My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 77 Bound By Desire

Evelyn

As my top slipped off, Jacob's hands moved with effortless grace, easing my shorts down in one fluid motion. His lips found my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake. My back arched, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer as our lips collided. Our kiss was fierce and desperate, as if our very existence depended on it.

And, hell, it fucking did.

Neither of us had even the slightest idea of when...we'd meet again or if Dad would ever approve of our relationship. The uncertainty of our future loomed over us.

And there was the problem-we wanted everything at once, without any losses or any relations perished and it was mostly unlikely to happen if fate were to oppose us and it seemed like fate would oppose us.

"I love you, Evelyn... I love you so fucking much," he murmured as he skillfully removed my panties, and with a deft movement of his nimble fingers, my bra followed suit. His warm fingers against my cool skin sent shivers down my spine, a sensation that was nothing short of breathtaking.

I had missed his touch. I missed it so much!

Sitting up, I unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide down. My fingertips glided across his smooth skin, tracing his powerful biceps, the golden chain that adorned his neck, and finally down to the veins in his arms. He was a vision of perfection-majestic, capable of stealing anyone's breath away.

I gazed into his eyes, partially concealed by the fall of his tousled hair. His lips were swollen from our fervent kisses, and in his emerald eyes, I found nothing but love. I had longed for it. To see that love in his eyes, I had ached for it. I was dying to see it again and now that I could see it here...my emotions were a mess.

God...I couldn't believe he was mine again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we let ourselves fall onto the bed once more, our bare chests pressing against each other, my erect nipples brushing against his solid chest.

Our lips collided again, and I boldly slipped my tongue into his mouth. With his right hand, he held my hips in place, gently caressing my pussy. A moan escaped my lips at the sensation, and my body quivered, yet neither of us broke the kiss.

us and slid down his trousers, sliding halfway, I used my feet to slide the rest

matching our rhythmic movements. My whole world

eager to make up for the days we'd lost. Every second counted, and we had already lost too many. Breaking the kiss, Jacob lavished attention on my chest, taking my nipple into

fluttered shut as I moaned his name softly,

bare pussy, and he maintained eye contact as he parted my thighs.

Jacob continued with his slow sensual movements, occasionally teasing my sensitive spot-my clit, making me gasp for more. "Jacob, please," I writhed on the bed, my hips jerking uncontrollably

his sensual torture by suckling and kissing my folds into his warm mouth and ever so slightly grazing his teeth on the sensitive nub. He soon succeeded in pushing me to the edge, and I felt the climax approaching-my walls clenched and unclenched. My body trembled as I tried to hold on, my

his movements, pushing me over the periphery even more. The last threads of my control unraveled, slipping through my fingers, and I moaned out his name

all came crashing down upon me. My toes curled, goosebumps covered my skin, and a surreal sensation radiated through my stomach. I threw my head back, and screaming his

once again, and this time, he didn't just kiss..he ate

the kiss, he locked his gaze with mine, his

his cheek, then gently took his face in my hands and placed a tender kiss on

whispered, "No matter how many times I

my thighs and he pushed his length all the way in, "They are enough!" A soft gasp escaped my lips as he moved inside me, and my eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sudden

acquainted with every part of him. He was the only one who had ever truly explored me in this way, and I was certain that no one else ever could.

thrusts. With each movement, he delved deeper into me, and I felt every inch of his hardness. My wetness traced down

eyes remained

in harmony, lost in the depths of passion. Every aspect of this moment was tender, seamless, and filled with love. Every one of his movements radiated love, as if he sought to mend every hurt he had ever caused me. And indeed, with each kiss, touch, and

waist, quickening his movements ever so slightly. The sensation of him inside me felt too good, an overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through every inch of my body. He hit hidden places I never

truly felt like the missing half

in the flames of passion. He stoked the fire, and his lips left a trail of sparks across my body, from my neck to my shoulders, my jaw, my cleavage, and my breasts. Everywhere he touched, it