ログインThe silence in the living room was heavy. It felt like it was pressing down on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. Marcus sat in that large leather chair, his shadow stretching across the floor. He looked at me, and I felt like he could see every single thing I had done today. He could see the secret I shared with Alex. He could see the way my body was still humming from the afternoon.“I… I was just out with friends,” I whispered. My voice felt thin and weak. Marcus stood up slowly. He didn't look angry. He looked controlled, which was much scarier. He walked toward me, his bare feet silent on the rug. He stopped right in front of me, so close that I could feel the heat coming off his chest. He reached out and placed his hand on the wall behind my head, pinning me in place. “You ran away this morning,” he said. His voice was a low rumble in his chest. “You didn't wait to greet your dad. You just left.”“Im sorry Dad… i… i… I was scared,” I confessed. I looked down at his colla
I nodded quickly, my face heating up. I started narrating the whole thing. I told him about the shower, the accidental towel drop, and the way Marcus looked standing there naked. I told him how my body just took over, how I sank to my knees, and how thick and hot he felt in my mouth. I described the way he moaned, the way he tried to pull away, and how I wouldn't let him. Alex listened to every single word. His breathing got heavier as I spoke. He looked stunned, but I could see a spark of heat in his eyes too. “How do you feel after that?” he asked softly. “I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I confessed. I grabbed his hand across the table, my fingers squeezing his. “I haven't been able to concentrate all day. I’m so wet, Alex. I’m so horny it hurts, and I’m so ashamed because I want more. I need him to touch me right now, but I’m terrified to go home.” Alex didn't say a word. He just stood up and kept holding my hand. “Follow me,” he said. He led me away from the crowded ar
“Dad… I…” I couldn't finish the thought. I was looking at his lips. They were so close. I don't know who moved first. I don't think it mattered. Suddenly, the distance was gone. His mouth crashed against mine, and it wasn't the kiss of a father. It was deep, hungry, and desperate. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting like mint and heat, claiming me. I moaned into his throat, my hands flying up to grip his wet shoulders. He broke the kiss for a second, his forehead resting against mine. We were both breathing like we’d just run a marathon. “This shouldn’t be happening,” he groaned, his voice full of pain and desire. “I’m your father, Lila. This is wrong. So fucking wrong to look at me like that.” “I'm… I'm sorry Dad I…” I tried to apologize with my mouth. But my hand moved on its own. It felt like I was watching someone else’s arm reach out. My fingers roamed down his chest, feeling the hard muscle, the damp skin, until my hand was hovering just inches away from his cock. My
I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. Even after Alex left, that deep, heavy ache between my legs refused to fade. It was like a constant throb, a reminder of how Marcus had felt in my mind. I tried to ignore it, but every time I shifted my weight, I felt the slickness. My panties were a lost cause—soaked through and clinging to me like a second skin.I needed a shower. I needed to wash the dream off my skin and the heat out of my blood. But my bathroom had other plans. For days, the pipes had been groaning, and this morning, the shower head gave up entirely. Only a pathetic, ice-cold trickle came out.I stood there in the hallway, biting my lip. The only other shower was in Marcus’s room.My heart hammered against my ribs as I walked down the hall. I told myself it was just for the water. I told myself I was being practical. But my hands were shaking before I even reached his door.“Dad?” I called out. My voice sounded small, barely a whisper. “My shower’s broken again. Can I use
Marcus just smiled at me, and he was as calm as ever, even with the big coffee stain spreading across his once white shirt. “No worries, sweetheart. It’s nothing much, it's only coffee. I’ll just change later.” He looked at me a little closer, his brow furrowing slightly. “You okay this morning? You look a bit flushed. Did you sleep alright?” I forced a small smile, with my face still burning. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… had a really weird dream, that’s all.” Before he could ask anything else concerning the dream, the doorbell rang. I jumped at the sound, really grateful for the sudden interruption. “That must be Alex,” Marcus said, nodding toward the front door. “He mentioned he’d stop by today. Go say hi, don't worry I’ll clean all of this up.” I nodded quickly and hurried out of the kitchen, my heart still racing and my thighs slick and sticky under my thin nightgown that clung to my body. Alex had been my best friend since we were just kids. He was the only person I trusted with my
I moaned as Marcus thrust deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me open in one deep powerful thrust. I was on my back in his big bed, with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked me with long, and steady thrusts. His body was heavy and warm on top of mine, his muscles flexing under my hands as I gripped his shoulders. Those strong hands held my hips, pulling me onto him with every thrust, making sure I took every single inch of him.“Ahh..” I moaned, my head falling backward as he filled me deeply with every single powerful thrust. He was really good at this and he was way better than guys around my age.Every single deep thrust of his filled me completely, dragging along my inner walls and hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl, and my head fall backwards. I could feel the heat coming from his skin, and the slight roughness of his beard against my neck as he kissed and sucked there. His cock was definitely on another level compared to guys around my age,







