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At this point, I was ready to get the fuck out of this dress. I stood and shimmied it up over my hips, then took it off. Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and took it off as well. His eyes marveled over my frame, causing my body to heat up. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.

Shit!

Those abs I remembered stood the tests of time. The tattoo of my name above his heart still looked as fresh as the day he got it all those years ago. I couldn’t blame Maddie for not being my biggest fan. Not only had I had her man while she was with him, she had to see my name branded on him every time he undressed. Cheating with Senior wasn’t my proudest moment, but it is what it was.

Stepping closer to me, he yanked me to him by my waist and dropped his lips on mine in a nasty kiss. I felt my body being hoisted into the air and moments later, my back hit the softness of the bed. His lips traveled south, stopping to first give equal attention to my nipples. He knew how much I loved nipple play.

“Stanley…” I whispered, writhing beneath his touch.

He peered up at me as he kissed his way down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I inhaled sharply as he dropped to his knees and came face to face with my pussy. For a moment, he stared at it, like he was admiring her.

He swiped his tongue between my folds and placed a kiss to my clit. His eyes closed and a deep growl emitted from his throat.

“It’s been too fucking long,” he said.

“Stanley… please…” I begged.

“Shhh! You don’t rush a man to eat his meal.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond before he spread my legs, his head settled, and he latched onto my clit. My back arched from the bed and my nails dug into the duvet.

“Fuck!” I said, breathily.

He sucked my clit with skilled precision while delivering slow strokes to my middle with his fingers. My chest was heavy as I laid there, writhing before him.

“Oh, God! Stanley, shit!”

He released my clit with an audible plop. “You taste even better than I remember,” he declared, strumming the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. “Still tight and wet as a muthafucka, too.”

He moaned as he French kissed my clit.

“You know this pussy has always been mine, Steph. I can tell she missed me as much as I missed her.”

He dove back in, licking and sucking like he was trying to take my soul. My hand went to the back of his head, holding it in place as I thrusted my pussy into his mouth.

“Right there… right there. Don’t stop… fuck!”

I hadn’t been touched in so long that I was already on the verge of cumming. My legs started shaking and my toes curled. My back arched from the bed again as the stroking of his fingers went into overdrive. My body began to tremble, and my thighs clamped around his head as I came full force into his mouth.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”

I laid there panting, my body riddled with pleasure. I’d barely caught my breath when his hand wrapped around my neck and he pulled me upright, crashing his lips into mine. The taste of me lingered on his tongue, turning me on even more.

I wasn’t sure when he got naked, but his hard dick was planted firmly against my thigh. Reaching out, I stroked it firmly, pulling a moan from him. He stepped further between my legs, never breaking the kiss as he nestled my legs in the crooks of his arms.

“I love you, Steph,” he whispered, his dick pressing against my entrance.

“I love you too,” I answered.

I did love him. There wasn’t a period of our lives where I hadn’t still loved him, even when I was with Aaron. Stanley just hadn’t been the man I could commit to back then. That never stopped my love for him, though.

I gasped as he entered me with slow, steady strokes. My head dropped back, and my eyes closed as I basked in the familiarity of him, caressing my walls.

“Shit, Steph…” He let out a loud grunt. “Fuck, you feel like home.”

Lifting me from the bed, he stood to his full height and bounced me on his dick. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“You feel so good,” I whispered. “So g-good… shit!”