My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 201

Evelyn

Jacob drove with reckless abandon, the car slicing through the night as the engine roared. The wind rushed in through my open window, sharp as a blade yet strangely smooth, wrapping around my hand as I held it outside. The music played softly in the background, barely audible over the wind's howl. Jacob had his hand on my thigh, soft and soothing.

I glanced at him. His focus was entirely on the road, his jaw set in quiet determination. Unable to resist, I leaned closer, kissing his jawline, then his cheek, then trailing it slowly to the corner of his mouth.

His eyes flicked toward me, his grip on my thigh tightening, the green of his irises darkening like the night enveloping us.

Teasingly, I shifted my lips to the other corner of his mouth, hovering just enough to feel his breath. Then, I brushed against his lips, soft and deliberate. I felt him stiffen beneath me.

"We could both die right now, Evelyn," he growled, his voice low and warning. "Do you want that?"

"What if I said yes?" I countered, moving to straddle him, my back pressing against his window.

"Then I'd say no," he whispered, his gaze locking onto mine. "Because I have too much planned for us to throw it all away like this." His voice was steady, yet the hunger in his eyes betrayed him. His left hand rose to my throat, his thumb applying the lightest pressure while his other hand gripped the wheel. "There's so much I want to do to you-every single day."

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like what?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Without answering, he pushed my dress higher, his fingers grazing my exposed thighs. The cold metal of his rings sent shivers coursing through me, amplifying the ache building inside.

"You really want me to say it?" he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

I could already feel him hardening beneath me. The temptation was maddening, nearly impossible to resist.

"No," I replied, "I don't want to hear it." I leaned in closer, my lips a breath away from his as I straddled his lap, "I want you to show me."

our eyes on the road and the car was on

a sharp hiss from him. My lips trailed to his neck, teasing along the veins that pulsed beneath his skin.

swift motion, he muttered, "Fuck this," and turned

I could catch my breath, his hand was on the back of my neck, pulling me

instinctively, meeting the desperate thrusts of his. I reached for the seat controls, pushing it back to give us more space as he deepened

waist, then my ass, pulling me tighter against him. His tongue claimed mine, and each nip, each touch,

dress, hiking it up with ease until his fingers found their target. He pressed against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my head falling back as my spine arched into the steering wheel. His other

one swift tug, the sound of tearing fabric filled the small space, and my panties joined the chaos

belt, my hands trembling with anticipation. When I freed him, my fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, savoring the heat and weight of him. He groaned, his head dipping to my neck as his lips left a trail of open-mouthed kisses. I tangled my free hand in his hair, pulling him

push inside. Inch by inch, he stretched me, filling

gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. He paused, letting me adjust, before rolling his hips in a slow,

catching my bottom lip. He tugged it gently before releasing it, his hands gripping my waist to pull me against

our sounds- moans, gasps, and the slap of

forceful, more desperate. Mynet

body

through me, and every time he plunged deeper sparks

me harder and deeper with each second

Jacob rasped, his breath hot against my ear, "it's never enough. There's always more of you I want to claim." His hand slid under my dress to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my

thrust as he drove deeper into me, relentless and consuming. My hips

his movements, my

breath escaped my lips in broken moans. I was burning alive-and, oh god, I craved every second

every stroke. My walls clenched and released around him, gripping him as though my body refused to fet him go. I could feel every inch of him, his thick, veined length stretching me in ways that left me breathless en now, I couldn't. fathom how I'd taken

massive.

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