Chapter 267 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 6

Chapter 267 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 6


The silence in the living room was heavy. It felt like it was pressing down on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. Marcus sat in that large leather chair, his shadow stretching across the floor. He looked at me, and I felt like he could see every single thing I had done today. He could see the secret I shared with Alex. He could see the way my body was still humming from the afternoon.

“I… I was just out with friends,” I whispered. My voice felt thin and weak.

Marcus stood up slowly. He didn't look angry. He looked controlled, which was much scarier. He walked toward me, his bare feet silent on the rug. He stopped right in front of me, so close that I could feel the heat coming off his chest. He reached out and placed his hand on the wall behind my head, pinning me in place.

“You ran away this morning,” he said. His voice was a low rumble in his chest. “You didn't wait to greet your dad. You just left.”

“Im sorry Dad… i… i… I was scared,” I confessed. I looked down at his collarbone, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought you’d be mad. I know you hate me for what I did.”

Marcus leaned down. His breath was warm against my ear, sending shivers straight down to my toes. He smelled like expensive bourbon and dark chocolate. It was an intoxicating mix.

“Hate you?” he murmured. “Lila, I haven’t been able to think about anything else. I’ve been sitting here in the dark for hours, picturing the way you looked on your knees. I’ve been remembering the way you tasted.”

My heart did a somersault. I looked up at him, my eyes wide. The guilt I felt started to melt away, replaced by a much sharper, more dangerous desire.

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m many things, baby girl,” he whispered. His hand moved from the wall to my waist, his large fingers digging into my skin. “But I’m not mad. I’m just… hungry. And I think you are too.”

He guided me toward the sofa, pushing me back gently until I sat down. He didn't join me on the cushions. Instead, he dropped to his knees between my legs. My breath hitched. The roles were reversed now. The powerful, tall man who had raised me was kneeling at my feet.

“Dad… what are you doing?”

“ taking care of my baby girl,” he said. His eyes were dark and focused. “I know you’ve been thinking about me all day. I can see it in the way you’re breathing.”

He reached out and took my ankles, pulling my legs apart until I was wide open for him. He didn't rush. He took his time, his eyes roaming over my body like he was memorizing me. He reached for the hem of my skirt and slowly, inch by inch, he pushed it up. He revealed my thighs, then the lace of my panties, which were already damp again.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “So wet for your daddy. Did you spend all day thinking about me, Lila?”

“Yes,” I lied, though it was only a half-lie. My mind had been on him even when I was with Alex. “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”

Marcus leaned forward. He didn't use his hands. He pressed his face right against the fabric of my panties, breathing in my scent. I let out a jagged moan, my head falling back against the sofa cushions. My fingers tangled in his dark, damp hair, pulling him closer.

“You smell so sweet,” he muttered against my skin. “So delicious.”

He used his teeth to hook the edge of the lace. He tugged my panties down, dragging them over my hips and tossing them onto the floor. I felt completely exposed. The cool air of the living room hit my swollen, aching folds, and I whimpered.

Marcus didn't wait any longer. He parted me with his warm thumbs, exposing my sensitive center. Then, his tongue made contact. It was hot, wet, and incredibly soft.

“Oh god… Dad!” I cried out. My hips bucked off the sofa. The sensation was so intense I thought I might pass out. He wasn't being gentle. He was being thorough. His tongue swirled around my clit, flicking against it with a steady, rhythmic pressure that made my vision go blurry.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his voice muffled against me. “Just take it, baby girl. Let Daddy make it better.”

He dived back in, his tongue sliding deep inside me before coming back up to tease that perfect spot. I was a mess. I was moaning loudly, my voice echoing in the empty house. I didn't care if the neighbors heard. I didn't care about anything except the way his mouth felt on me.

The pleasure was different than what I’d felt with Alex. This was deeper. This felt like it was reaching into my very soul. It was the forbidden nature of it, the way he was looking up at me while he worked, his eyes never leaving mine even as he drank me in.

“You’re so perfect baby,” he growled, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive parts. “And you’re gushing for me. That’s it, Lila. Give it all to me.”

He increased the pace. His tongue was a blur of heat and pressure. I felt the orgasm coiling in my belly, tighter and tighter until it was almost painful. I gripped his hair, my knuckles white, as the first wave hit me.

“I’m coming! Dad, I’m coming!”

I exploded. My walls pulsed around his tongue in strong, violent waves. I was screaming, my whole body shaking as pleasure tore through me. Marcus didn't stop. He stayed right there, his tongue working through every single pulse, drinking every drop of my release until I was nothing but a gasping, trembling pile of nerves on the sofa.

He finally pulled away, his lips glistening. He sat back on his heels, watching me with a look of pure satisfaction. I couldn't move. My legs were still draped over the back of the sofa, my breathing ragged and shallow.

He reached out and gently smoothed my hair away from my sweaty forehead. His touch was so tender it made my chest ache.

“There,” he whispered. “Better now?”

I could only nod. I felt completely drained, both physically and emotionally. The fire that had been burning in me all day had finally been put out, leaving only a warm, glowing ember behind. Even if couldn't believe this was real. It was.

Marcus stood up and reached for my hand, pulling me into a standing position. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me against his bare chest. I felt so small, so protected in his embrace.

“Go to sleep now, Lila,” he murmured into my hair. “You’ve had a long day.”

“Are you coming?” I asked, my voice small.

“Not tonight,” he said. He kissed the top of my head, a soft, lingering kiss. “Go to your room. Get some rest. We’ll talk in the morning.”

I didn't argue. I picked up my panties and my shoes, feeling like I was walking on clouds. I headed up the stairs, my body feeling heavy and relaxed. As I reached my door, I looked back down. Marcus was still standing there in the living room, watching me go.

I went inside and climbed into bed, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I was finally at peace, knowing that no matter how wrong it was, he was ok with this.