My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 113 Fire Of Desire

Evelyn

Since the moment he declared it should be his name falling from my lips instead of God's, it was Jacob's and Jacob's alone. Every sound, every moan, every cry I attempted to stifle it was all for Jacob. He now had my hands trapped under his grip, his other hand lifting my leg high, resting it on his shoulder as he drove us both to the brink of ecstasy.

Forget ecstasy. Let's just say, he was fucking me to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, like the countless ones before. He was simply incredible, too wild to be captured in words. He knew no restraint, and I didn't want him to stop.

"Oh, Jacob," I cried out, biting my bottom lip, throwing my head back as he delved into my pussy with incredible speed, the bed beneath us bouncing and squeaking. I wondered if we were being too loud, if his parents might hear us at any moment. But in the midst of it all, my body aflame and my mind solely focused on him, I couldn't care less.

"Your pussy is too good for me, baby," he chuckled, his lips dry as he licked them, sweat-dampened hair falling lightly over his forehead, his body glistening as droplets of sweat traced down his sculpted abs. The way his eyes darkened with each thrust he looked like a god, a god ravishing me. "You make it impossible for me to hold back."

Man, just the sight of him could make me come undone. He was erotically captivating, especially when he spoke like that. Jacob and his words-they were pure magic.

"I'm so close..." I whimpered, my back arching and hips trembling.

“I know, baby,” a smirk danced on his lips as he adjusted his hips to ensure he hit my sweet spot repeatedly. My eyes squeezed shut, and I moaned loudly, nearly weeping at the sensation-it was overwhelming, yet undeniably euphoric.

"Oh my...don't stop!" I cried out, desperate to free my hands as every part of me unraveled, my mind fading into oblivion as overwhelming sensations consumed me. My toes curled, my back arched, and my hips lifted from the bed, trembling. My heart thundered in my chest, and then, I shattered beneath him, screaming his name. The bed sheet was wet at this point from my wetness, I was soaking wet and my body still begged for more.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Jacob!" The orgasm crashed over me like a frantic wave, sweeping away all sense for a few precious seconds. It was the strongest I'd experienced all night, and by the relentless pounding of Jacob's movements, I knew another round was imminent.

This time, Jacob finally released my hands, leaning in to kiss me. I responded eagerly, his tongue igniting a fire within me, reigniting desires as if they'd never been sated. He knew how to stoke the flames, how to provoke the hunger-he fucking knew it. All too well.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips as we parted.

A soft smile graced his lips as he responded, "I love you too, Evie. And I'll show you in every damn way that you're loved just the way you are. Perfect and worth fighting for." With that, he gripped the headboard, withdrawing only to slam back into my pussy, making me gasp and my eyes roll shut as he began to truly pound into me.

Oh god. His speed....I didn't have any words to explain but it was no joke.

"You'll destroy me," I breathed out, feeling him deep within me, a sensation that bordered on transcendent. I could have sworn to god that..I actually felt him in my abdomen. I just did.

"And I'll mend you back," he chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps crawling across my skin. His hand on my jaw, he kissed me fiercely, his tongue dueling with mine.

He resumed his rapid pace, gradually building to a crescendo, his free hand resting on my hips, steadying me as he drove me to the brink. And just as he anticipated that I would come apart really very soon, I felt the tension building in my lower abdomen.

God! It hadn't even been ten minutes since my last climax.

"I'm so close," I whimpered, clutching onto him as he thrust with everything he had, his controlled intensity contrasting with my unraveling state. “Jacob...please,” I moaned, my walls tightening around him. Fuck, he felt too good inside of me and he fitted too well.

"Fuck," he hissed, a hint of loss of control creeping in, "I could fuck you all night long, Evelyn, but if you keep driving me wild like this, I might lose it too soon." The bed shook beneath us with each powerful thrust.

"I...didn't do anything," I stammered, torn between focusing on the impending orgasm and responding to his words.

"God! What am I going to do with

you?" He crushed his lips to mine again, grabbing my breast and squeezing it, sending jolts of sensation straight to my core. My hips bucked, my eyes closed.

"Jacob," I cried out, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

As the orgasm ripped through me, I screamed his name, every nerve ending ablaze.

"God, Evelyn..." With a deep groan, Jacob found release as well.

Devoid of energy, I lay still, my eyes drifting to Jacob. There was no sight more beautiful than watching him in the throes of passion. He was art-pure and exquisite.

As he rested against me, releasing his grip on the headboard and burying his head in the crook of my neck, I exhaled softly, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his temple.

A few minutes later, as I attempted to shift just the slightest bit, I realized he was still inside me.

"Did you think it was over, baby?" He

chuckled showing no signs of exhaustion despite being the one who'd done all the work. He sat up, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer.

"W-what?" I stammered, shocked that it hadn't even been five minutes and he seemed ready for another round. Was he actually serious? No way.

A smirk played on his lips as I felt him hardening inside me, and he winked, "Be ready, baby."

Oh god...

So, he was really very serious....