My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

The moment his fingers landed on my soaking-wet, aching, and bare pussy, I knew he would make sure I lost this battle before it even began. Suddenly, I couldn't speak, breathe, or think straight. All I could focus on was his touch-those goddamn fingers on me. They had just made contact with my pussy, and already, my body was on fire. Untameable, wild, ferocious fire.

I gasped at the sensations exploding in my lower abdomen, my heart hammering in my chest, my eyes locked with his, unblinking.

God! Save me.

"His touch doesn't leave you this shaken, does it?" A smirk curved his lips as his fingers began drawing slow, soft, torturous circles on my clit.

Fuck!

Don't moan, Evelyn.

Don't you dare moan.

I struggled against his grip, but my chest pressed against his, the heat of his body seeping into mine, driving me insane. Our faces were too close, and the urge to kiss him overwhelmed me. I wanted to kiss him. So badly. But at the same time, I didn't want to 'want to' kiss him. Did that make sense? Fuck it. Even if it didn't, I didn't care. Around Jacob, none of my reactions made sense and I doubted they ever would.

"Let..." A moan tried to interrupt my sentence, but I suppressed it before choking out, "Let me go!"

"You sure?" He slipped two fingers inside me, my wetness making it easy for him to slide in. "Because from what I can feel," he slowly moved his fingers in and out of my pussy, brushing his lips against my jaw, "your cunt is pretty much begging to be fucked!"

I bit down on my bottom lip, my hips shaking and my body arching into him as his fingers quickened their pace, the sounds piercing through the silence of the room. A moan slipped past my lips.

"Well," he smirked, biting onto my breast over my t-shirt. I could feel his teeth through the thin lace bra underneath, goosebumps covered my skin, every inch of my skin set on fire, burning with untamable heat only he could subside, "So, you do want to be fucked, Evie. Your boy-toy just left, and you're already ready to come apart in my hand?"

I tried to stifle my moans, to tear my gaze away from him, but I could only look at him. Only him and his mesmerizing green eyes, now full of lust and desire.

Yes. I wanted it.

I wanted him to fuck me. Hard.

But I wasn't going to admit it. Not even over my dead body.

Jacob quickened his pace, his fingers moving in a frantic rhythm, in and out, making my body tremble. My hands, still caught under his wrists, clenched into fists as I struggled against his grip-not to push him away, but to hold onto him, his broad shoulders or maybe his arms, just to hold onto him tightly. But he didn't let me fucking go.

He was fully in control. Just like he had always been.

He kept fucking me with his fingers, my wetness flooding down my inner thighs, my orgasm building at my core. His thumb rubbed my clit, drawing circles, the motion frantic, driving me fucking wild. "Oh god!" I finally cried out, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. Jacob's eyes lit up with amusement.

"Giving up already, baby?" he chuckled lowly, brushing his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent before kissing and biting my skin. "I thought you didn't want me."

"Bastard!" I managed to huff out between moans. When he suddenly curled his fingers, hitting my G-spot directly, I screamed, my hips jerking. He chuckled, his chest vibrating against mine.

"If you call me that again..." he murmured, leaning close to my ear, "you won't get the orgasm, Evie," his threat terrified me, "so try me."

I bit the inside of my cheek. Despite every part of me screaming to call him a bastard again and test his nerves, I swallowed my pride and didn't utter another word. Instead, I let my eyes communicate my hatred, even though I didn't truly hate him.

A grin spread across his lips, and he suddenly pushed his fingers deeper, making me yelp and my body jerk. He brushed his nose against my temple, his thumb continuing its torture, his fingers fucking me rough and fast. "Good girl," he murmured, and another brazen sound broke through my throat.

"Ahh!"

"Moan for me, baby," he growled, his teeth grazing my neck, leaving marks. "It's been so fucking long since I've heard those beautiful sounds. Damn, bless my fucking ears!"

Another moan tore through my throat as I felt the knot tightening. I was so close...so fucking close.

"God! I'm gonna cum," I cried out, my hips shaking, my fists clenched so tight that my nails dug into my skin, forming crescent marks. And just when I was seconds away, Jacob suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving me shocked and astounded.

I didn't even call him a bastard. Then why?

"Why did you?" Before I could finish my question, he flipped me over and pulled down my shorts in one swift movement. The cool air hit my pussy, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body again. A shiver ran down my spine.

Before I could realize what he was about to do, he raised my butt, my face still flat against the mattress, and dove into me with his tongue from behind.

And, God, oh God...his tongue. The feel of his tongue on me after so long....

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"Oh my God," I cried, clutching the bedsheets as tight as I could, my hips shaking vigorously as he licked me, eating me like a hungry man, When his tongue brushed past my back hole, my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head and my knees gave out, but Jacob's hand around my stomach held me stiff, keeping me just where I fucking was.

I just hoped I wouldn't faint. I just...hoped.

His tongue moved in every precise motion, his teeth grazing my clit as he sucked, teased, and licked it. He knew every part of me, every single spot, like the back of his hand.

My pussy clenched and unclenched around his tongue and fingers, which didn't stop their relentless thrusting, driving me to the edge.

I cried out, trying hard not to say his name, but after all my struggle, the moan slipped past my lips anyway, "Oh, Jacob!"

"Keep saying my name like that, baby," he spoke against my folds, his voice sending electric shocks through my body. "Moan for me." As always, my body obeyed, and I moaned his name, burying my face into the mattress to muffle the sound, but it came out too fucking loud anyway.

Jacob slapped my ass, biting each cheek, leaving marks before diving back into my soaking, aching pussy. "Fuck! You taste so good!"

Within seconds, the orgasm was there. One last movement of his tongue, and I knew I'd come the hardest I ever had. Then he gave it to me a roll of his tongue, a graze of his teeth, and a few flicks before thrusting his tongue into me. I came, spasming around him, coming apart completely.

Dots of black appeared in my vision, stars bursting behind my closed eyes as the orgasm rocked through my body. My breathing came in ragged pants, my body barely steady as Jacob savored every drop.

My heartbeat started to normalize

as I came down from my high, the

effects of the orgasm still lingering. Then Jacob turned me around again, laying me on my back. His eyes bore into mine as he leaned closer, his lips covered in my cum, threatening a blush to taint my cheeks. Judging by his widened

smirk, I knew the blush had indeed

reddened my face.

Shaking and trembling, I looked at him. I wanted him to kiss me, but I couldn't ask for it. One kiss would threaten to make me forget everything and embrace him again.

God! I was so fucking confused. I didn't know what I wanted.

I wanted Jacob, but I didn't want the fucking damage!

"Perhaps..." He began slowly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip while his other hand traced small circles on my bare inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine. His breath mingled with mine, his body heat tempting. "Try comparing this...what I gave you, with that guy. I bet he doesn't even know what sets this beautiful body on fire."

With that, he got off me and walked out the door, closing it shut behind him without another glance, as if he hadn't just eaten me out.

"Bastard!" I finally let out, but panting.