My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 158 Embrace The Fire And Burn

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.

There was still a part of me that had a hard time believing he had his fingers deep inside my pussy right now. It felt like a dream, and at the same time, it felt threatening to my resolve, to the boundaries I had set, and to the things I wanted—he'd broken every single one of them in just a matter of seconds, and I hadn't even realized how effortlessly he did that.

When he saw I wasn't speaking, even as our eyes were locked and his fingers were brutally fucking me, his lips so close to mine, he pinched my clit, causing a loud scream to slip past my lips. Amidst the haze of pleasure, my eyes widened, realizing we were actually at my parents' house, not like in Italy, fucking everywhere we wanted, being as loud as we could-this was different.

"What? Are you scared they'll hear you?" Jacob flashed a cocky grin, and I could see the plan forming in his darkened eyes. "Then you better answer me, Evelyn. Or else, I will spread you over this bar, fill you with my cock, and fuck you so hard that even the neighbors will hear you screaming. Don't test me, baby-you know I can do that."

His threat actually sounded tempting.

But even though I'd lost most of my resolve, I still had enough left to resist this. I certainly didn't plan on Dad and Clara walking in on Jacob fucking me. And I didn't need a reminder of how good he fucked; I doubted my sanity because once he started, I might not want him to stop, even if Dad and Clara walked in.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Please, Jacob," I finally whispered,

my voice barely audible. I gripped onto him as tight as I could, wetness sliding down my thigh and my balance, well it was non-existent. My legs were like jelly and on top of that, I was wearing these god damn high heels that made it hard to simply walk let alone stand straight while being pushed closer to a

mindblowing fucking orgasm, in the hands of the man, every fiber of your body, craves, desires and loves.

His eyes flashed with triumph, but he didn't slow down. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Well, I didn't quite hear it. Say it again baby. Tell me you want it."

This devil....

"Ahh," I gasped as his fingers rubbed my clit, resuming those tortuous circles as his fingers thrust deeper, my body betraying me constantly, "Oh fuck." I wanted to clench my thighs together and pull away from his touch because of the sensitivity that'd build there at this point but at the same time, I needed to fucking come. I needed that release to simply breathe!

With Cameron, even a single kiss had felt so wrong, but with Jacob...everything felt right. Even the fact that I was losing my mind felt right. God, I must be out of my wits!

"I need to hear you, Evelyn. Or else you are not getting it," Jacob whispered, his lips trailing a line on my neck. I threw my head back, the edge of the bar pressing into my spine, causing a tinge of pain, but none of it mattered. I wanted this so badly...

"Yes, God! Please make me come!" |

cried out, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as his fingers moved from slow to fast, then agonizingly slow again. He knew all too well the moves that would push me to the edge yet not give me what I craved. I hated how he knew so much about me while I felt like I knew so little about him. I could never get the amount of control over myself that Jacob had, and it was maddening.

"That's the thing...baby," Jacob

began, his voice low and full of intent as his lips hovered over mine. "You ask to be burned when you can't accept the fire. You want to be

ruined when you can't bear the havoc that will follow. And you want

the storm but not the aften ble

His fingers stopped, leaving me painfully hanging. I whimpered, arching into his fingers, trying to convey how much I needed it, but he didn't touch me. "And things don't work that way. If you want this to happen, you have to fucking get back to me. Be mine again. Or else, you aren't getting it. I am not going to give it to you knowing the next day you'd be out on a date with another guy to piss me off. If you want it-get back to me. Be mine.

And you'll have it all."

With those words whispered against my lips, he pulled away. The warmth of his body, the heat of his fingers, and the pulsating orgasm on the edge all vanished at once, leaving me wanting more. Dying for more.

I watched as he, with a victorious smirk, knowing he'd ruined my entire night with that half-hanging orgasm, casually walked away and headed

upstairs.

FUCKING DEVIL!!!!