My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 93 Aching For More

Evelyn

I heard the door click shut behind me, sending shivers down my spine. My breath came in uneven bursts, and my hair was a chaotic mess, courtesy of the winds that had rushed into the car as Jacob sped through the fifteen-minute drive in what felt like five minutes, or maybe even less. All I knew was tonight he was not going to leave any inch of me untouched.

I had awakened the beast within him, and those mere five minutes of waiting had intensified his hunger to its peak.

No matter how familiar I was with Jacob and his unpredictable ways, I knew he would never cease to surprise me, and that thought...unnerved me.

Suddenly, his hand slid around my waist, and with a swift tug, he pressed me against the door, trapping me between his body and the frigid surface.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as his other hand encircled my throat, his warm fingers against my cold skin sending tantalizing shivers down my spine. It felt undeniably good, yet the proximity only heightened my nervousness.

I had struck a nerve by resisting him, and he wasn't about to let it slide - that was Jacob, always challenging, dominant, powerful, and utterly mesmerizing in all his sinful glory.

"Well, someone was feeling rather confident just a few moments ago," he murmured against my lips, a wicked smirk curving on his own. "So, where has all that confidence disappeared to?"

I mustered a weak response, "You mentioned you have something important to attend to tomorrow. Do you really think you'll be up to it without a good night's sleep?"

I knew it was a feeble attempt, but unless you were standing in my shoes, under the weight of his scorching gaze, surrounded by the allure of his cologne, you couldn't possibly claim immunity to his effects. He emitted a low, throaty chuckle at my futile diversion before leaning in to brush his lips against my earlobe.

The heat seared through my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my fists at my sides in a futile attempt to ward off the shudder that threatened to overtake me. But then his words effortlessly swept away the last remnants of my resistance.

"I don't need to sleep early to wake up early, Evelyn. If that were the case, how could I attend your dad's tiresome functions even after spending the entire night fucking you, all raw?" His words left me trembling in his arms.

Those nights were something else...

Despite the risks, he had delved deep into me in every way imaginable.

"Now... Stop with the excuses and get on the bed," he commanded, his chest vibrating against mine. His authoritative tone only intensified the dampness between my thighs.

As he released his hold on me, I took a deep breath and began heading for the bed knowing I had no way to resist, but before I had even taken two steps, Jacob seized my wrist and yanked me close, my back colliding with his chest.

back against him, feeling his large

down, his fingers then moving to the zipper of my dress. His free hand crept around my hip, holding it firmly,

"Jacob..."

my dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. His hand moved to the clasp of my bra and effortlessly unhooked it, "Just do as

my aching body was more than willing to heed his

quick and shallow, my skin ablaze with desire, and my heart ready to burst. I wanted him, but I understood that

my folds, spreading my own wetness. His touch made me even more damn and needy, "You're making it difficult for me not to fuck you right

They

hated to admit it, it wasn't just Jacob's touch that turned me on,

the power to make

maintain their balance as I leaned against him, and the smirk on his

seized my jaw, tilting my face to look deep into my eyes. "You remember the two options, Evie?" He employed his sly charm once again, "You agreed not to complain for the whole night...so, close that pretty

suave and seductive, unwavering even when he effortlessly stripped me bare with mere

fingers along my jaw, and I nodded, surrendering to his demands, all in the hope that he'd quench the

the bed with

on because neither of us had the thought or the patience to remove them - I felt his gaze trailing all over me. It was as though he was

unmistakable sound of his breath quickening, slicing through the silence of the room. My spine straightened as the tremors overtook me, leaving me vulnerable before his hunger-filled eyes. This wasn't our first time having sex, not by

even before my mind had fully registered his words. That was his power - the ability to control and manipulate me at will. And tonight, I knew

"Now, turn around."

Suddenly, my pulse quickened, and my core

could ruin me at this

with long strides. In the blink of an eye, he was

brushing my jaw, and I found myself perched on the edge of the bed, my gaze locked onto

had many facets to his personality, but this was a new one, dark and enigmatic, yet utterly

to speak, he dropped to his knees before me, spreading my thighs apart. I instinctively grasped the sheets behind me, seeking balance.

desired was me, yet I

the stars

eyelids with every thrust.