Chapter 270 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 9

Chapter 270 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 9


The classroom was humid and smelled like old books and floor wax. Our history teacher was droning on about something that happened a hundred years ago, but my mind was stuck on what happened three hours ago. I could still feel the phantom weight of Marcus inside me. My skin felt tight, and every time I shifted in my plastic chair, I was reminded of the mess still drying between my legs.

I leaned over to Alex, my voice a sharp whisper that cut through the silence of the room. "We need to go. Now."

Alex looked up from his notebook, his brow furrowed. "What? Lila, it's the middle of the period. We’ve got twenty minutes left."

"I don't care," I said, my eyes burning with a secret. "I have something to show you."

"We'll get detention," he argued, though I could see his curiosity winning. "Old man Miller is already looking at us."

"It’s worth a hundred detentions, Alex. Trust me."

I didn't wait for him to agree. I raised my hand, gave a fake cough, and pointed toward the door. Miller waved us off with a bored sigh. We slipped out into the hallway, our sneakers squeaking on the linoleum. I didn't stop until we reached the old stadium bleachers at the far end of the school grounds. It was secluded, hidden by a row of overgrown trees.

We sat on the bottom bench, the cold metal biting through my thin skirt. I reached into my bag and pulled out my tablet. My heart was racing. This felt dangerous. This felt like a betrayal, but the thrill of it was too much to keep to myself.

"What is so important that we had to ditch class?" Alex asked, leaning back.

I didn't say a word. I just unlocked the screen and hit play. The video started with the kitchen bathed in morning light. There was Marcus, shirtless and powerful, his back to the camera. Then, the sound of my own voice teasing him. The camera was steady on the counter, capturing every single detail.

"Is that... is that your dad?" Alex’s voice went thin. He leaned forward, his eyes glued to the screen. "Lila, did you record this?"

"Shhh. Just watch," I whispered.

On the screen, Marcus turned around. The video showed him pulling me onto the counter. It showed the way his large hands gripped my thighs. Then, it showed him releasing his cock. It looked massive on the high-definition screen—dark, pulsing, and hungry. Alex let out a shaky breath.

"Holy shit," Alex muttered. "He’s… he’s so huge. Look at the way he’s looking at you."

The video played the sound of the first thrust. A wet, heavy thud as his hips hit the counter. On the tablet, I heard myself cry out, my voice high and desperate. "A-ahhh! Dad!" Marcus didn’t stop. He started pounding into me, his muscles flexing and rippling under the kitchen lights. Every slap of skin against skin was captured perfectly.

"God, Lila," Alex groaned. His hand moved to his lap, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. "The way he’s slamming into you… he’s going so deep. You’re literally shaking."

"I was," I whispered. I felt my own hand slide under my skirt. I didn't care that we were outside. I didn't care about anything but the image on the screen. My fingers found my soaked panties and pushed them aside. I was already gushing. I started to rub my swollen clit in time with Marcus’s thrusts on the video.

"Mmmgh… look at his face," Alex rasped. He had pulled his cock out now. He was gripping himself, his hand moving in a fast, desperate rhythm. "He looks like he wants to break you. He’s fucking you like you’re his property."

"I am," I moaned, my eyes rolling back as the video reached the climax. On the screen, Marcus was growling, his voice a deep, animalistic sound. "Come for Daddy. Show me how much you want it." I watched myself on the screen, my legs locked around his waist, my head falling back in pure agony and pleasure.

The sound of the orgasm on the video was loud—a mix of my screams and Marcus’s guttural roar. I felt my own body start to peak. The friction of my fingers, the sight of Marcus flooding me with cum on the screen, and the sound of Alex’s heavy breathing next to me all merged into one.

"I’m coming… ahh! Oh god!" I cried out, my walls clenching. Next to me, Alex let out a choked sound, his body tensing as he came, his release hitting the grass beneath the bleachers.

We sat there for a long time, the video looping back to the beginning. The air was cool, but we were both sweating. Alex wiped his hand on a tissue, his eyes still fixed on the frozen image of Marcus on the screen.

"That was… that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen," he said, his voice still shaky. "He really claimed you, Lila. He didn't hold anything back."

"I know," I said, tucking the tablet away. My body still felt heavy, still wanting more. The video was good, but it wasn't the real thing. It wasn't the weight of him. "It was hot. But I think I want to fantasize about him being inside me again. Right now."

I looked at Alex, my eyes dark with a new kind of hunger. I didn't want Alex. I wanted the feeling Marcus gave me. I wanted to pretend. Or maybe somehow I was loving that pretense too?

"Come on," I whispered, sliding down until I was lying flat on the cold metal bench. I kept my glasses down, and I arched my back, my breasts straining against my shirt. I spread my legs wide, letting him see how ruined I a
lready was. "Come on, Daddy. Come fuck your girl. Make me feel you again."