**Annabelle**
I bit my nails, and contemplated if I should accept the job or not. No doubt, more money can never be bad. I held that thought, and typed a reply accepting his offer. Almost immediately, he responded with details to his current location. I groaned a little, took off my wig, retouched my make up, and left the house.
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I followed the directions, and it led to the little bungalow. I rubbed my sweaty palms, then pressing the door bell.
Seconds later, he emerged from inside.
“Your house?” I asked, as he smiled.
“Not necessarily.” He pulled me in. Without another word, he shut the door behind me, pressing his erect member hard against his pants, and at my entrance.
“You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“That was the whole point of a one last fuck don’t you know.” I hissed lowly, as he started undressing me, until I was half naked before him.
“Well, it seems we’re gonna be having alot of last fucks.” His grin spread, across his face, as he caressed my ass.
“I didn’t come here for fore play” I half commanded, hissing inaudibly.
He hands left as quickly as they came. It wasn’t enough, I wanted more.
“Stop torturing me.” I turned back to glare at him.
“I am not.” He responded and I looked away.
Then, I felt his hands squeeze my breasts harshly.
“He can’t keep torturing me!.” I thought feeling impatient.
He rubbed his member softly at my clit. My panties were becoming an obstruction, I turned to look at him and shouted in anger.
“Renee, it’s either you fuck me, and stop this shit or I walk out that door.” I threatened in all seriousness.
“I will baby,” He replied in a tender tone
“I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you, you’d wish I’d go deeper, you’re going to be screaming my name in seconds.” I arched my back, held onto to something and rolled my eyes in a daring manner.
He pulled my panties down, and in one swift motion, he buried himself inside me. He didn’t give me a second to catch my breathe, his dick was stretching my pussy walls, and I was dripping wet. I screamed his name, begged him to go faster, as he squeezed my boobs fucking me even harder.
He didn’t just stop there, he pulled out, and fucked me from behind, since I was well lubricated, it wasn’t that painful. I reached orgasm more than twice before he was finally spent. We laid on the couch, our naked bodies pressing against each other.
“I needed that,” I clicked my tongue, and stood up. He smacked my visible ass cheeks, as I searched for my clothes. I found the bathroom and cleaned up a little before I got dressed. He emerged from inside and got his cheque book.
“Last fuck?” I teased, he smirked. He scribbled some words before handing it over.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He pulled me closer, and I kissed him as deeply as I could.
“Until next time.” I licked my lips in a seductive manner, turning around to leave.
I opened the door and to my greatest surprise Fallon was standing right there.
“Had fun?” With an angry expression, he pulled me towards himself.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I spat out. He ignored my question, and rolled my eyes.
“And who are you supposed to be?” Renee thrparent’s at him. He was semi naked with just a pant covering his dick. Fallon’s eyes darted to them and realized what we had done.
“Fallon Mitch.” He replied using his authoritative tone obviously trying to be intimidating.
“Well Mr Mitch, I would like to know what you’re doing on my property?” Fallon smirked, and got his phone out.
“One phone call and your empire is ruined, just one phone call and your business folds up by the end of this week. One phone call and I’ll have all your investors pulling out. One phone call, and I ruin your life.” He threatened. I could tell he was dead serious.
“Fallon, have you lost it!” I exclaimed. He ignored me yet again.
“You’re welcome to test my resolve, you wouldn’t be the first. The next time you dare get close to this woman, your life will be shattered and you won’t know how to pick up the pieces.” He threatened. Renee stared at me, and Fallon obviously scared, who wouldn’t? He slammed the door on us both. Fallon grinned in victory and I glared at him.
“You have to be fucking mad, an escaped mental patient for sure!” I raised my voice at him, the urge to beat him up very hard to ignore.
“So I’m told.” He stated, and shook his head lightly. Before I could scream at him more, he lifted me off the ground and we moved towards his car.
“Put me down Fallon!” I yelled .
“Ok.” He opened the car door and pushed me in slamming it shut. He turned off the auto unlock so only him could unlock the door, got into the driver’s seat, and my eyes were red.
“I’ll say this only once Annabelle, you’re my girlfriend for hire, and for as long as I was keeping this facade up you don’t get to be with anyone else, sleep with anyone else no matter who the fuck the dick head is.” I could tell he was clenching his teeth by his tone.
“Or else, I swear it’ll be worse than this.”
“Fuck. . . You” I shoved him the finger to show I was serious.
“Trust me, I would love to.” He responded, started the car, and drove off.
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