My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 172

Evelyn

My eyes widened slightly as the realization struck me: Jacob, looming over me, breath heavy, his eyes locked on mine, and his cock buried deep inside me, still hadn't come. The situation promised a long, relentless night—not that I minded, but it had been a while since we'd had a night like this. Nervousness and excitement twisted together, leaving my mind in a haze. But my body knew exactly what it wanted. As I gazed at Jacob—sweaty, hot, and panting—my needs began to build once more.

In the space of a few seconds, our eyes met, and I was more than ready for another round.

Jacob's hand slid around my throat, his grip firm but controlled. He leaned down, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, the cool metal of his gold chain brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this, baby," he murmured, his lips trailing lower until he took my nipple between his teeth, his touch reigniting the fire that had barely cooled.

I wasn't sure if he could sense it, but I was even needier now than before. It wasn't just what he did; it was the feel of his breath mingling with mine, the way his lips brushed my skin, and the sensation of him filling me completely. Even as he held still inside me, my pussy clenched around him, desperate for more.

I craved him in a way that bordered on madness.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his green eyes burning into mine as his tongue circled my nipple. "Sometimes all I want to do is ruin you so no one else ever lays eyes on you again." The sight of him, lost in his desire, made me tighten around him, drawing a deep groan from his chest. His hot breath fanned across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Just shut up and fuck me," I demanded, my hand finding its way to his jaw, pulling him into a fierce kiss. As our lips met, a strange sense of relief washed over me, even amidst the overwhelming tension.

I could die happily in this kiss, with no regrets.

I kissed him as if my life depended on it, and he kissed me back just as fervently, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Then, without warning, he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate, making me gasp into his mouth and break the kiss.

I looked down at where we were connected, his slow, sensual thrusts driving me wild, and soft moans began to spill from my lips.

"Jacob..."

His shoulders tensed at the sound of my moan, his cock twitching inside me. He growled low in his throat, "You're driving me absolutely fucking insane." With a swift movement, he flipped us over, so I was straddling his lap.

The sudden shift startled me, but instinct took over. My hands found his strong biceps as my hips began to move, rocking back and forth, taking him in deeper. My hair was a tangled mess, falling over my shoulders, and I was flushed, and drenched in sweat despite the coolness of the room.

I was teetering on the edge, and I could feel myself slipping, but I didn't care. I wanted to fall because I knew I would land right in Jacob's arms—the only place where I found any semblance of peace.

Jacob's strong hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements faster, his need for more obvious. Soon, they descended to my ass, squeezing as he pulled me down onto his cock, ensuring I took him all the way in with every thrust.

I shut my eyes, the build-up of my orgasm spreading through my body like wildfire, intensifying with every passing second.

Unable to hold back, I buried my face in the crook of Jacob's neck, my safe haven, and cried out, "Oh my god."

"You're close again, aren't you, baby?" he murmured against my shoulder, a small, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He loved this—watching me unravel, fall apart, and collapse into his arms.

"I can't take it anymore..." I whimpered, my sensitivity heightened by his relentless deep thrusts, my body responding wildly to every touch. I was on the brink, unable to maintain any semblance of control over my body, soul, or mind.

"You've taken more than this," he chuckled, his breath hot against my ear before he bit down on my earlobe. "You can handle it." His thrusts slowed, each one deep and deliberate, still hitting all the right spots but with a gentleness that somehow drove me even crazier. I couldn't explain why.