**Annabelle**
The air was thick, only our breathing could be heard. If a pin was to drop, it would echo, loud as a talking drum. His question literally made time freeze, giving me a re-think.
Did I regret falling in love with him?. My brain tried to process it, find a comeback, or at least a suitable answer. To offer him an answer, I would have to know. Right now, I had no idea if I did or not. No matter how hard it is to admit, Fallon gave me a lot of happy memories, he broke me completely, but he also made me extremely happy, so did I regret falling in love with him? The answer is a big no. But he doesn’t have to know that.
“I regret everything that has to do with you so yes I do regret falling in love with you.” I blinked after my statement, making sure my voice didn’t quiver, so he’ll think I meant every word. Maybe this way he’ll feel the pain I felt. He moved back taken in shock by my words.
“Get out Fallon.” I pointed to the door.
“Ok,” He mumbled under his breath turned around and walked away. I jumped at the sound of my door closing. I checked the clock on the wall, it was seven-thirty pm. I laid on the couch silently watching a movie feeling numb all over.
The drizzle of the rain made me feel a little chilly. I closed the window, I spent the day resting, so I didn’t sleepy. I heard footsteps coming towards my door, or maybe it was just the rain.
Suddenly, the door knob twisted and opened up. I stood up in alert and gulped a little. Fallon walked in a little drenched, I tried to calm my breathing as she shivered a little. I walked towards him cupping his cheeks.
“Why did you come back?”
“I never left.” He responded clenching his teeth. I stared at his wet clothes, I couldn’t be heartless enough to throw him back in the rain even though he deserved it. I took off his shirt slowly since it might make him sick.
“Annabelle,” His voice was low and husky, I bit the insides of my lips trying to keep calm.
Suddenly, he cupped my cheeks and crashed his lips on mine. I froze at the sweetness of his lips. Those lips I haven’t tasted for years yet still felt good, my hands moved on their own placing themselves on both sides of his neck. He picked me up carrying me to the room.
The room was dark, but his face lit up, My hands went straight to every button on his shirt, as wet as it was I got them off quickly. He helped me with my clothes and I couldn’t tell when my back touched the soft sheets of my bed.
He broke the kiss giving me a look which tells me I could stop this with just one move.
I had one split second to stop everything. Instead, I darted my eyes to his face crashing my lips into his.
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He drove his tongue inside me, setting off another shattering moan, one of many so far.
I grabbed his hair, yanking and pulled him closer just so he wouldn’t stop, I wanted more.
He thrust one finger inside me, crooking it and hitting in the spot that turned my moans into one long scream. I shuddered against him, my legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw my hair was a wild tumble. I was a panting mess, and he was smirking.
He latched his mouth to one of my breasts as he sucked sweetly, I couldn’t do anything, I was a moaning and panting mess. I simply let him take control.
Two fingers worked inside me, pumping at a slow pace, it was a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t handle, I’ve gotten used to it over the years. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot, and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering, the feeling was unimaginable, I get it why girls come back begging for me, this was simply Mind-blowing. My body blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I’d cry, I would scream, and I might probably even beg.
His hands tore off my panties, and I was fully naked, his mouth latched straight on my parts, and he sucked hard.
“Fallon,” I moaned holding the sheets.
He flicked his tongue over my clit, and I screamed unable to take it.
“Fallon!” I screamed, raising my head.
He flicked, sucked, and I screamed his name as loud as I possibly could.
Then, I felt his lips disengage. Before I could protest, he pushed two fingers inside me again.
My mouth formed an “o” in surprise. He moved in slowly giving me time to adjust. Without warning, he pumped faster adding one more finger to it.
“Fallon…” I hissed and I bet he was smirking.
“So fucking wet.” He said for the first time .
I felt his hand slowly come out, I sighed opening my eyes.
“Taste yourself.” He ordered kissing me .
Deciding that he couldn’t have all the fun, I lowered my hand to his trouser and undid his belt quickly. He gulped knowing what I was going to do next, it was like he expected it and wanted more.
I pulled his pants down completely, went down on my knees and placed his member in my mouth.
He hissed as I bobbed on the head as fast as I could, I couldn’t take all of him, but I tried, I sucked on the tip as he pre-cum was oozing.
His hands were on my head encouraging me to go even lower, I used my hand to lift his shirt as I licked from his dick to his lips kissing his passionately.
His hands squeezed my breasts softly as I turned, so his dick would be right at my entrance.
“Annabelle….” He moaned, once again asking me for permission. I pushed him on the bed and lowered myself unto him.
“Fucking tight.” He hissed loudly, and I moaned moving my hips in rhythm.
“Faster.” He moaned as he increased the pace.
“I’m sorry…” He muttered but I was barely paying attention.
“Okay.” I muttered but it came out as a moan.
He increased his pace, I screamed and held his head, his lips latched my nipples as I rode him faster.
“Fallon…” I moaned his name one last time, as he released in me.
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