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 pration 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....

And then before I could progress what he 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 squeal.

"Oh fuck!" I 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 spine.

His gaze, intense and unwavering, bore into me, dissecting every flicker of emotion, every subtle reaction. I found myself ensnared, unable to tear my eyes away from his prating stare. His face, absolutely fucking mesmerizing, drew me in deeper, especially at such close proximity, making it even more challenging to focus on anything else.

His fingers curled inside of me, drawing more wetness out that it slid down to my butthole, and pulling out his fingers Jacob slowly circled my puckered butthole, pressing a thumb inside.

"Ahh," I screamed but his hand came over my mouth silencing me, his smirk evident.

"Don't worry I am not going to fuck you there yet," He chuckled, "I was just checking if it still feels how it felt the last time I took you there. And fuck..." His eyes darkened, "It feels even better."

I looked at 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. Hitting spots that made me stars behind my eyelids.

"Oh my god..." I cried, my cries muffled because of his hand over my mouth and my orgasm neared.

I was so fucking close....

My walls began to clench and unclench around his digits, my body shook, and my hips rose but just then he pulled out his fingers, leaving me painfully hanging.

"No, please," I pleaded through tears, my voice trembling with desperation. "Don't stop."

A smirk crept across his lips, his face looming closer to mine as he removed his hand from my mouth, his gaze fixed on me. "Then give me what I want, Evelyn," he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I gasped for air, my lungs struggling to fill with oxygen amidst the onslaught of sensations.

It was agonizing, the nearness of the climax teasing but elusive, withholding its release.

And then, in a moment of raw vulnerability, amidst the haze of desire and overwhelming need, I confessed the one thing I never thought I would. "I won't... I won't meet him anymore."

A glint of triumph flashed in his eyes, his hand curling around my throat as his smirk widened, victorious. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he whispered against my lips, his fingers descending to trace delicate circles over my clit, reigniting the flames of desire.

"Please..." I begged, aching for him.

"Just get thing one thing straight in your head, Evelyn," He whispered, his voice low, as his fingers continued their slow sensual movements on my clit, trailing down my slick folds, "You are fucking mine..." stopping his movements for a second, and with practiced ease he slid down his trousers, followed by his brief, freeing his cock, "And I will make

sure every fucking man in this world

knows it." and then without any

warning he slammed his cock inside

of me.

The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my eyes snapping open in shock. I sat up abruptly, my hips trembling uncontrollably as the overwhelming wave of ecstasy engulfed me, leaving my mind in a whirlwind and my body quivering with aftershocks.

Gripping onto the sheets for dear life, I rode out the intensity of the climax, slowly coming down from the dizzying heights of pleasure.

Fuck.

This was just a sex dream.

But the orgasm was real....

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I just had a sex dream of the man I was trying to avoid at all costs.

"Shit, Evelyn. What the fuck are you doing?" I muttered, running a hand through my hair and a cold bead of sweat slid down my forehead. The orgasm...was intense. The first one I fucking had after I left Jacob in Italy.

Peeling the duvet away from my body, I discovered the sizable wet patch on my panties, and a shiver ran down my spine as the memory of the dream flooded back. It had felt to real... the sensation of him so close, his breath mingling with mine, his touch igniting every nerve ending within me-it had felt too good.

But it was a fucking bad news! Because now I fucking knew, it was going to be way tougher to resist Jacob than I'd imagined it'd be.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I sighed burying my face into my hands.

Things were not going to be easy....but I at least knew what I needed to do.