My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 151 Evoking Fire

Evelyn

My moan, which slipped past my lips, resounded in the kitchen, and another sound climbed up my throat as his lips, cool with the touch of ice, trailed along the delicatework of veins on my neck. His hand on my thigh tightened as his hips ground against mine, making sure I felt every bit of his hardness and the memory of him once inside of me, hard and throbbing came crashing over my mind.

God! Now that he was this close, I knew how much I missed the way he fucked me. His hard cock inside of me.

I was already so fucking aroused, and what made it worse was that I had missed feeling this wet. Only he could make me feel this way. Only he had the power to draw forth such raw desire from within me, every nerve tingling with anticipation, every pore slick with sweat, every inch of my being ablaze with need.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed against me, coaxing forth a whimper and coaxing my eyelids shut in response.

I shouldn't be enjoying this.

We were done! He broke my heart-end of the chapter. But fuck, I still wanted him to break my bed-I wanted him to fuck me. To feel him against every inch of my skin.

I shivered against his touch as he traced downwards, the ice slowly melting against my skin as he descended it, his free hand slowly coming upwards, and he slipped the small triangle of my bra to the side, exposing my hardened nipple. His fingers gently circled it before he pinched it, causing a zap of electric shock to travel straight to my pussy. The heat of his body, the cold of the ice, his hardened bulge straining against his pants, and his warm breath fanning my skin-all of it sent a pulsing heat straight to my core.

It felt too good...

But, fuck! It shouldn't.

I should stop him. Yes, I fucking should.

“Jacob—“ I finally opened my mouth, but then the next thing that left it was a loud, strangled moan as he pressed the ice cube on my hardened nipple. His lips brushing against my breast and the ice cube pressed against my nipple.

Jesus Christ!

I pressed myself against the counter as much as I could, just so I wouldn't end up pressing myself against Jacob Adriano, who was already making me see stars behind my eyelids in the scorching daylight.

My body arched into his touch, and my thighs pressed together as he slid his free hand down my ass, giving it a rough squeeze, causing more wetness to flood down my pussy. That same hand traveled upwards, grabbing my other breast and molding it in his hand.

My body shook, my breathing came out in heavy pants, a cold trail of sweat covered my forehead.

I didn't know if it was physically possible or not, but I felt like I could come just from this. His touch, his body heat, and this goddamn ice cube. I was so fucking turned on, and with Jacob's sight right in front of me, I might actually come.

And just like that, the chill of the ice cube vanished, replaced by the unmistakable sound of it clattering against the tiled kitchen floor, its echoes reverberating through the room. Little did I know then, the abrupt end of that icy sensation was only the beginning of something far more unexpected...

"Jacob, let me " Before I could finish my sentence, his lips came hot on my nipple, taking it into his mouth as he squeezed my other breast. Holy shit!

I threw my head back, a loud moan slipping past my lips, which I instantly regretted. My friends were outside, as was Cameron. If any of them happened to come here and watch this-all my plans would go in vain.

I was trying to forget this man, this very man...who now had his mouth around my nipple, his hand on my breast, and my thigh under his grasp with his crotch so fucking close to my pussy that was throbbing in need.

Every part of me wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me hard—just like he always did but, I knew that was the last thing I should be wanting. He was no good for me he was my ruin. The one who already ruined me once.

But despite everything, I still wanted him to ruin me between the sheets, in every aspect of life, everywhere and anywhere imaginable.

He sucked on my nipple before his hand, which was groping my breast until now, set between us and landed on my pussy, palming me over my panty.

"Shit!" I hissed, my hips bucking at his touch. Even my pussy missed his touch.

It was as if the universe itself

conspired against me, orchestrating every twist and turn to lead me back into Jacob's arms. Even my own body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a hunger I couldn't deny. And as for my soul? Well, it seemed to have its own agenda, inexplicably drawn to Jacob like a moth to a flame, despite all rationality

screaming for me to resist.

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But this man, this man made of fire, he would fucking destroy me. I knew it because he already had. He slowly released my nipple with a pop before he leaned closer to my ear.

"I know you want me to fuck you, Evelyn," he chuckled darkly into my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe. "Remember those moments? When I fucked you, having you bent over the bed, every inch of you exposed and your pussy dripping for me?"

Hell, I wanted to say no-but I did. I remembered every little detail of it, and my body craved the exact same thing again. But I couldn't tell him that, could I? Or else all this

resistance I'd shown until nowal

would go in vain. Man, it was actually going in vain right now as I was, pressed against the counter with his body, and his cock so close to my wet heat.

"Right now, I want to fuck you just like that. Have you screaming my name when you'd come around my hard cock buried deep inside of your tight cunt."

My throat dried up, my heart hammered against my chest, and my pussy throbbed with need.

Get a hold of yourself, Evelyn. If you let him fuck you once you'd never get out of that cycle ever again.

"So tell me, Evelyn..." A smirk curved at his lips as he slowly rolled my nipple between his fingers, "What would you do if I slid this panty of yours to the side, and shoved my cock into you and fucked you hard against the kitchen counter with all your friends out there totally hearing what is going on here?"

The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, but some sort of anticipation gripped me. I didn't, even in the slightest way, hate the thought of him actually doing that. Half of me was more than willing to let him fuck me right now, but the other half of me was torn between decisions.

I couldn't let him wrap me around his fingers again.

I couldn't risk being heartbroken again. Trade pleasure for the ultimate pain.

"You're mine, Evelyn. No matter what you do, how hard you push, or how far you try to run, nothing will erase me from your mind," he murmured his voice a low, possessive whisper. "Only can fuck you right, Evelyn. I know every inch of your body, every secret pleasure, every hidden desire. It would take Cameron years to even scratch the surface of what I can do for you, to even figure out how to make you cum in just a minute."

As I parted my lips to respond, the sound of approaching footsteps sliced through the air, drawing my attention to the imminent intrusion. Panic seized me as I registered the presence someone. With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed Jacob away, hastily readjusting my bra to conceal any hint of arousal, willing my flushed cheeks to cool.

My gaze darted to the entrance as Nancy strode into the kitchen, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny as they flitted between Jacob and me. Suspicion radiated from her as she demanded, "Well, care to explain what's going on here?"

Of course, she'd know where two people like Jacob and me were in the same room, something must have happened.

Before I could answer, Jacob decided to open his goddamn mouth, "Actually.." He drawled out, "I was helping your friend calm down with some ice. Such a hot summer, no?" he chuckled, staring at me. A smirk curved at his lips while my cheeks turned red remembering how his mouth was all on

my nipple.

"Enjoy the party, Evelyn," he said, shooting me a wink before he walked out of the kitchen, without another glance back at us.

Nancy rested her hands on her hips, suspicion etched across her features. "What happened here?"

“Just a chat, Nancy," I chuckled, attempting to brush it off. "Nothing serious."

"Girl, your nipple's half out, and you're claiming it's just conversation?" Her blunt observation caught me off guard, and I glanced down to confirm her assessment.

“Damn,” I muttered, hastily readjusting my bra.

“So, did you let him fuck you against the counter?” Nancy's direct question hung in the air, demanding a response.

"Absolutely not!" I protested. "Nothing of the sort happened."

"Lies won't save you, Evie. Tell me the truth," she insisted, arms crossed in front of her, her expression unwavering.

"I'll fill you in later. Right now, everyone's waiting for us outside," I deflected, making a swift exit.

“Evelyn! You can't just run away from this!"

Ignoring her protests, I hurried toward the pool area, banking on Nancy's reluctance to cause a scene in front of others.