Chapter 272 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 11

Chapter 272 CRAVING MY ADOPTED FATHERS COCK 11


I couldn't say no. Although Alex didn't know this, I recorded my moment with him. I did it most of the time.

I couldn't even think of it. My hands were shaking as I swiped the screen, finding the file from the glasses. I hit play. The screen showed the bleachers. It showed me lying back, my skirt bunched up, my legs wide. It showed Alex hovering over me.

Marcus didn't wait for the video to get to the good part. He grabbed my waist and spun me around, pushing me face-down onto the soft leather of the couch. He didn't take my clothes off. He just hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare ass and the messy, wet state I was in.

"Hold the tablet," he growled in my ear. "Watch yourself. Watch what you let him do to you while I reclaim what’s mine."

I gripped the tablet with both hands, propping it up against the back of the couch. On the screen, Alex was just starting to push inside me. In the real world, I felt Marcus’s hands part my cheeks. He was fully hard, thick and pulsing as he pressed the head of his cock against my entrance.

"Mmmgh… Dad…" I moaned, my face pressed into the leather.

"Don't look at me," he hissed. "Look at the screen. Look at that boy trying to fill the hole I left."

He pushed. He didn't go slow this time. He rammed into me with a force that knocked the breath out of my lungs. "A-ahhhh!" I cried out, my back arching. On the screen, Alex was thrusting in a clumsy rhythm. In reality, Marcus was a machine. He was hitting my cervix with every single strike, his hips slamming against my ass with a heavy thud.

"Is he deep enough, Lila?" Marcus asked, his voice a raspy snarl. He reached around and gripped my hair, pulling my head back so I had to watch the video. "Does he feel like this? Does he make you shake like this?"

"No! Oh god… no!" I sobbed. I watched the video of Alex’s face, then I felt the reality of Marcus’s power. The contrast was driving me insane. The sound of the video—my moans on the bleachers—mixed with the sound of my real screams in the living room.

"Ahhh! Mmm! Harder! Fuck me harder, Daddy!" I screamed. My vision was swimming. On the screen, I was crying out for 'Daddy,' and Marcus was answering me in real time, his thrusts becoming faster and more punishing.

"You're so fucking wet," Marcus groaned. His hands moved to my hips, his fingers digging into the skin so hard I knew he was leaving marks. He was fucking me with a raw, primal anger, like he was wiping away every trace of Alex.

"Hnnn… ohhh… yes! Right there!" I moaned, my hips meeting his every hit. I was a mess of sweat and tears. I watched the video of Alex cumming on the grass, and I felt Marcus’s pace reach its breaking point.

"I’m going to make you forget your bestie's name," Marcus hissed. He leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, his sweat dripping onto my skin. "I’m going to fill you so full you’ll be leaking me for days. You’re mine. Only mine. Say it!"

"I’m yours! Ahhh! I’m only yours, Daddy!" I screamed. The orgasm hit me like an explosion. My pussy clamped down on him, my walls pulsing in violent, rhythmic waves. I felt like I was being turned inside out.

Marcus let out a loud, guttural roar. He thrust one last time, his entire weight behind it, and buried himself to the hilt. I felt the hot, thick flood of his cum hitting the back of my pussy, over and over again. It felt like it would never stop. He held me there, pinned to the couch, his body shaking as he emptied himself into me.

"Hnnnngh! Fuck!"

The video on the tablet ended, the screen going black. The only sound left was the ragged, heavy breathing of the man on top of me. Marcus stayed inside me for a long time, his face buried in my neck.

He finally pulled out and stood up, fixing his pants as if nothing had happened, though his eyes were still dark with possessiveness. He picked up the tablet and the Meta glasses from the couch.

"I’m keeping these," he said. His voice was back to that calm, steady rumble. "If you want to watch yourself being fucked, you can watch the ones I take from now on."

I stayed on the couch, my legs trembling, the warmth of him still dripping down my thighs. I couldn't even speak. I just watched him walk toward the stairs.

"Wash up, Lila," he called back, not even looking at me. "You need to eat and sleep."

I closed my eyes, a small, broken smile on my lips. This was my dream, and it was manifesting
so fast—faster than I can explain.

Can't wait to tell Alex this.