Chapter 269 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 8

Chapter 269 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 8

The morning sun was too bright. It spilled across Marcus’s king-sized bed, hitting my face and forcing my eyes open. I groaned, my body feeling heavy and sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. I reached out, my hand searching for the heat of him, but the sheets beside me were cold. He was already up.

I rolled onto my side, my skin sensitive against the expensive fabric. I felt different. The air in the room felt different. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers trembling slightly. I needed to tell someone. I needed to say it out loud just to make sure it was real.

\[Text to Alex\]: He did it. He actually did it. Marcus fucked me last night. I’m literally still vibrating.

\[Alex\]: Holy shit. For real? How was it?

\[Lila\]: Beyond anything. He’s huge, Alex. He stretched me so wide I thought I’d snap. And he was so dominant. I’ve never felt so owned in my life.

\[Alex\]: Fuck, Lila. I’m hard just reading that. I wish I’d been there to watch him claim you. I bet you were screaming for your daddy the whole time.

\[Lila\]: I was. And I’m going back for more. I can hear him in the kitchen.

\[Alex\]: Go get it, girl. Tell me every detail later. Don't leave anything out.

I tossed the phone aside, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I grabbed my camera from the dresser—the one I used for "art" projects—and headed toward the door. I was wearing one of Marcus’s oversized black t-shirts. It barely covered my hips, and I wasn't wearing a single thing underneath. Every step I took made me feel the slickness he had left inside me.

I tiptoed down the stairs, the scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee drawing me in. When I reached the doorway to the kitchen, I stopped.

Marcus was standing at the stove. He was shirtless, his broad, muscular back turned to me. The morning light caught the definition of his spine and the way his shoulders flexed as he flipped a pan. His lounge pants hung low on his hips, showing off that deep V-line I had been obsessed with for years. He looked like a masterpiece.

I lifted the camera.

Click.

“You know you have to pay a model before taking their photos, right?” Marcus said. He didn’t even turn around. His voice was deep and steady, filled with a playful authority that made my stomach flip.

“I think I paid my dues last night,” I teased, walking into the room. I set the camera down on the marble island, the lens pointed right at him.

Marcus turned around then. He leaned back against the counter, crossing his massive arms over his chest. His eyes were dark and intense, scanning me from head to toe. He saw the way his shirt hung off my shoulder. He saw the way I was looking at him.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Did you sleep well?”

“I didn't sleep much at all,” I said, stepping closer. I stood between his legs, my hands sliding up his warm, bare chest. The hair there was soft, tickling my palms. “I kept waking up wanting more.”

Marcus let out a low growl. He uncrossed his arms and gripped my waist, his large hands nearly meeting around my middle. He pulled me flush against him. I could feel his morning wood instantly—thick and hard, pressing right against my stomach through the thin t-shirt.

“Is that so?” he whispered, his face inches from mine. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren't you?”

“Only for you, Daddy,” I breathed.

He didn't hesitate. He lifted me up and sat me right on the kitchen counter, knocking a spoon aside. He spread my legs wide, stepping in between them so his heat was right against my core. His hands slid under the hem of the t-shirt, his calloused palms rubbing against my inner thighs.

“You’re still wet,” he noted, his voice dropping an octave. “Still dripping from last night.”

“I haven't stopped thinking about it,” I moaned, my head falling back as his thumbs brushed against my entrance.

“You know I'm making breakfast,” he whispered. “We need to eat.”

“Please… I don't want breakfast. I want you.”

“Anything for my girl,” Marcus groaned. He reached for his pants, tugging them down just enough to release his cock. It sprang out, already fully erect and throbbing. It looked even bigger in the daylight—veiny and ready to claim me again.

He positioned the head of his cock at my opening, which was already gushing, and pushed. He went slow at first, letting me feel the sheer width of him stretching me open. Mmmgh…

“A-ahhh! Dad!” I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Oh god… you’re so thick.”

“Take it, Lila,” he commanded, his jaw tensed. He pushed deeper, his hips meeting the counter with a heavy thud. “Take every fucking inch of it.”

He buried himself inside me with one final, powerful thrust. I gasped, my eyes rolling back. I felt completely filled, the counter cold beneath my ass while his body was like a furnace. He started to move, his rhythm steady and punishing.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Ahh! Mmm! Yes! Right there!” I moaned, my voice echoing off the kitchen tiles. “Fuck me… ohhh… fuck me on the counter, Daddy!”

Marcus didn't hold back. He gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises. He pounded into me, his cock hitting my cervix with every deep, relentless stroke. The kitchen was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the wet friction of him sliding in and out of me.

“You like this?” he hissed, leaning in to bite my earlobe. “You like being fucked while the sun is up? While anyone could walk in?”

“I love it!” I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, locking him in. “I love being yours! Ahh… ahhh… harder! Please, Daddy! Break me!”

He gave me exactly what I wanted. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more violent. I was a mess, my body shaking with every hit. I could feel the orgasm building again, that familiar tightness coiling in my lower belly.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Marcus groaned, his voice breaking. “Come for me. Let me feel you clench around my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

I couldn't even speak. I just moaned—a long, high-pitched sound of pure pleasure. “Ahhh! Oh god! Now! Daddy, now!”

My walls snapped shut around him, pulsing in violent waves. I came so hard I thought my heart would stop. At the same moment, Marcus let out a guttural roar, his body going rigid. He slammed into me one last time, holding himself there as he flooded me with hot, thick spurts of cum.

“Hnnnngh! Fuck!”

He leaned his forehead against mine, both of us gasping for air. The smell of sex and breakfast filled the room. I felt the warmth of his release dripping out of me and onto the marble counter, but I didn't care. I felt perfect.

He pulled out slowly, a long string of saliva and cum connecting us for a second. He looked at the camera on the island, then back at me with a smirk.

“I hope you got the shot you wanted,” he whispered, kissing my nose.

"I did daddy" I breathed.