Chapter 268 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 7

Chapter 268 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 7
I woke up at three in the morning. The house was deathly quiet, but my skin was humming. The sheets felt too rough against my sensitive body, and the ghost of Marcus’s tongue still felt like it was branded into my skin. I tried to close my eyes, but I kept seeing him on his knees. I kept seeing the way he looked at me—not like a daughter, but like something he wanted to consume.

I couldn't stay in bed. I stood up, my legs still a little shaky, and walked out into the hallway. I didn't turn on any lights. I made my way downstairs, my bare feet silent on the wood. I thought I was alone, but as I passed the kitchen, I saw a tall, dark shadow standing by the window.

It was Marcus. He was leaning against the counter, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He was still shirtless, his muscles looking like carved stone in the moonlight. He didn't turn around when I entered, but I knew he felt me there.

“You should be sleeping, Lila,” he said. His voice was like sandpaper—rough and low.

“I couldn’t,” I whispered. I walked closer until I was standing just a foot behind him.

Marcus turned around slowly. His eyes were red-rimmed, like he hadn’t slept either. He set his glass down on the counter and looked at me. His gaze traveled from my messy hair down to my thin, white nightgown. It was so thin that the moonlight made it almost see-through.

“I told you we’d talk in the morning,” he murmured. He reached out, his hand hovering near my waist before he pulled it back, clenching it into a fist. “If you don’t go back upstairs right now, there is no going back, Lila. I would cross a line I shouldn't cross. Do you understand?”

“I don’t want to go back,” I said. I took a step into his space, my chest almost touching his. “I dream of you every night. It's wrong, I know. But I can't help it. I can't help it, Dad.”

“Lila…”

“Help me, Daddy. Show me what it feels like, please.”

Marcus let out a ragged, broken sound. He grabbed my upper arms, his grip firm. “I am not your father right now. Do you hear me? If I do this, I am just a man who has wanted you for longer than I can admit. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my heart hammering. “Please. Ruin me.”

That was the moment the last string snapped. Marcus groaned and pulled me against him, his mouth crashing onto mine. This wasn't a soft kiss; it was violent and hungry. He tasted like bourbon and heat. He backed me up against the kitchen counter, his hands sliding down to my ass and lifting me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my pussy rubbing against the hard ridge of his lounge pants. I could feel how much he wanted me. He was rock hard, pulsing against my center.

“Fuck, Lila,” he gasped against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me, Daddy,” I moaned, my head falling back.

He didn't say another word. He carried me through the dark house, his steps heavy and purposeful. He didn't take me to my room; he took me to his. He kicked the door shut and laid me in the middle of his big, king-sized bed. He stood over me for a second, peeling his lounge pants off in one smooth motion.

He was huge. In the dim light, his cock looked even more intimidating than before—thick, dark, and fully erect, pointing straight at me. I felt a surge of wetness gush out of me just at the sight of him.

“Look at me, Lila,” he commanded. I looked up into his dark eyes.

He crawled onto the bed, hovering over me. He grabbed the hem of my nightgown and ripped it. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room, and suddenly I was naked beneath him. He didn't waste time with foreplay; he had already given me that on the sofa. Now, it was about the act.

He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against my soaked slit. He was so hot, almost burning.

“You’re so small,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I’m going to stretch you so wide, baby girl. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want Daddy’s cock.”

“I want it,” I sobbed, my hands clutching the sheets. “Ahh… please, Dad… hnnn… put it in. Fill me up!”

He pushed. He didn't go fast; he went slow, inch by agonizing inch. I felt my walls stretching, screaming at the size of him. I gasped, my eyes widening as he buried the first few inches inside me. He was so thick it felt like I was being split in two.

“F-fuck… you’re so tight,” Marcus groaned, his muscles bulging as he held his weight up. “Hnnng… so fucking tight. Take it all, Lila. Open up for me.”

He pushed again, a long, steady thrust that seated him all the way to the hilt. I cried out, my back arching off the bed. “A-ahhhh! Oh god!” I felt full—completely and utterly filled. There wasn't a single part of me that didn't feel him.

“Oh god… you’re so big,” I whimpered, my breath coming in short gasps. “Mmmgh… you’re so deep… ahh!”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. He started to move. He pulled out until he was almost gone, then slammed back in. The wet, slapping sound of his hips hitting mine filled the quiet room.

“Ahh! Mmm! Yes! Just like that!” I moaned, my legs locking around his back, pulling him deeper. “Fuck me, Daddy! Ahh… ohh… fuck your girl!”

“That’s it,” he growled, his pace picking up. He wasn't being gentle anymore. He was pounding into me, his thrusts powerful and deep. Every time he hit the bottom, I felt it in my soul. My breasts were bouncing with every hit, and his hands came down to grip them, his thumbs rubbing my nipples raw.

“You’re mine,” he hissed, his face inches from mine. “Every part of you. Every drop of this wetness. It all belongs to me. Say it!”

“I’m yours!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Ahhh! Oh god, yes! I’m Daddy’s girl! Only yours… mmmgh!”

The pleasure was overwhelming. It was a dark, heavy heat that was consuming both of us. Marcus was sweating now, droplets falling from his forehead onto my chest. He looked like a man possessed, his eyes blown wide, his jaw locked as he gave me everything he had.

“I’m close,” he gasped, his thrusts becoming frantic. “Hnnn… I’m going to fill you, Lila. I’m going to put my mark inside you.”

“Do it! Ahh… ahhh!” I cried, my walls clenching around him like a vice. “Give it to me! Mmmgh… all of it! Now!”

I felt my orgasm building, a massive wave that threatened to drown me. As it crashed over me, I felt Marcus stiffen. He thrust one last time, deeper than he had the whole night, and let out a guttural, animalistic roar.

“FUCK! HNNNNGH!”

I felt the hot, thick spurts of his cum flooding my pussy over and over again. “Ohhh! Oh god… ahhh!” He held himself deep inside me, pulsing and shaking as he emptied himself. I was sobbing and laughing at the same time, my whole body vibrating with the force of our release.

He finally collapsed on top of me, his heart thundering against mine. We stayed like that for a long time, locked together in the dark, the scent of sex and bourbon heavy in the air. The "Dad" I knew was gone. In his place was the man who had finally claimed what he wanted.

He pulled out slowly, the wet sound making me shiver. He looked down at me, his hand stroking my cheek.

“I love you, Lila,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “So much more than I can account for.”