My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 185

Evelyn

After crying out through my second orgasm, I teetered on the edge of a third, begging for something I couldn't even name.

My hands clung to the headboard with a white-knuckled grip while my knees straddled his face, and his lips and tongue moved with a precision that drove me wild. Every flick and stroke pushed me beyond what I thought I could take, yet left me craving more.

My legs shook—no, not just my legs, but every part of me trembled violently. I couldn't tell if I was holding myself up or if it was Jacob's hands on my hips, squeezing and slapping my ass, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me that had me gasping for more.

I had no fucking idea how I'd even reached those first two orgasms and even less of a clue how I'd survive this third. The beginning was a blur of sanity, but it wasn't long before I was lost in a haze where desire consumed me, and filled my bones, my every fiber, my very soul.

"Jacob, please," I moaned, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from my face. I was drenched, my body a trembling mess, all thanks to him.

He let out a low, wicked chuckle, the vibrations from his mouth against my clit sending shockwaves through me. His tongue teased and lapped at my most sensitive spot, and it hit me so suddenly that I wanted to pull away, my body begging for a break. But Jacob, being Jacob, had other plans. His grip tightened around my hips, yanking me back down onto his face before I could even think about moving.

"Ride my face, baby." It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command, one I couldn't ignore. He always had that authoritative edge, and right now, it sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

"I—I don't think I can..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath, my body exhausted and trembling.

"Of course, you can," he growled, his lips curling into a grin before he sucked on my folds, his tongue working magic that had me crying out again. My hands tightened on the headboard, wishing I had the strength to break it in two. Jacob knew every inch of me too well, knew exactly how to unravel me.

"I—" Before I could finish, his hand came down hard, delivering a sharp slap across my ass.

I gasped in shock, the sting radiating through me, but instead of retreating, my body responded with a surge of pleasure. I felt myself release more, and Jacob groaned in satisfaction as he licked me clean, devouring me like there was no tomorrow.

"I told you, you can," he rumbled, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Now shut your fucking mouth and ride my face."

Left with no choice, my body moved on its own. Slowly, I began to roll my hips, moving in sync with his relentless mouth. His tongue continued its torturous dance, and I couldn't take it—it was too much, too good—but my body wouldn't stop. I knew Jacob wouldn't let me, even if I wanted to. So I kept going, because there was no way out, only through.

"I love the way you fucking taste, baby," he murmured against me, his words vibrating through my core as he kissed me there. He inhaled deeply, nuzzling me, and I had never felt more exposed, more undone, more scandalized.