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.

pace further more. "Even when you deny wanting me, you still want to come with my fingers fucking

shit, it

mouth, Evelyn," he whispered, his

this to continue without

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

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

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

threat actually sounded

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

Jacob," I finally

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

fucking orgasm, in the hands of the man, every fiber of

craves, desires

against my ear. "Well, I didn't quite hear it. Say it again baby. Tell me

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

a single kiss had felt so wrong, but with Jacob...everything felt right. Even the

a line on my neck. I threw my head back, the edge of the bar pressing into my spine, causing

make

fingers moved from slow to fast, then agonizingly slow again. He knew too well the moves that would push me to the edge yet not give me what I craved. I hated how