Chapter 271 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 10

Chapter 271 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 10
Alex didn't need to be told twice. He crawled over me, his eyes wide. He knew the game. He knew he was just a placeholder, but he didn't care. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin just like Marcus had.

"You want your daddy, Lila?" Alex hissed, his voice trying to mimic that deep, commanding tone. "You want him to stretch you open again?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!" I moaned, my eyes slamming shut as he pushed inside me. I focused on the memory of the morning. I focused on the way the counter felt against my back. "Fuck me harder! Fill me up like you did this morning!"

The rhythm was fast and raw. The metal bleachers creaked and groaned under our weight, the sound echoing in the empty field. Every thrust was a reminder of what I had at home. Every moan was for the man waiting for me in the kitchen.

"Ahhh! Mmm! Just like that, Daddy!" I screamed, my hands clutching Alex’s shoulders, imagining they were broader, stronger. "Give it to me! Make me yours!"

The pleasure hit me like a freight train. I wasn't even Alex’s anymore. I was somewhere else. I was in Marcus’s arms, in Marcus’s bed, in Marcus’s life. I came with a loud, broken cry, my whole body vibrating against the metal.

When it was over, we both lay there, gasping for air. The school bell rang in the distance, signaling the end of the day.

"That was wild," Alex whispered, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you, Alex," I said, sitting up and fixing my skirt. I felt a little better, but deep down, I knew it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. I needed to get home. I needed the real thing.

"I’ll see you tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah. Tomorrow," I said, grabbing my bag.

I started walking toward the parking lot, my mind already miles away. I was thinking about the front door. I was thinking about the stairs. But mostly, I was thinking about the man who would be waiting for me in the dark.

The walk from the driveway to the front door felt longer than usual. My bag felt heavy on my shoulder, and my body felt even heavier. I was still carrying the weight of Alex from the bleachers, a lingering soreness that reminded me of every thrust. I felt like I was wearing my secrets on my skin, like a perfume that everyone could smell.

I pushed the door open. The house was cool, the air conditioner humming a low, steady tune. Marcus was on the couch. He was leaning back, his long legs stretched out on the coffee table. He was reading something on his phone, the light reflecting off his sharp jawline. He looked so calm. So in control.

"I’m home," I whispered, dropping my keys on the side table.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," Marcus said. He didn’t look up yet. "How was school?"

"It was fine. Just... long." I walked over to the couch, planning to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and run upstairs to wash Alex off me.

But as I leaned in, Marcus moved. He didn't turn his face. He caught my wrist in one swift motion. His grip wasn't tight, but it was solid. It was an anchor. He finally looked at me, his dark eyes searching my face with an intensity that made my heart stop.

"Did you have fun today baby?" he asked. His voice was smooth, like expensive silk.

"Yes Daddy." I giggled.

He smirked. leaning closer "Tell me Did Alex appreciate the video?"

The world stopped spinning. I felt the blood drain from my face, leaving me cold despite the heat in my veins. My mouth went dry. I tried to pull my wrist back, but his fingers tightened just a fraction.

"V-video?" I stammered. "I don't know what you’re talking about."

Marcus let out a short, dark laugh. He reached onto the cushion beside him and picked up a small, black device. It was the memory card from my camera. He held it between two fingers, twirling it slowly.

"You left the camera on the counter, Lila. Did you really think I wouldn't notice it was recording? Did you think I didn't see you check the angle before you sat on the marble?"

"I’m sorry," I choked out, my knees starting to tremble. "I just... I wanted to keep it. I wanted to see it again."

"I’m not mad that you recorded me, baby girl," he murmured. He pulled me closer until I was standing between his knees. He looked up at me, his gaze dropping to my messy skirt and my flushed neck. "I’m interested in what happened next. Tell me, did Alex fuck you again today? Did you make him call you ‘Daddy’s girl’ while he was deep inside you?"

I gasped. I felt like he had slapped me, but the sting felt like fire. He knew. He knew about the substitute act.

"I... he... it wasn't the same," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears of shame and arousal. "I was thinking about you the whole time. I was pretending it was you."

"I know," Marcus said. He reached into my bag, which I had dropped by his feet, and pulled out my tablet. He also pulled out my Meta glasses—the ones that looked like regular frames but had a tiny, invisible lens. "You always were a collector, weren't you? You like to watch."

He handed me the tablet. His eyes were burning now, a dark hunger taking over his face. He stood up, towering over me, and started unbuckling his belt. The sound of the leather clicking was like a gunshot in the quiet room.

"Show me," he commanded. "Play the vid
eo of you and Alex. I want to see how you look when you're pretending someone else is me."