All Chapters of Daddy's Secret Touch : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Marcus's hand was still gripping Lila's hip when the front door clicked shut behind Elena. The grocery bags rustled in the hallway as her footsteps faded toward the kitchen. He didn't move right away. His chest pressed against Lila's back, his cock still half-hard and slick from their quick, desperate fuck over the counter.Lila's legs trembled. Cum was already starting to leak down her inner thighs. She tried to straighten up, but Marcus's arm tightened around her waist, holding her in place."Stay," he murmured against her ear, voice low and rough. His breath was hot on her neck. "Just for a second. Let me feel you like this."She leaned back into him, her head resting against his shoulder. Her heart was still pounding from how hard he'd taken her. "We can't keep doing this," she whispered, even as her body betrayed her, pressing back against him. "Mom was right there. If she came back two minutes earlier..."Marcus chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. He slowly p

The rest of the day stretched out painfully, every hour feeling heavier than the last. Mom stayed home all afternoon, full of wedding excitement and refusing to leave the apartment even for a quick errand. No matter how hard Marcus and I tried to steal even a few private seconds, she appeared instantly…laughing at something, asking endless questions, or pulling him into another discussion about centerpieces, guest lists, and honeymoon destinations.Marcus sat beside her on the couch, scrolling through wedding photos on her laptop. I pretended to study at the dining table, textbooks open in front of me, but my gaze kept drifting toward them. Each time Mom leaned in close, touched his arm, or giggled at one of his comments, that familiar sharp jealousy stabbed through my chest again. It made my skin crawl.I hated every second of it.Marcus kept finding excuses to look my way whenever Mom’s attention shifted. His eyes carried the same dark frustration and hunger I felt burning inside me

The next day started out normal on the surface.Mom left early for work, giving Marcus a quick kiss at the door and telling me to have a good day at school. He headed out shortly after, mentioning he had back-to-back meetings. I grabbed my bag and left for college, but my body still ached from yesterday’s frustration and all those teasing touches we couldn’t finish.School dragged on endlessly. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I could think about was Marcus — the way he’d knelt between my legs the night before, his hands on my thighs, and how he looked at me like he was starving.The jealousy I felt watching him with Mom was still there, but it had twisted into something hotter and more desperate.The second my last class ended, I took the bus straight home instead of hanging out with friends. The apartment was quiet when I walked in. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes.“Marcus?” I called softly.No answer at first. Then I heard movement from the living room.H

We barely made it to the living room.Marcus kept a tight grip on my hand as he pulled me out of the bedroom after our second round. We were both still completely naked, our skin flushed and slick with sweat and cum. My legs felt shaky, but the hunger in his eyes kept me moving. He dropped onto the big sectional couch and yanked me straight onto his lap.“Ride me,” he growled, his voice hoarse from everything we’d already done. His cock stood thick and hard again, glistening from my earlier orgasms. “I want to watch you take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”I didn’t even hesitate. Straddling his hips, I planted my knees on the cushions on either side of him. My heart hammered wildly as I wrapped my fingers around his thick length, lined him up with my soaked entrance, and slowly sank down.“Fuck… you’re so big,” I gasped, my head falling back as he stretched me open again. The feeling of him filling me so completely made my eyes flutter.Marcus groaned deeply, his strong hands gripping

The door slammed so hard the walls shook.I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, the throw blanket barely covering my naked body. Cum was still slowly dripping down my inner thighs. My chest heaved as fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.“Mom…” I whispered, my voice cracking.Marcus was already moving. He pulled his pants up properly and grabbed his phone from the coffee table. His hands were shaking slightly… something I’d never seen before.“Elena!” he called out, voice loud and urgent as he rushed toward the front door. He yanked it open and stepped into the hallway. “Elena, wait!”I dropped the blanket and quickly pulled on my discarded t-shirt and shorts, not even bothering with underwear. I ran after him, bare feet slapping against the floor.“Mom! Please come back!” I shouted down the hallway.But the elevator doors had already closed. She was gone. I could picture her face God what have I done.Marcus dialed her number immediately, pressing the phone to his ear. It rang