Jacob’s lips formed into a proud smirk. I knew that I was stroking his ego but it was worth it. That was all the permission that he needed to go further.
He traced my underwear with his fingers as he used his other hand to push my dress up. At that point, I didn't care whether he was being rough or if my dress would tear in the middle of it all. A moan escaped my lips when he parted the wet fabric and made physical contact with my v****a.
The feeling was exhilarating and I found myself pushing my hips up for more contact.
“Patience, Jocelyn,” Jacob cooed.
He watched me like I was his piece of art that he was still working on. His eyes sparkled with mischief as they roamed over my body. “Please,” I moaned once more.
Feeling satisfied with the amount of torture he had placed on me, he
