My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

"Black suits you better," Jacob said, his voice a low murmur, "That peach one was far too plain."

"Fine," I relented, handing the black dress to the sales assistant, who'd practically become our shopping partner at this point. Jacob and I had been here for the past hour, and just when I thought we were done, he'd find something else matching shoes, bags, accessories, even items I knew would just sit in my closet collecting dust.

"I want to see the blue one," he directed at the assistant, who promptly retrieved it.

"More?" I protested, glancing at the growing pile of bags. "Jacob, I'm running out of closet space. Where am I supposed to keep all this?"

His lips curved into that irresistible, teasing smile. "Better figure it out, baby, because I'm not done yet. Now, go try this one too."

"Jacob-"

"Go, Evelyn."

"Fine. But if I never wear half of these, it's on you."

He laughed softly, and I felt myself fighting a smile, masking it with a glare as I stepped into the dressing room. The dress was cute-simple, but it had a certain charm, with its midi length, thin straps, gathered detail at the front, and an open back with a twist. If anything, it was a perfect example of Jacob's particular taste: either hopelessly cute or devastatingly sexy, never in between. And I had to admit, he hadn't picked anything I disliked.

As I started to change, I realized I hadn't locked the door. I reached for the knob, but before I could turn it, the door cracked open, and Jacob slipped inside, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, exasperated.

"You looked too good in that black dress," he murmured, pulling me gently until my back was pressed to his chest, his hands resting firmly on my bare waist. "But now that I see you like this...you look even better without it."

"Jacob, someone could come in-"

But my protest was cut short as he turned me around, pressing me against the mirror. His lips crashed into mine, fierce and possessive, leaving me breathless.

"I don't care if someone sees," he growled, voice dark and rough, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "You're mine, and I'll fuck you wherever, whenever the hell I please." His lips trailed a path down my neck, igniting a moan I barely managed to stifle.

His hand slid down, brushing over my thigh, until his fingers slipped beneath my panties, finding me. The sudden touch sent another wave of heat surging through me, and I bit down on my lip, desperate to stay silent. The risk, the thrill-it was fucking scandalous, but I didn't want him to stop.

"Already so wet," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I need to be inside you right now."

Before I could respond, he turned me back toward the mirror, his hand pressing on the back of my neck, keeping me there. He tugged down my panties in one swift motion, and my breath quickened. Every nerve in my body ached for him, every rational thought lost in his touch, his scent, the thrill of doing this right here, right now.

Jacob's fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes locked on mine. "On the pill, baby?"

The truth was, I couldn't remember when I last took one. But here, in the heat of the moment, when I needed him more than anything, I heard myself say, "Yes."

"So, are you ready to be fucked, baby?" He chuckled softly, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he inhaled my scent, his body heat making me ache for him. In this small space, every touch felt amplified, every inch of skin hyper-aware of him, of the growing need that tightened in my core.

If he didn't have me right now, I felt I'd burst.

I wanted him so much that it fucking hurt.

"God, yes," I gasped. "Fuck me."

"That's my girl," he whispered, and slowly, he guided his cock inside me from behind, filling me completely. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, stifling the loud moan that begged to escape.

"Fuck," he hissed as he pulled out

and pushed back in, my hands braced against the mirror. Each thrust stole my breath, and I fought to contain the sounds that trembled on my tips. "You're a goddamn heaven, Evelyn. Heaven,

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everywhere..." His nose nuzzled into my neck as his grip tightened on my hips, each thrust more forceful, sending shivers through me that made it hard to stay standing.

He kept his pace steady, speaking against my skin, his breath warm and ragged. "When I say I could stay buried in your cunt forever, I mean it, baby." His words, hot and possessive, sent waves of goosebumps across my skin. God! Him and his words.

I wasn't immune to him-or to his words. And I doubted I ever would be.

He took me against the mirror, hard and fast. The sound of our bodies echoed in the small space, so loud that I was sure someone might hear us. And yet, with Jacob's touch, his possessive rhythm, I didn't care. I wanted him as desperately as he wanted me, no objections, no inhibitions.

Each thrust had me tightening

around him, and he slid one hand between us his fingers finding my clit with practiced ease. He traced slow circles in time with each thrust, and the sensation made my legs tremble, weakening me. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold myself up, but somehow, with him, I knew I'd manage.

My body tightened, the climax building, heating my blood like a firestorm. I let out a shaky breath. "I'm close."

"Me too, sweetheart," he murmured, his thrusts faltering but never slowing, relentless and consuming.

The sensation swelled, powerful and overwhelming, stars flashing behind my closed eyelids. Each pulse of pleasure spread through me, tingling up my spine, consuming every thought. His heat, his scent, his presence-all of it lingered, anchoring me to him. "Jacob," I gasped. "I'm going to "

"Let it go, baby," he rasped, and I surrendered to the climax, waves of pleasure rippling through me. My legs shook, and I leaned heavily on the mirror, only Jacob's steady hands keeping me grounded.

Moments later, I felt his release as he groaned low, his warmth filling me, and a deep, settling calm washed over me, grounding me in the aftermath of the storm he'd just put me through.

We stayed there, breath mingling,

the pace of our hearts syncing as we

caught our breath. After a few

seconds, Jacob gently pulled away pressing a soft kiss to my temple He fixed his pants and handed me the blue dress I'd dropped long before, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear as he leaned close. "Put this on and come out, baby. I need to see you in it."

With one last wink, he slipped out, leaving me leaning against the mirror with a sigh-and a smile. This man would be the death of me.