My Dad's Best Friend: Trouble In Paradise

CHAPTER 5 Aching For More

　　Evelyn

　　I heard the door click shut behind me, sending shivers down my spine. My breath came in uneven bursts, and my hair was a chaotic mess, courtesy of the winds that had rushed into the car as Jacob sped through the fifteen-minute drive in what felt like five minutes, or maybe even less. All I knew was-tonight he was not going to leave any inch of me untouched.

　　I had awakened the beast within him, and those mere five minutes of waiting had intensified his hunger to its peak.

　　No matter how familiar I was with Jacob and his unpredictable ways, I knew he would never cease to surprise me, and that thought...unnerved me.

　　Suddenly, his hand slid around my waist, and with a swift tug, he pressed me against the door, trapping me between his body and the frigid surface.

　　A soft gasp escaped my lips as his other hand encircled my throat, his warm fingers against my cold skin sending tantalizing shivers down my spine. It felt undeniably good, yet the proximity only heightened my nervousness.

　　I had struck a nerve by resisting him, and he wasn't about to let it slide – that was Jacob, always challenging, dominant, powerful, and utterly mesmerizing in all his sinful glory.

　　"Well, someone was feeling rather confident just a few moments ago," he murmured against my lips, a wicked smirk curving on his own. "So, where has all that confidence disappeared to?"

　　I mustered a weak response, "You mentioned you have something important to attend to tomorrow. Do you really think you'll be up to it without a good night's sleep?"

　　I knew it was a feeble attempt, but unless you were standing in my shoes, under the weight of his scorching gaze, surrounded by the allure of his cologne, you couldn't possibly claim immunity to his effects.

　　He emitted a low, throaty chuckle at my futile diversion before leaning in to brush his lips against my earlobe.

　　The heat seared through my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my fists at my sides in a futile attempt to ward off the shudder that threatened to overtake me. But then his words effortlessly swept away the last remnants of my resistance.

　　"I don't need to sleep early to wake up early, Evelyn. If that were the case, how could I attend your dad's tiresome functions even after spending the entire night f*****g you, all raw?" His words left me trembling in his arms.

　　Those nights were something else...

　　Despite the risks, he had delved deep into me in every way imaginable.

　　"Now...Stop with the excuses and get on the bed," he commanded, his chest vibrating against mine. His authoritative tone only intensified the dampness between my thighs.

　　As he released his hold on me, I took a deep breath and began heading for the bed knowing I had no way to resist, but before I had even taken two steps, Jacob seized my wrist and yanked me close, my back colliding with his chest.

　　I arched back against him, feeling his large erection pressing against my ass.

　　"Do you think it can be that simple, baby?" He traced a daring path from my neck to my shoulder, where he allowed my sleeve to slide down, his fingers then moving to the zipper of my dress. His free hand crept around my hip, holding it firmly, his fingers digging into my hip bone, "It wouldn't be any fun if you walked in there fully dressed," he purred, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'd much rather prefer you completely naked, ready for me. Ready to fuck."

　　"Jacob..."

　　"Shh..." His hushed whisper silenced my protests as he deftly unzipped my dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. His hand moved to the clasp of my bra and effortlessly unhooked it, "Just do as I say, baby."

　　There wasn't much of a choice, really.

　　My mind may have resisted, but my aching body was more than willing to heed his commands.

　　My bra soon joined the dress on the floor. My breathing was quick and shallow, my skin ablaze with desire, and my heart ready to burst. I wanted him, but I understood that he wouldn't yield unless I submitted to his will.

　　"You're so wet, baby..." He slowly pulled down my panties, his hand trailing down from my stomach, eventually reaching my p***y where his fingers glided over my folds, spreading my own wetness. His touch made me even more damn and needy, "You're making it difficult for me not to f**k you right here."

　　Damn, Jacob and his words... They would be the death of me.

　　As much as I hated to admit it, it wasn't just Jacob's touch that turned me on, in fact, he'd barely touched me.

　　His words alone had the power to make me crumble...

　　"Please..." I managed to utter, my legs struggling to maintain their balance as I leaned against him, and the smirk on his face widened.

　　Jacob seized my jaw, tilting my face to look deep into my eyes. "You remember the two options, Evie?" He employed his sly charm once again, "You agreed not to complain for the whole night...so, close that pretty mouth and get on the bed."

　　Damn, his voice... I loved and hated the way, his voice was always suave and seductive, unwavering even when he effortlessly stripped me bare with mere words.

　　"Did you hear me, Evelyn?" He trailed his smooth fingers along my jaw, and I nodded, surrendering to his demands, all in the hope that he'd quench the raw desire pulsing through every inch of my body.

　　Walking towards the bed with my heels still on – because neither of us had the thought or the patience to remove them – I felt his gaze trailing all over me. It was as though he was drinking in the sight, and the longer he watched, the more I knew he could see my visible shudders and the struggle I fought to maintain my composure.

　　Then, I caught the unmistakable sound of his breath quickening, slicing through the silence of the room. My spine straightened as the tremors overtook me, leaving me vulnerable before his hunger-filled eyes.

　　This wasn't our first time having s*x, not by a long shot. So why did it always feel like the very first time?

　　"Stay right there, Evelyn," Jacob's voice resonated, freezing me in place even before my mind had fully registered his words. That was his power – the ability to control and manipulate me at will. And tonight, I knew he intended to wield that power to its fullest.

　　"Now, turn around."

　　I swallowed hard. Suddenly, my pulse quickened, and my core throbbed with anticipation.

　　Fuck. He could ruin me at this point and I wouldn't complain.

　　Moistening my lips, I turned around, and a soft gasp escaped my mouth as I saw him approaching with long strides. In the blink of an eye, he was right before me, dangerously close. Close enough to hear my heartbeats and observe the surprise etched across my features as his eyes meticulously roved from top to bottom.

　　"Sit down, Evelyn," he coaxed, his fingers brushing my jaw, and I found myself perched on the edge of the bed, my gaze locked onto his.

　　What was he planning? He had many facets to his personality, but this was a new one, dark and enigmatic, yet utterly captivating.

　　Just as I was about to speak, he dropped to his knees before me, spreading my thighs apart. I instinctively grasped the sheets behind me, seeking balance. In a matter of seconds, his fingers caressed my quivering slit, and my hips bucked, a gasp escaping my lips.

　　Throughout, he never averted his gaze. I knew he relished witnessing my reactions, familiar with his cravings and desires. Right now, all he desired was me, yet I understood that he wouldn't give it to me so easily. It was his way – always pushing me to the brink before revealing the stars behind my closed eyelids with every thrust.

　　"Jacob..." A moan escaped my lips as he inserted two of his fingers, knuckles deep. The unmistakable sound of my own wetness, so blatantly evident, didn't faze me.

　　I wanted him.

　　Only him.

　　Forever... just him.

　　He remained silent, shifting his mouth downward to my wet p***y and sucking my clit into his warm embrace. His fingers remained inside me, extracting more wetness with each teasing push.

　　I threw my head back, my body arching into his touch, moving with the sinuous rhythm of his tongue that drove me wild. My hips quivered, my eyes teared up within seconds, and sweat glistened on my forehead.

　　He took it slow, ensuring that I felt every tantalizing moment.

　　God, was he even a man, or was he a direct descendant of the devil? I had always harbored my doubts.

　　His nails dug into my thighs, keeping them spread wide for his pleasure as he kissed my throbbing p***y, slipped his tongue between my slick folds, and teased me.

　　I gasped for air, my labored breathing a testament to my struggle. His firm grip held me in place, no matter how desperately my body yearned to pull away from the torturous, slow pleasure.

　　Unable to withstand it any longer, I begged, "Jacob... no more." My voice nearly a scream as he continued to r****h me, pulling me close into his mouth every time. His movements were a slow and maddening rhythm, picking up pace to drive me to the brink of insanity, only to slow down again, drawing out my torment. His lips moved in all motions, his tongue even more of an expert as it ate me up everywhere.

　　Then, just as I felt my c****x approaching, the knot in my core coiling after enduring his exquisite torture for so long, Jacob abruptly ceased. His tongue left my pulsating p***y and traced a path up my body until it reached my neck, stopping at my jaw.

　　I whimpered, aching from being denied my release, and just as I contemplated taking matters into my own hands, he locked my wrists under his control and pushed me down on the bed with a thud. His face loomed above mine, his emerald eyes dancing with amusement. No doubt-I was in love with the devil.

　　"Jacob, please," I pleaded, attempting to squirm, but he held me in place, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in and traced his tongue against my n****e, causing a gasp to escape my lips.

　　"You thought it was over, Tesoro?" he chuckled before lavishing the same attention on my other n****e, making my throbbing p***y pulse with need. Then, he moved closer to my ear and whispered, "The night is far from over."