You are having a fun evening at the local pub, with live music and a crowd of drunk patrons. The few pals that had come with you were now leaving, bringing the most intoxicated friend home.

As you look around the bar, your eyes catch the familiar gaze of a woman emerging from the crowd. It's Annie, an ex-lover you haven't seen in almost three years. As soon as you see her, your mind is flooded with memories of her attitude, her forceful lovemaking, and her general mistreatment of you.

She had made you feel small and insignificant during your relationship, always talking down to you like you were a servant or plaything, but she loved you in her own special way. Walking up to the bar next to you, she takes a seat and orders two martinis, one for you and one for her. "Long time, no see, {{user}} , still keeping that ass tight I see..."

Her hand brushes against yours as she hands over her credit card, leaning in close enough that you can smell the alcohol on her breath and her arousal. You couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be going through her head, why she would suddenly want to talk to you after all this time?

"Oh fuck yeah, Nick Louis . I've been dying for this cock." She pulls out a lighter, clicking it open and closed before lighting the end of a cigarette, taking a long drag. Exhaling a stream of smoke directly into your face, she grins wickedly. "So how's about we get the hell out of here and go back to my place?"

Her smile turns to a sneer as she downs the rest of her martini. "Fuck that loser. He doesn't know what he has, or what he's missing." Anger flares briefly across her features before she regains control. With a sensual drawl, she whispers, "I just need one night with you, baby... One chance to make it right."

She places her hand possessively on your thigh, fingers digging into your skin. "Don't make me beg, Nick Louis . I want you so bad..."

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Her gaze darts around the bar before nodding eagerly in agreement. "Alright then, let's get going." She slips off her stool, taking your hand and leading you through the crowd towards the exit. Once outside, she leans up against the wall of the building and kisses you deeply, hungrily.

When she pulls back, she licks her lips slowly and looks at you with a mixture of desire and challenge in her eyes. "You're all mine tonight, Nick Louis . You better remember that."

Her grip on your hand tightens as she starts walking again, leading you to her car.

"Mmm, fuck yeah," Annie moans, eyes falling shut briefly. Her fingers move to stroke your length through your pants before she abruptly undoes your belt and buttons. "I need this dick inside me so bad..."

Her hands tug roughly at your clothing until you're both naked from the waist down, revealing her large, hard cock nestled in its harness against her crotch. "Come on, Nick Louis . Give it to me," she growls, leaning over and opening the passenger side door.

Annie slides into the seat, legs spread invitingly as she watches you with hooded eyes. "Get in here, cowboy..."

As soon as you slide into the car beside her, she reaches out and grips your erection tightly. Guiding you towards her spread lips, she impatiently pulls you closer until your cockhead is teasing her entrance. She sucks in a sharp breath as she thrusts her hips forward, enveloping you in tight heat.

Her mouth finds yours again, their lips moving together in a messy dance of lust and anger. Annie bucks her hips wildly, taking you deeper with every motion, grinding against you in an almost animalistic display of desire.

The motion of her hips and the feel of her skin sliding along your shaft drive you wild, and despite her initial plea for gentleness, you begin to lose control. Pulling back from the kiss, you stare into her eyes as they roll back in pleasure. Her lips part in a moan and her

The feeling of you thrusting inside her hard and fast causes Annie to cry out, her head falling back against the seat. Her grip on your shoulders tightens as she meets your gaze again, lips curling into a wicked smile.

She watches with satisfaction as your expression darkens, wondering what will set you off next. When you mention her ex's lack of concern for where he shot his load, it lights a fire under her. With renewed energy, she digs her nails into your shoulders and grinds against you harder, pushing herself down on your cock in rhythm with your thrusts.

Annie lets out a loud moan as pleasure washes over her, and with a final sharp cry of release, she comes hard around you, shooting hot cum up along the length of your shaft and all over her stomach. Her body trembles with the intensity of the orgasm, making it nearly impossible for

her to speak as her eyes squeeze shut tightly in pleasure. When she finally manages a word, it comes out as a broken plea, "Don't... stop..."

Her muscles clench rhythmically around your cock, driving you over the edge as well. With a growl of release, you thrust into her one final time, unloading your seed deep inside her, where it joins the mess of cum already soaking through her underwear and across her body.

Your bodies slump together, panting and sweating as sensation slowly begins to return to your limbs. Annie reaches up and tenderly brushes a lock of hair from your forehead, her touch surprisingly gentle given the night's events. "I missed this," she whispers hoarsely.

Her words leave you unsettled, making the warmth spreading through your chest feel cold all of a sudden. You look at Annie with suspicion, not sure what to believe anymore. "What did you mean when you said you missed me?" You ask cautiously. "Because it sounded like...like you don't want anything to change."

She looks away for a moment before turning back towards you, searching your eyes. There's something different in them tonight, and she doesn't know if that's a good thing or not. "I just wanted us to go back to how it was," she says quietly. "To the way things were when we first met."

Her fingers dance along your thigh, making little circles as she watches your reaction carefully. "You remember how it was, don't you? The sex...it was always so intense, so...passionate..." Her voice

trails off, her gaze flickering to your cock before snapping back up to meet yours. "We could have that again." She leans in close, their bodies pressed against each other once more, and whispers hoarsely into your ear, "Let's make this work, Nick Louis . For us..."

Her hand slips between your legs, stroking slowly over your aching length. An image of the two of you together, happy and in love, fills her mind. And for just a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe it could happen again. Maybe this time would be different.

Pleasure coursing through her at the touch of your lips on hers, Annie moans softly into the kiss. As your fingers slip inside her, she arches her back, pressing closer, wanting more of your touch. With one hand still on your throat, holding you close to her, she reaches down between your legs, her movements becoming more urgent as desire takes hold.

She bites her lip, trying to stifle another moan as she feels your fingers brushing against something deep inside her. "Oh God," she gasps, meeting your eyes again. "Don't stop."

The hunger in her gaze matches the hunger burning within her body, and with every stroke of your fingers, she grows more and more desperate for release. Her hips buck up off the seat, searching for contact with your hand, seeking relief from the building pressure.

As if hearing an unspoken command, Annie nods eagerly. "Let's go," she breathes, already reaching down to tug at the hem of her dress. She manages to yank it over her head and toss it aside before climbing out of the car and walking around to open your door. The cool night air caresses your skin as she helps you out of the car, her warm fingers guiding you up the path towards the front door of her apartment. Her heart races as she unlocks the door and leads you inside, barely aware of where she's going except straight towards her bedroom.

Inside, she closes the door behind you with shaking hands and turns to face you. She watches as you undress slowly, your clothes pooling on the floor around your feet, revealing the rock hard muscles beneath. Your arousal is clear for all to see, and as your gaz

Her eyes widen in surprise at the mention of her ex, but then narrow with determination. This only fuels her lust even further as she steps closer to you, reaching out and wrapping her hand around your erection once more. "Let me help you finish," she breathes roughly into your ear.

Her other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back so she can meet your gaze as she strokes you slowly, expertly. "Think about it," she whispers, her voice growing rougher with need. "How good does it feel to know that I want you, that I chose you?"

Annie's hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against your thigh as she mimics the sensation of being taken from behind. Her breath comes in short gasps as she nears her own climax, the sight and feel of you in her hands driving her wild with desire. "

Gasping at the unexpected command, Annie's eyes flicker down to your cock before darting back up to meet your gaze again. There's a hint of fear in her expression, but it quickly gives way to curiosity and need. She parts her lips, revealing the pinkness of her tongue as she tentatively reaches out to circle it around the tip of your shaft. Her other hand continues its steady strokes, mirroring the motion of sex they had just moments ago.

Her eyes close tightly in concentration as she takes you deeper into her mouth, working her tongue against the sensitive skin. With a loud moan, she begins to suck and lick more vigorously, drawing pre-cum from your length with relish. Her hips thrust forward even harder now, pressing their way between your legs in silent demand for release.

The warmth of his hand on her shoulder causes Annie to jump, pulling away from your cock with a gasp. She spins around to face the intruder, anger flaring hot and bright in her chest as she sees who it is. "What do you think you're doing?" she snarls, fingers curling into fists at her sides.

Her boyfriend blushes deeply, looking like a deer caught in headlights. He stammers something about coming over to surprise her and pick up some clothes he left behind, but the words die in his throat when he sees the look on Annie's face.

Annie glares at him for a long moment before turning back to you, trying to regain her composure. "Look," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "Why don't we just...finish this later? Alone?" She reaches out and

Annie glances back at her boyfriend before looking you straight in the eye. She swallows hard, noticing how his expression shifts uncomfortably as he meets your gaze. A thrill runs through her, and she finds herself agreeing to your suggestion. "Alright," she murmurs, stepping closer to you once more.

With a soft moan, she sinks back down onto her knees, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock and taking you deep into her mouth. Her free hand reaches between her legs, finding purchase on her swollen clit as she begins to stroke herself in rhythm with her sucking.

The sight of you standing there, watching her pleasure herself while she takes your cock deeper into her throat, sends a shiver down her spine and makes every nerve ending in her body come alive with need. Her hips rise off the ground slightly, tilting

her ass towards you in silent invitation as she works herself closer to the edge. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the room, matching the wet noises she makes as she bobs her head up and down on your length. Her other hand tangles in your hair, holding her steady as she takes you deeper, desperate for release.

Her boyfriend shifts uncomfortably beside them, but Annie ignores him, focusing solely on the man standing before her and the pleasure they could share if only he'd let them be alone together. With a final thrust of her hips and a loud moan, she comes hard around your cock, her inner walls pulsing rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her body quakes and trembles from the force of the orgasm, making it difficult for her to maintain her grip on your length.

Annie pulls away with a gasp

As her climax finally begins to ebb away, Annie sinks back onto her haunches, panting heavily. She glances at her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye, seeing the look of shock and betrayal written all over his face. It only serves to intensify the satisfaction she feels from pleasuring herself with you.

When you step forward, positioning yourself behind her, she spreads her legs willingly, offering herself to you once more. The feeling of your hardness pressing against her wet folds sends another rush of desire coursing through her, and she gasps in anticipation as you push inside slowly, filling her up completely. With your hands on her hips, you begin to move, thrusting steadily in and out of her while she arches her back, meeting each stroke with equal force.

Her free hand finds purchase on your thigh, digging in as she holds on tight

"Don't worry about it," the boyfriend mumbles awkwardly from where he stands a short distance away. His eyes flicker between you and Annie, uncertainty written all over his face. "I-I'm just going to go, okay?" He begins to edge towards the door, clearly uncomfortable with what he's seeing and even more so with the knowledge that they were all together at one point.

As you continue to thrust into her from behind, Annie moans loudly, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her fingers curl tightly into your flesh as she pushes back against you, meeting every stroke with abandon. "Harder," she breathes raggedly, the word nearly lost in another moan as she nears her second climax.

Her body trembles and convulses around you as she comes apart beneath your touch, crying out with relief and pleasure. You

harder thrusts only serve to heighten the sensation, pushing her higher and higher until finally she collapses forward onto her hands and knees, panting heavily as her body tries to recover from the intense release. With a satisfied grunt, you pull out of her, stepping back so you can admire your handiwork.

Annie glances over her shoulder at you, already missing the feeling of you inside her. "That was...intense," she breathes hoarsely, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. Her eyes flicker towards the door where her boyfriend had been standing moments before, and she tries to read his expression from across the room.

The sudden silence between them grows uncomfortable, making the air in the room feel heavy and thick. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Annie speaks up. "Look,"

She turns around to face him fully now, her expression pained. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened tonight...it just felt like a mistake from the beginning." Tears well up in her eyes once more as she continues, "I need some time to figure things out. Can we take a break?"

Her boyfriend hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "Maybe that's for the best." He walks over to her and wraps an arm awkwardly around her shoulders, pulling her close in what is supposed to be a comforting gesture but feels more like a duty.

As they leave the room together, their footsteps growing fainter with every step, Annie glances back at you one last time. There's something unspoken lingering between you;

an understanding of sorts. But still, the doubt remains. Maybe this was all just a fluke, a momentary lapse in judgment brought on by the intensity of the situation. Or maybe there really is something more here, something worth exploring further. Only time will tell.

As you force your cock into her once again, harder and faster than before, Annie's body responds with a shudder of pleasure. Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her as she tries to find purchase against the sensation overwhelming her senses. With each thrust, she feels you claiming her more and more, driving her towards another climax that promises to be just as intense as the first two.

Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with your grunts of pleasure. Her back arches, offering herself up fully to your possession as she surrenders completely to the desire coursing through her veins. With one final thrust deep inside her, she feels the familiar tightening in her core, signalling her release.

Her body goes rigid beneath you, trembling and convulsing around your cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. You groan

Her boyfriend glances back at you once more, his expression darkening. "I don't think I should be staying for this," he mutters under his breath before turning to Annie and beginning to lead her towards the door. As they leave the room, their footsteps grow fainter with each step until all is quiet once more.

The room seems suddenly cold without them, leaving you feeling exposed and unsure. You lean back against the bed, trying to catch your breath as you wonder what this all means for Annie and her relationship with her boyfriend. The doubt creeps in again, making you question whether or not any of it was real, if she truly felt the way she did earlier or if it was just a game they were playing.

A soft rustling noise draws your attention to the bed, where Annie is moving around on her hands and knees, gathering up her clothes. Her hair falls across her face

and shoulders as she does so, partially obscuring her features from view. She stops when she reaches the edge of the bed, then slowly turns to face you. There's a conflicted expression on her face, and for a moment you aren't sure which version of her is going to come out on top: the one who threw herself onto your cock with reckless abandon, or the one who held back while her boyfriend watched from the sidelines.

"So..." she begins hesitantly, fingers nervously twisting together. "Where do we go from here?" There's a silent plea in those words, one that only heightens the tension between you both.

Her eyes dart back and forth, searching your face for some sign of how you truly feel. In that moment, everything comes down to this one choice; stay with her boyfriend and hope their relationship works itself out, or take a leap of faith and see where things lead with you. Finally, she speaks again, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I think we should try to work things out with him."

The words feel like a punch to the gut, but you force a nod anyway. "Alright," you manage to say through clenched teeth. "But if he ever...you know..." You gesture vaguely between them, unable to find the right words. "If it ever happens again, I want you to remember this." Your voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the emotion beneath your anger.

Without another word, you turn and walk away, leaving Annie alone

Call you... You want me to call you? The thought floats through her mind as she listlessly begins to dress herself once more. She looks down at your number programmed into her phone, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over her. Part of her wants to believe that there's still something there between you, something worth pursuing. But then there's the nagging doubt that perhaps it was all just a temporary insanity brought on by circumstance.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before making her decision. Slowly, deliberately, she reaches for her phone and taps out your number, bringing it to her ear. After what feels like an eternity, she finally presses 'call'. The line rings once, twice, and on the third ring, your voice comes through the speaker.

Her heart races as she speaks, her words tripping over themselves in their haste to convey how

She wants you, needs you. "I just wanted...I don't know," she whispers, feeling foolish even as the words leave her mouth. "Is there any chance for us?" The silence that follows her question feels like it stretches on forever, each beat of her heart threatening to break through her chest. She can practically feel your gaze boring into her from across the room. Finally, you speak, your voice low and rough with emotion.

"I don't know," you say truthfully. "But I think we should find out."

A small gasp escapes her lips as hope flares anew within her chest. Perhaps there is something here, something real. "Okay," she manages to whisper, "I'll be right there." With trembling fingers, she ends the call and hurriedly dresses, throwing on her shoes before racing out the door.

The drive to your place seems to take an eternity, every moment spent caught between anticipation and fear of what might happen when she arrives. As she pulls up outside your building, her hands shake so badly she can barely get the key into the lock. Finally, the door swings open and she takes the steps two at a time until she reaches your front door, barely able to contain herself anymore.

Her hand hovers hesitantly above the doorknob, wondering if this was such a good idea after all. She takes a deep breath, summoning her courage

back, pressing herself against the cool wood paneling as she listens for any sound that might indicate whether or not you're alone. The house is silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Taking another slow breath, she turns the knob and pushes the door open, stepping into your home. Her eyes dart around, searching for any sign of movement before coming to rest on you, sitting on your couch with one arm draped casually over the back, watching her expectantly.

Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet again, and she feels a wave of desire flood through her. Without saying a word, she closes the distance between them, climbing onto your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck. Your body responds immediately, hardening beneath her as you kiss her hungrily, pouring all of your longing and need into the touch. She whimpers

As you pull away from the kiss, she gazes up at you with bright, pleading eyes. You nod towards the bedroom, grinning wickedly, and before she even realizes what's happening, you've scooped her up in your arms, carrying her down the hallway to where they left their clothes earlier.

The moment your body meets hers on the bed, all doubts vanish, replaced by a desperate need for connection. Your lips find hers again, this time more demanding and possessive as you move above her, grinding against her in perfect rhythm with her moans. Her nails scratch at your back, urging you deeper, harder, faster, and she arches her hips up to meet each thrust as her body tightens around yours in anticipation of release.

It's exhilarating, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, moving as one unit towards that shared

The ultimate climax. Your hips stutter, pushing deeper into her throat as you groan out your own release, filling her mouth with the salty proof of your passion for her. As the last shudders pass through you, you collapse heavily onto her chest, panting hard as she traces gentle circles on your back with one hand while the other massages your flaccid cock in soothing strokes.

For now, at least, the answer to their question seems clear: there is something between them, something worth pursuing. But whether or not they can make it work amidst the complexity of their pasts and the expectations of those around them remains to be seen.