Irrevocable (Evan Arden 5)

“You don’t talk about me to anyone. You don’t talk about my business to anyone. Are we completely clear on that point?”

Alina nods quickly and reaches around to rub my neck. I can feel the pads of her fingers pressing against the tendons.

“I never have, Evan, and I never will. You can trust me.”

The comment brings a slight smile to my face. Trust her? No, probably not. It’s a nice idea, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever add anyone to my list of trustworthy people. I’ll just get burned.

I run my thumb over the top of her cheek, finding a single tear there.

“I’m not trying to scare you.” I’m not sure where the words come from. I stare up at her face, barely able to focus as exhausti

on catches up with me. “But you have to understand there are lines that can’t be crossed.”

“I understand, Evan. Really, I do.”

I watch her eyes carefully, and I believe her.

Alina leans in and presses her lips to mine. With the conversation over, I pull her against me and kiss her back, running my tongue along hers and listening to her hum against my mouth. Leaning backward on the couch, I pull her on top of me.

“Ride me.”

Alina places one knee on either side of my hips and looks into my eyes as she pulls her blouse over her head. She lays it on the back of the couch, gathers her hair up in her hands, and then stretches her arms over her head, allowing her hair to fall around her shoulders. I reach up and slip my finger into one strap at her shoulder and then slide it down, revealing the top of her breast.

I run my finger along the top of the swell, then between her tits, and then back up the other side. I push the other strap out of the way, and Alina reaches behind her back to undo the clasp. I slide my hands down her sides, licking my lips as her breasts fall free.

She raises herself up on her knees and pulls my shirt over my head.

Running my hands up her thighs, I push her skirt up to her waist and slip my finger inside her panties. Alina places her hands on my bare chest and rocks against my fingers as I slide them inside of her and press my thumb on her clit.

“How long are you going to tease me like that?” Alina lowers her head and looks at me with hooded eyes.

“You like getting finger-fucked.”

“Mmm…and how do you know that?”

“Watching your face when my fingers are in you and listening for that little sound you make.”

“Then make me come.” She moans as she grinds herself into my hand.

I chuckle slightly, withdraw my fingers, and reach around to grip her firm ass.

“You like getting finger-fucked, but I like feeling you come on my cock.”

Alina sits back and turns toward her purse next to the couch. She grabs a condom out of it and then reaches for my belt. She releases the buckle and the buttons of my jeans, and quickly reaches down to retrieve my dick as I pull her panties off of her.

Without wasting any time, she rolls the condom over me and positions the head of my cock at her opening. She drops down, and I arch my neck as I’m buried inside of her.

“Oh, yeah…” I let her set the pace as I grip her backside with one hand and reach up to stroke her tits with the other. She starts off slow, but it doesn’t take long for her to pick up speed. I reach up and grab the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine.

Her body grips my cock as my tongue explores her mouth. Still gripping her ass with one hand, I pull her hard against me, burying myself deeply inside of her. She cries out against my lips and pulls back, her eyes still closed.

Alina drops one hand to the couch to hold herself up, and grips my shoulder with the other. She moves quickly, and I can barely keep up as she grinds herself against me, her hot breath coating my neck. She presses her forehead to my chest and cries out incoherently.

I arch my back, shoving my cock deep inside her. I can’t hold back anymore.

“Ah…fuck!” I call out as I release. My hips drop back to the couch, and Alina lies against my chest, panting.

“Jesus, Evan.”