My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 16 First Time

Evelyn

I pulled down his trousers before he helped me in sliding them all the way down before I moved my hands to his boxers. He was too perfect; I could already see it without having to actually see it.

But suddenly, a wave of insecurities crashed over me. Doubt and worry crept into my mind, threatening to overshadow the excitement. I had absolutely no experience in oral whatsoever. The furthest I had gone with any guy was just a lip kiss and a few minutes of make-out-that was the extent of my limited knowledge.

The questions bombarded my thoughts, like a relentless barrage.

What if I'm utterly terrible at it?

What if he's left disappointed?

What if I fail to please him?

I was surely not as experienced as the other women who had graced his presence. Such a man like him must have encountered so many beautiful women, who might have astounded him to the core from the looks to the performance on the bed. And to be awfully honest, I did not have any skills whatsoever since I have never done this before.

Did I possess the allure to capture his attention, let alone keep it?

who would pique

this if you're not comfortable," Jacob's voice was gentle as he ran his hand through my hair, mistaking my worry for reluctance. "I can handle it, don't worry." "But I want to,"

as much as

heat rise to my cheeks. "I haven't had much of a

the most perfect woman I've ever laid eyes on. There's no reason for you to feel insecure, my love. You don't know how perfect you are and you wouldn't be questioning this way if you could see it from my view...." He leaned down, grabbing my jaw and

impressively prominent and undeniably intimidating. The sheer length and thickness

bigger than I had imagined, surpassing the mental image

go of the breath I did not know I was holding till now, I slowly

a low painful groan and threw

made me doubt if he was going to even fit in

perfect, from the top to the bottom. He

breath and slowly eased him

for some reason, I liked the feel of him inside

hand on the back of my head as he began to rock back

he thrust in and out, watching him drown in pleasure caused the heat to pool in my stomach. Pleasuring him was giving me pleasure. I didn't have words to describe

more than ready to submit. He made me want to submit. Just watching him, had my knees weak, and my once unyielding determination crumbled. I was willing to be whatever he desired, consequences be damned. Rationality seemed irrelevant in

bob my head up and down, taking him as much inside

hair and began to really go deep down my throat with his steel-hard cock. I'd thought there would be some sort of pain because of his savage move but there was