My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 148

Evelyn

In the dark, the strong hands stealthily slipped under the cover, pulling down my panties and gliding upwards to cup my breasts still encased in lace and silk.

I moaned at the feeling, my back arching, I involuntarily ended up pressing myself more into his body. It was him—I didn't need to open my eyes to realize that. His familiar cologne enveloped me, a heady concoction that stirred memories and desires. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. And his touch, oh, his touch—it could only belong to one person. Him—unmistakably him—My Ruin.

His lips brushed against mine, his warm breathing fanning my face, my breathing constantly getting heavier as his hand slowly moved to land on my bare, wet, aching pussy, and he rubbed slow yet ruthless circles there.

Oh god...

I couldn't dare to open my eyes because I knew if I did—I would crumble into his arms. Completely.

"Will you meet that guy again?" He asked, lowly, a possessive edge to his voice. His free hand molded my breast, pinching my nipple through the fabric of the lacy bra, and a soft moan slipped past my lips, but I didn't dare to answer. I still kept my eyes closed.

A growl rumbled in his chest at my silence, "Fine, your way then," and suddenly his fingers suddenly thrust inside of me, causing me to jerk and gasp loudly. My eyes flew open at the sudden penetration and our eyes locked.

Holy...

"I need my answer, Evelyn," he said, cupping my jaw tightly, his lips inches away from mine —I wanted him to kiss me. So bad.

But I couldn't surrender to him, not when it meant handing him the satisfaction he craved. I refused to grant him that power. No, I wanted to challenge him, to push him to the brink just as he pushed me. So, I held back, withholding the answer he sought, knowing it would only fuel his desires.

I wanted to see him equally frustrated, teetering on the edge just as I was.

"You won't give up so easily, will you?" A smirk curved at his lips, he probably understood my game....

And then before I could progress what he was about to do, he started moving his fingers in and out of me. Slowly fucking me with his fingers, I shamelessly rocked against him, pushing myself further into his palm as he fucked me. And then he increased his speed, from starting to move very slowly to ruthlessly fucking me and making the bead beneath us shake and squeal.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, holding onto the sheets as tight as I could, my back arched, and my hips shook. The sound of my own wetness echoed the room making shivers run down my spine.

His gaze, intense and unwavering, bore into me, dissecting every flicker of emotion, every subtle reaction. I found myself ensnared, unable to tear my eyes away from his penetrating stare. His face, absolutely fucking mesmerizing, drew me in deeper, especially at such close proximity, making it even more challenging to focus on anything else.

His fingers curled inside of me, drawing more wetness out that it slid down to my butthole, and pulling out his fingers Jacob slowly circled my puckered butthole, pressing a thumb inside.

"Ahh," I screamed but his hand came over my mouth silencing me, his smirk evident.

"Don't worry—I am not going to fuck you there yet," He chuckled, "I was just checking if it still feels how it felt the last time I took you there. And fuck..." His eyes darkened, "It feels even better."

I looked at him, my eyes watery from all the torture of his ministrations and he slowly pushed his fingers back inside of my pussy again, and this time they didn't even start slow, the moment he'd thrust them inside of me, he began to move with absolute ruthlessness. Too fast and rapid. Hitting spots that made me stars behind my eyelids.

"Oh my god..." I cried, my cries muffled because of his hand over my mouth and my orgasm neared.