My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 148 Hot And Aching

Evelyn

In the dark, the strong hands stealthily slipped under the cover, pulling down my panties and gliding upwards to cup my breasts still encased in lace and silk.

I moaned at the feeling, my back arching, I involuntarily ended up pressing myself more into his body. It was him-I didn't need to open my eyes to realize that. His familiar cologne enveloped me, a heady concoction that stirred memories and desires. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. And his touch, oh, his touch-it could only belong to one person. Him-unmistakably him-My Ruin.

His lips brushed against mine, his warm breathing fanning my face, my breathing constantly getting heavier as his hand slowly moved to land on my bare, wet, aching pussy, and he rubbed slow yet ruthless circles there.

Oh god...

I couldn't dare to open my eyes because I knew if I did—I would crumble into his arms. Completely.

"Will you meet that guy again?" He asked, lowly, a possessive edge to his voice. His free hand molded my breast, pinching my nipple through the fabric of the lacy bra, and a soft moan slipped past my lips, but I didn't dare to answer. I still kept my eyes closed.

A growl rumbled in his chest at my silence, "Fine, your way then," and suddenly his fingers suddenly thrust inside of me, causing me to jerk and gasp loudly. My eyes flew open at the sudden penetration and our eyes locked.

Holy...

"I need my answer, Evelyn," he said, cupping my jaw tightly, his lips inches away from mine I wanted him to kiss me. So bad.

But I couldn't surrender to him, not when it meant handing him the satisfaction he craved. I refused to grant him that power. No, I wanted to challenge him, to push him to the brink just as he pushed me. So, I held back, withholding the answer he sought, knowing it would only fuel his desires.

I wanted to see him equally frustrated, teetering on the edge just as I was.

"You won't give up so easily, will you?" A smirk curved at his lips, he probably understood my game....

was about to do, he started moving his fingers in and out of me. Slowly fucking me with his fingers, I shamelessly rocked against him, pushing myself further into his palm as he fucked me. And then he increased his speed, from starting to move very slowly to ruthlessly fucking me and making the bead beneath us shake and

cried out, holding onto the sheets as tight as I could, my back arched, and my hips shook. The sound of my own wetness echoed the room making shivers run down my

myself ensnared, unable to tear my eyes away from his penetrating stare. His face, absolutely fucking mesmerizing, drew me in deeper,

my butthole, and pulling out his fingers Jacob slowly circled my puckered butthole, pressing a thumb inside. "Ahh," I screamed but

there yet," He chuckled, "I was just checking if it still feels how it felt the last time I

him, my eyes watery from all the torture of his ministrations and he slowly pushed his fingers back inside of my pussy again, and this time they didn't even start slow, the moment he'd thrust them inside of me, he began to move with absolute ruthlessness. Too fast and rapid.

god..." I cried, my cries muffled because of

so fucking

unclench around his digits, my body shook, and my hips rose but just then he pulled out his fingers, leaving me

through tears, my voice trembling with desperation. "Don't

lips, his face looming closer to mine as he removed his hand from my mouth, his gaze fixed

air, my lungs struggling to fill with oxygen amidst the onslaught

the nearness of the climax teasing but elusive, withholding its

amidst the haze of desire and overwhelming need, I confessed the one thing I never thought

triumph flashed in

as his smirk widened, victorious. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

whispered against my lips

circles over my

begged,

clit, trailing down my slick folds, "You are fucking mine..." stopping

every fucking man in

it." and

he slammed

of me.