and dark. I unlocked the door as quietly as possible, holding my breath. I stepped inside and started tiptoeing toward the stairs, my shoes in my hand. I was almost to the first step when a lamp clicked on in the living room.
“How long are you planning to sneak around, Lila?”
I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Marcus was sitting in the armchair, his face half-hidden in the shadows. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharp and fix
ed right on me. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of loose lounge pants.