Sneak peek: "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom. "You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries." "I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more "Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream. But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him. **** I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too. After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him. But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....
View MoreEvelynMy eyes widened as my breath hitched and my heart pounded against my chest. Sweat slicked my skin in seconds, and a bead traced a slow path between my breasts, catching Jacob's gaze. I screamed into his hand as his fingers thrust deep inside me. His other hand gripped my thigh, lifting it slightly as he pressed me firmly against the bar, his fingers curling within me. A gasp escaped my lips, muffled by his hand."Bet Cameron never made you this wet," he whispered, his breath hot against my face, his hand still silencing me. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Can he, though? Can he make you as wet as I do?" His thumb found my clit, and I jerked, my hips trembling as his fingers began to move.Fuck!This all reminded me of that day at the pool. The first time he touched me, when his fingers, just like now, thrust deep inside me, and he fucked me so well with his fingers that I came within minutes. He could read my body as if every detail was written in his own blood, and I could never
EvelynI halted in my tracks, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife. Then came the click, and suddenly the bar lights flickered on, casting a warm glow over the staircase and illuminating my figure. A peculiar heat crept up my skin, seeping into my flesh and bones—his voice, resonant and deep, carried an edge that sent my heart into a frenzy.Summoning my courage, I clenched and unclenched my fists before finally turning to face him, meeting his gaze head-on. There he sat on a bar stool, his appearance starkly different from the morning encounter. Shirtless, every contour of his sculpted muscles on display, the veins in his arms prominent. Strands of hair fell across his forehead, offering tantalizing glimpses of his enchanting green eyes. In his hand, a glass of whiskey, his favorite brand—ironic, considering Dad despised it yet still brought it home upon Jacob's arrival, despite claiming to loathe his best friend now. Strange, wasn't it?Everyone still fucking loved Jac
Evelyn“You didn’t tell me you had a party going on here on the beachside—I thought it’d just be a walk by the beach,” I chuckled, swaying with the music as it thumped around us, the star-filled sky above, the wind tousling my hair while Cameron gently tucked a few loose strands behind my ear.“I was afraid that scary-looking friend of your dad wouldn’t let you come if he got even a hint,” he laughed, sliding his hand around my waist and pulling me closer. Suddenly, I grew aware of our proximity, my senses heightening. “So, I kept it a secret.” He kissed my cheek, and though my body froze, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.I needed this distraction. Wasn’t this what I wanted? A connection that progressed smoothly, nothing too fast or frantic, just smooth sailing? But that came with its own downsides—no butterflies, no flutters of your heart, and no sparks.“Well,” I slipped my hands around his neck, our bodies swaying with the music, in perfect rhythm. From the corner of my eye, I
EvelynThe morning light pierced through my eyelids, stirring me from my slumber. As I blinked open my eyes, I winced, immediately assaulted by a pounding headache. No, I hadn't just become aware of it; the ache had been lurking even in my dreams.Fuck this!A soft groan escaped my lips as I pressed my palms against my throbbing temples. Memories from last night floated hazily in my mind, elusive and fragmented. I recalled being with my friends, pretending to have a good time, Jacob, Clara, and Dad on the patio. Then Dad and Clara had apparently left, but what happened next?Fuck! What did I do after they left?I pushed myself upright, bracing my weight on my hands as I sat on the edge of the bed."Think, Evelyn. Get your shit together and think," I urged my brain to piece together the events of last night, but all I got in return was a surge of pain, likely a consequence of drowning myself in alcohol. The sharp ache shot from my eyebrows to the back of my skull, and another groan sli
Jacob.In my mind, I counted to three. Slowly, I took control of my rage, my pent-up frustration, and my sexual desires that were teetering on the edge as I watched her, all riled up. Even in her anger and drunkenness, she looked beautiful.But beauty didn't excuse her misbehavior.She thought she could do whatever she wanted—she needed to think again."Don't blame me later. You fucking asked for it." Without a shred of doubt, I leaned down, slid my hands around the back of her knees, and hoisted her over my shoulder. Her perfectly round butt was so close to my face—I almost had the urge to bite it, but then again, we were in front of her friends.God! I couldn't even describe my emotions—I was mad, pissed, and, above all, I was incredibly horny. She turned me on as much as she made me angry."What the fuck!" she yelled, throwing her tiny fists against my back—they felt like raindrops against my skin. "Let me go, you fucking asshole!" I ignored her and flashed a smile towards her frie
JacobI watched as my ex-girlfriend secretly downed one shot after another, oblivious to Samuel's absence. She hadn't realized that she didn't need to worry about him, since Samuel and Clara had left nearly forty-five minutes ago, leaving me in charge of the kids who were not-so kids in reality. But she didn't notice. Of course, how could she? She was too engrossed with her boy-toy and friends to even glance at anyone. Especially me.It was as if I didn't fucking exist to her, and it bothered me. It really fucking did. I was so used to having her attention all on me, only me, that now, deprived of it, I felt like a teenager craving the attention of his favorite girl in college. It was fucked up, but it was the truth.I wanted Evelyn's eyes on me as much as my eyes were on her. She was fucking mine to take and I didn't fucking like the idea of sharing but right now basically everyone had her but...not me.I watched as she took another shot, Nancy sneaking it to her. Cameron chuckled as
EvelynThe evening unfolded, setting the stage for a casual barbecue on the patio. Mason and Eliot had taken up the roles of chefs, with Mason offering his help, albeit in a manner that made me wish he hadn't bothered. Outside, the air carried a chilly bite, the grass beneath my feet teasing my skin with its gentle tickle. Jacob's gaze seemed to linger on me persistently, subtle yet undeniable.This felt good. Atleast, distracting enough.Jacob, Clara, and Dad had joined us just half an hour earlier, settling comfortably on the patio. It had been Jennie's suggestion to invite them, and they graciously accepted, offering a few guidelines to navigate our somewhat chaotic cooking session.Slipping on a loose white shirt over my bikini, leaving a few buttons undone, and allowing my messy hair to fall over my shoulders, I took a seat beside Cameron. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily as his blue eyes met mine. The simple act of him placing the cigarette between his lips brought f
EvelynMy moan, which slipped past my lips, resounded in the kitchen, and another sound climbed up my throat as his lips, cool with the touch of ice, trailed along the delicate network of veins on my neck. His hand on my thigh tightened as his hips ground against mine, making sure I felt every bit of his hardness and the memory of him once inside of me, hard and throbbing came crashing over my mind.God! Now that he was this close, I knew how much I missed the way he fucked me. His hard cock inside of me.I was already so fucking aroused, and what made it worse was that I had missed feeling this wet. Only he could make me feel this way. Only he had the power to draw forth such raw desire from within me, every nerve tingling with anticipation, every pore slick with sweat, every inch of my being ablaze with need.His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed against me, coaxing forth a whimper and coaxing my eyelids shut in response.I shouldn’t be enjoying this.We were done! He broke
EvelynI could feel his eyes on me the whole time, stripping away the scant clothing I wore. I fucking knew how much he wanted to touch me, to have his hands on me, lips on mine. His struggle only fueled my own desire of increasing his turmoil.That's where Cameron came in to help. I was glad I invited him to this impromptu pool party and more glad that he showed up. Unlike me, he was totally invested in whatever that was going on between us. I wouldn’t dare to put a name on it. So yeah, it was only natural for him to be there and try to spend time with me. Honestly, I did enjoy talking to him. Cameron was a good guy—a gentleman. But he didn't ignite those sparks, didn't make me feel the breathtaking chase and thrill that Jacob did. He didn't make my skin crawl or my heart race, nor did he evoke that deep urge to watch him for hours without blinking. He made me feel nothing—absolutely nothing.And could this ever suffice for someone who was used to feeling everything at once?I wonder
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