My Dad's Bestfriend
Chapter 98 Fire On Fire

Evelyn

"Um... I" I faltered, words escaping me as I stood there, stunned by his sudden appearance. It felt surreal that within mere minutes, he was here when I'd anticipated him hours later.

"I need an answer, Evelyn." He spoke my name like a whispered caress, closing the door with a nudge from his leg and striding toward me. He carelessly discarded his expensive coat on the floor, looming over me with his towering height as he stood before me. At this moment, I felt incredibly small in his presence-well, I was undeniably diminutive in comparison. And right now, I was at the exact eye level of his bulge.

Gently, he placed two fingers beneath my chin, tilting my face upwards to meet his gaze. I clenched my fists by my side, attempting to stave off the tremble his touch elicited, yet a shiver coursed down my spine regardless.

"Where's the camera?" The question spilled out, nagging at me for some time.

"You want to see it?" He suppressed a smile, gesturing toward a direction just above the sofa, slightly askew, where a camera was discreetly installed, providing him with an all-too-clear view, especially of me. My cheeks burned crimson at the sight, and I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

"Forget about the camera," he chuckled, brushing away a few stray strands of hair with his free hand, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Tell me. What do you want, baby?"

"You..." It took barely a moment for me to exhale the word, my gaze fixed on him-his presence alone felt majestic. I loved every bit of him.

"And can I have you in return?" He smirked, sinking to his knees before me, his hand landing on my thighs, parting them. The contrast of his warm touch against my chilled skin sent a cascade of goosebumps down my body, and my breath hitched.

"Oh!" A gasp escaped me as without delay, he kissed me there, his warm tongue teasing my entrance.

"Was this your imagination, baby?" He murmured, tracing his tongue from my slit to my clit, his repeated grazes making my hips jolt.

God, I was already on the edge.

I whimpered in response, attempting to shift away from his touch, yet his grip on me remained resolute, signalling that I had no escape and he would fulfil his desires as he pleased.

But here was the thing, I wanted him to do as he pleased but at the same time, it was too much for my body. Especially given the fact we'd spend the whole night having sex, with minimal breaks whereas the highest one remained for fifteen minutes.

"This... just this," I nibbled my bottom lip, my hips trembling as his tongue explored, kissing and sucking at my aching pussy

"I'm sure there's more to it, Evie," he murmured, inhaling my essence, a soft groan resonating in his chest. "Don't hold back. Give me the specifics."

Under the weight of his intense gaze, I struggled to form words, the stirring desires within my body making it even more challenging.

Attempting to speak, not even a syllable managed to escape-I was torn between pulling him closer for a kiss and responding to his inquiry. His mere presence here was overwhelmingly erotic.

"Here," I exhaled, slipping my hand between my thighs. With a single finger inside me, I continued, "I imagined your fingers here," I trailed my moistened finger over my clit, "I envisioned your tongue precisely here, over and over," His warm breath cascaded onto my hand, sending tingles through my body. "I pictured your mouth all over me... every part of me."

"Is that all?" His voice deepened, eyes smouldering with lust and desire as he gazed at me.

"No..." I shook my head, my hand replaceing its place at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until our eyes locked. "I imagined you fucking me. Harder and harder with each thrust."

"I will fuck you, Tesoro. I will..." His words trailed off, a smirk gracing his face as he guided me back against the sofa, spreading my thighs wider.

And then he plunged in. His mouth enveloped me entirely, his adept tongue swirling over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Jacob!" I clutched at his hair, a loud cry escaping me.

Without hesitation, he slipped two of his sizable, skillful fingers into my core, thrusting vigorously as his tongue incessantly teased my clit. Sensations surged through my entire being, heat permeated my skin, my eyes threatening to roll to the back of my head. My heartbeat raced, my toes curled, and my hips bucked in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

I was on the edge, and it hadn't taken him much effort to bring me to this brink.

"Fuck, Evelyn. I could do this for eternity and never tire of it," he groaned, his spare hand sneaking under my shirt to toy with my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, Jacob..." My moans escalated as his fingers intensified their pace, the sound of my own arousal reverberating through the room.

"Keep singing, Evelyn. Just like a bird."

"Jacob!" I screamed, surrendering to the euphoria, clutching his hair as tightly as I could. It was a miracle I hadn't already pulled out chunks, because I swear I held onto them with a vice-like grip. He didn't cease his movements even as the waves of the orgasm cascaded over me, his tongue persisting as the tremors of release coursed through my body, heightening the intensity.

Once the aftershocks gradually ebbed away, leaving me quivering with lingering desire, he licked me clean. Yet, my craving remained just as potent, if not more so.

I still longed for him with the same intensity as when we began. My desire hadn't waned a bit.

As he leaned in for a kiss, the taste of my essence lingering on his lips, I cupped his face in my hands, meeting his gaze as our lips brushed together. "I want you to fuck me, Jacob."

"I will fuck you, baby," he chuckled, his voice lowering to a sultry tone. "Did you think I'd let you slip away that easily?" His words sent shivers down my spine.

"That's not your style, is it? You

never take it easy on me," I chuckled softly as he swiftly turned me

around, my hands replaceing the top et

edge of the sofa for support. His hands guided my hips upward,

raising them high as my knees

résted on the lower edge of the sofa, my hands being my only support.

"You enjoy it when I fuck you hard, don't you?" His belt unbuckled, the zipper descending.

"I..." My words faltered, drowned in a gasp as he seized my hips, driving his cock deep inside me in one swift motion.

God, that was sudden... too exquisite.

He groaned softly, "You're incredibly tight, Evie."

As his thrusts commenced, my pussy clenched around him, welcoming his substantial girth.

"Harder, Jacob," I pleaded.

Our movements synchronized, his relentless penetration electrifying every inch of me. When his hands found my breasts, delving deeper, the rhythm altered, intensifying the pleasure. He fucked me harder just like I'd asked him to.

His thrusts made a rhythmic percussion against my skin, his balls slapping against my arse, the heat of his body driving me deeper into a cascade of moans.

Jacob grabbed my jaw, turning my

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head for a searing kiss. His hand slithered to my throat, applying a controlled pressure that mingled pleasure with a hint of delightful pain. The sofa shook beneath me, as he fucked me, going harder everytime, however, it didn't faze any of us.

At that moment, we were lost, consumed by each other.

"Jacob!" My voice echoed as he struck my sweet spot repeatedly, each touch threatening to unravel me.

His skilled hand found my pussy, coaxing me closer to the precipice. His thrusts grew more powerful, his tongue dancing against mine in a storm of passion.

"I'm so close, Jacob..." I whimpered, feeling my walls constricting around him.

"Me too, Tesoro," he groaned softly, a bead of sweat tracing its path down his forehead. Exhausted, I struggled to even keep my eyes open.

"Aah..." The climax approached, Jacob's unrelenting rhythm pushing me to the brink as he continued to fuck me. My body, drenched in sweat, begged for release, "I can't hold on much longer," I gasped.

"Stay with me a little longer," he urged, inhaling my scent from my neck, my trembling thighs yearning to clench together.

I clenched my lip, the urge to let go intensifying with every passing moment, while his speed showed no signs of waning.

"I-I can't," I whimpered, feeling the impending surge of my orgasm.

I sensed him tense, a low groan escaping his lips. "Let it go, Evelyn."

Grasping the sofa with all my might, my nails nearly rending through the fabric, I shut my eyes tight, and with a primal scream, I reach my high.

Jacob followed suit, our climaxes converging.

His head found refuge on my

shoulder as he released within me, the warmth of his cum amplifying my ecstasy. Collapsing against him, my breath's emerged in gasps, my eyes closed, and my body glistened with sweat. The satin shirt, now clinging to my skin, was effortlessly undone and discarded by Jacob's skillful hands. The lingering effects of the aftershocks slowly subsided.

"What are you up to?" I asked, turning slightly as my shirt cascaded to the ground, leaving me completely exposed while he remained fully dressed.

"We need to clean up after the chaos we've made," he chuckled, sweeping me off my feet.

God, did this man ever tire?

"I'd rather do that later," I murmured, wrapping myself around him and nuzzling into his neck. "I'm just so tired."

"A warm bath will do wonders for your sore muscles."

"But..."

"No arguments. We're taking a bath and then taking a nap." He planted a gentle kiss on my lips, then strode into the bathroom.

Realizing I had no chance of winning this debate, I finally let out, "Fine."