My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 28 Ready For Me?

Evelyn

As the sound of the door closing reverberated through the room, my heart raced, thumping against my chest. Each breath I took was heavy, and my palms felt sweaty. My throat grew parched, and nerves danced within me.

Yes, I was nervous.

But amidst the nerves, there was no doubt in my mind. Every fibre of my soul knew that choosing Jacob was the only decision that mattered. There was no one else in this world I desired. From the very beginning, it had always been Jacob, and it would always be him.

He approached me from behind, his hand sliding around my waist, drawing me closer to the warmth of his chest. I could feel his hardness against my back, causing the heat between us to rise to a few degrees.

"How much can you handle?" He murmured, kissing my earlobe and moving down to my neck where he laid his leech-like kisses and left his red artwork on my skin, or so I could say, deep hickeys that'd take days to fade away.

"I don't want you to hold back anything," I breathed out, my hand moved to tangle my fingers into his hair whilst he assaulted my neck and triggered me to get even wetter.

Desire had consumed my thoughts, leaving me unable to focus on anything else but him. This man utterly captivated me under his spell; I was entranced by his mere presence. Every time his fingers grazed my skin, it ignited a fire within me. I was drowning in the waves of desire and god, I was drowning deep.

The contrast between his warm skin and my own coolness sent shivers down my spine. The barrier of clothing between us became an agonizing torture, intensifying the anticipation for the moment of ultimate connection. Yet, strangely, I cherished every second of this encounter, even during the torturous wait.

"Do you think you can handle all of it?" he asked, his warm breath teasing my sensitive skin.

The campfire in my belly blazed into an inferno at the core of my being. At that moment, an indescribable sensation, both unfamiliar and intoxicating, surged through my entire body in mere seconds. The need for friction grew, surpassing my initial nervousness, and aligning with the surge of every other emotion and physical response coursing through me.

I released a low sigh, trying hard to keep myself standing upright and not let my knees give up.

"Yes," I finally spoke, craning my neck to look at him, "I want you. All of you."

His eyes glimmered with lust and an enigmatic essence, shrouded by the obscure shadows that hindered my complete view. As I peered into their depths, I recognized the unmistakable truth—I had surrendered myself to him, losing any possibility of retreat. There wasn't even a faint corner of my mind that entertained the thought of stepping back.

I couldn't ascertain if it was love that I felt for him, but I knew with certainty the feeling of love could not be any less than what I felt for Jacob.

His hand ventured toward the zipper of my dress, deftly undoing it in one swift motion. The scarlet fabric cascaded to the ground, forsaken and forgotten, like a worthless possession.

He eyed me up and down, looking absolutely stunned by what he was seeing. His unwavering devotion erased any trace of insecurity within me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and a delightful tingling sensation coursed through my skin under his prolonged, enamoured gaze.

Caressing my cheek with his fingertips, he trailed them down towards my lower abdomen, teasing me with tantalising strokes.

I drew in a shallow breath, and a surge of electric sensation permeated my being. My thoughts scattered, and I found myself unable to think straight. Not that I wished to figure out anything at all.

The hunger reflected in his green eyes shattered my confidence, yet I stood on my ground as he gracefully dropped to one knee. Taking my leg, he gently rested it on his knee, skillfully unhooking one heel before repeating the gesture with the other.

His sensual movements drove me crazy. I was dripping wet and if I was not wearing this lingerie, my wetness would have surely dripped down my thighs.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jacob came up, grabbing onto my hips as he gently pushed me down the bed, not even for a second did he tear his eyes away from mine. Giving me a look that told me to stay still in my place, he slowly kissed my thighs, gliding his lips down to my legs before moving upwards and spreading my thighs wider. His warm breath hit my moist cleft from over my soaked panty.

My eyes closed shut at the feel of his lips all over me. I fisted the bed sheets as tight as possible.

A few seconds later, he removed my bra and then I felt him sliding my panty off of me. The cold air hit my bare pussy causing me to shiver and my eyes open in shock.

Pushing two of his fingers inside my tight hole, he came up and kissed me on the lips, swallowing the gasp that was on the verge of breaking through my throat. I let his tongue invade my mouth, and he kissed me hungrily. His fingers inside of me began moving in and out, stretching me as he added a third one and continued his movements. His other hand teased and pinched my hardened nipples.

My hips matched the motions of his fingers, leaning into his touch every time he'd push in.

Once we both were nearly out of breath, it was when he broke the kiss.

He attempted to move and go down on me but I held onto him, "Not today." I breathed out, "Tonight, I want you. Only you."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

From his expression, he'd said it clear that this time the answer I'd give him would be the final one. He was not going to hold back anymore.

I did not give my mind the chance to rethink my decision, instead, I pulled him closer, pressing my forehead against his as I whispered, "Make me yours, Jacob."

Apparently, this was the last stroke for him to completely get out of bounds. He slammed his lips on mine, rapidly opening his shirt whilst I helped him get it off of it.

His muscular figure entered my field of vision, instantly causing my breath to catch, a completely involuntary reaction to his presence.

He was undeniably stunning. His well-defined abs, powerful arms, and the intricate tattoos adorning his chiselled chest, extending down to the wrist of his left hand... every aspect of him was awe-inspiring.

I raised myself and unbuckled his belt. He observed me as I slowly threw his belt away and unzipped his pants before I pushed them down, leaving him only in his briefs.

I could both see and feel his hardened member from over his briefs. I swallowed, feeling a bit nervous at some point. Even though I'd seen him naked before, today, I was feeling nervous like I'd never felt before.

I shook all of my thoughts away and pulled his briefs down as well. His daunting length came into my view, almost slapping against his stomach. He was..huge.

"It's not like you haven't seen this before baby, is it?" He chuckled, which sounded husky, before he cupped my face with one hand and leaned closer to my face, "Wait here for a second."

He moved and reached for his drawer before he fetched out a condom sachet, tearing the packet with his teeth, he pulled it out and slipped it on.

Not even for once, I managed to tear my eyes away from him, there was something strangely addictive about him that hauled me towards him without letting me know it. I could not help but keep falling weak for him every time I saw him.

He climbed on the bed once again, shoving his hand between my legs as he parted them and rubbed my pussy, looking deep into my eyes as I threw my head back, biting down my bottom lip to stifle the moan. He pushed me down the bed once again, worshipping my body as if I was the most precious belonging he could ever have.

He was gentle, as if I was so fragile that even a single touch could break me.

"You are perfect, Evelyn. The most perfect woman I have ever seen." He murmured, caressing my face whilst he assaulted the sensitive bundle of nerves down there, coating his fingers with my juices.

"Jacob, Please..." I whimpered, unlike other times this time I knew exactly what I wanted.

I wanted him. My body yearned for

him, his touch, his closeness. I

el

wanted his lips on mine, feel his steady heartbeats, trace his beautiful smooth skin, run my fingers through his hair and breathe in his scent. I wanted him close to me, forever.

"You are going to be the death of me." He growled and slammed his lips on mine. The kiss left me breathless like every other kiss of his. I fisted onto his hair, pulling him even closer to me, loving the closeness.

His length poked my inner thigh, causing my desire to reach the top once again. The world did not exist for me anymore, only Jacob did and every thought of mine revolved around him, only him.

Both of us breathed heavily as he grabbed his length and positioned it between my thighs. Right at my centre, the entrance that was begging for the friction only he could give me.

"Are you ready, my love?" He asked, looking deep into my eyes, exploring every curve of my soul, unfolding every secret, looking through

everything and in the midst of it

searching for any speck of

ove

hesitation but from the small smile on his lips, I could tell that he found

none.

A small smile tugged at my lips as well, and I finally let out, "Yes."