My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 158

Evelyn

My eyes widened as my breath hitched and my heart pounded against my chest. Sweat slicked my skin in seconds, and a bead traced a slow path between my breasts, catching Jacob's gaze. I screamed into his hand as his fingers thrust deep inside me. His other hand gripped my thigh, lifting it slightly as he pressed me firmly against the bar, his fingers curling within me. A gasp escaped my lips, muffled by his hand.

"Bet Cameron never made you this wet," he whispered, his breath hot against my face, his hand still silencing me. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Can he, though? Can he make you as wet as I do?" His thumb found my clit, and I jerked, my hips trembling as his fingers began to move.

Fuck!

This all reminded me of that day at the pool. The first time he touched me, when his fingers, just like now, thrust deep inside me, and he fucked me so well with his fingers that I came within minutes. He could read my body as if every detail was written in his own blood, and I could never take that away from him. Never.

I whimpered as his fingers quickened, my hands flying to clutch his shoulders, clinging to him for balance even though he had only just begun.

"Well, you don't seem to mind my touch for someone who claims to have a solid connection with Cameron, who made you come not once, not twice but thrice...." he chuckled, mocking me, his deep voice making my pussy clench. "The way you're squeezing around me, wanting it, begging for it—it only proves you've been deprived of this for quite a while. So tell me, Evelyn, should I make you come or not? Or should I leave this task to your new boy-toy Cameron, whom you claim can do it better than me?"

No!

I didn't want him to stop because it felt too fucking good. I hadn't realized how much my body had been craving this, how it was dying for this, and he was giving me exactly what I'd been secretly wanting but had been resisting.

His hand came off my mouth, and I moaned, "Please..."

I wanted it so badly. So fucking badly. I knew I could never make myself come like he could. No one in this world could. Only Jacob Adriano—my ruin, my destruction, my sin, my guilt, and my regret—could make me come apart so hard that I would see stars behind my eyelids.

"So you want it, huh?" he murmured, taking my bottom lip between his teeth, rolling it, and biting down as his fingers quickened their pace further more. "Even when you deny wanting me, you still want to come with my fingers fucking your cunt?" He chuckled, releasing my lip, his thumb circling my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me.

Holy shit, it felt too good.

"I need to hear it from your mouth, Evelyn," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Do you want it or not?"

I didn't answer because I didn't want to. I just wanted this to continue without uttering those words that would prove I had absolutely no control over myself around him.