Chapter 8
I’d seen Stanley as soon as he and Blake stepped into the building.
It was never hard for me to spot him in a crowd. He had this air about him that always drew me in whenever we occupied the same space. It was crazy that I’d known this man damn near my whole life. We shared a child and grandchildren together… life together. Part of me would always love him.
The part of me that had him coming to my house was craving intimacy.
My husband was gone, and I hadn’t been with another man since.
This was the first time in my life that I’d truly been alone.
No man, no kids. Just me. His death hurt me, but it also shifted something in me.
I learned to fully love me again and I’d been content with enjoying my own company and making the most of the time I had on this earth.
With that came the periods of loneliness.
Tonight was one of those nights. I’d been sitting in my house and decided I needed to be around people.
Usually, I called up Tavia or Allison and we would go do something together, but tonight I decided I just needed me.
So, I got all dolled up and went to the little hole in the wall that had been around since I was a girl.
It had been passed down through the generations, and while it had been repainted and had a few minor updates, the aesthetics always remained the same. It reminded me of a simpler time.
Now we were back at my place and I was feeling like that same teenaged girl, being with a boy I probably had no business being with back then. We stood in the doorway of my home, just looking at each other.
Years had passed since I’d been with him, but I still remembered what that felt like. It was a feeling I’d never be able to forget. There was a reason this man had all these damn kids.
“We just gon’ stand here?” he asked, pushing a curl from my face.
I smirked as I grabbed his hand. Taking the lead, I led him to my bedroom. Inside, I closed the door and took a seat on the bed. He stood there, watching me with lustful eyes. Leaning back on my elbows, I lifted my heel clad foot in his direction.
“Can you take these off?” I asked, sweetly.
He licked his lips as he stepped toward me.
Gently, he took my foot and placed the heel against his chest. His fingers moved to unclasp the strap before he slipped it off.
For a moment, he admired my foot. Once upon a time, he told me how much he loved the way I took care of my feet.
Lifting it to his lips, he kissed my toe before releasing my foot and reaching for the other.
The same movements followed, only this time, his lips trailed kisses up my smooth, shaven legs.
My breath hitched as he inched closer and closer to the apex of my thighs.
He came to a stop and stood between my legs.
Leaning in, he connected our lips for the second time tonight.
A moan escaped my throat as his hands grazed the insides of my thighs.
“I’ve missed this pussy,” he declared, stroking the seat of my panties. “Damn, Steph. You’re already wet?”
His lips went to my neck as he reached under my dress and gripped the band of my panties before pulling them down and slipping them off. Bringing them to his nose, he closed his eyes and inhaled my scent.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “I need to taste you.”
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!”
The way he was pounding me, I was going to feel this shit in the morning.
“I need you, Stephanie,” Stanley said, slowing his thrusts. “I let you get away. I let you marry another man because you deserved better than me, but I need you now. We were always end game, baby.”
He lifted me from his dick and tossed me on the bed. Flipping me over, he pulled my hips until I laid before him in an arch.
“You, this pussy, your heart, that shit all belongs to me and I’m coming back for what’s mine.”
He slapped my ass before plunging back into me with deep powerful strokes. My ass clapped wildly against his thighs. He put one foot up on the bed and really began digging me out. I had to bury my face in the mattress to muffle my cries.
His fingers threaded through my curls, and he yanked my head back up.
“Stanley! Shit!”
“You ain’t loud enough for me, love. Let your neighbors know who’s in this shit.”
He slapped my ass again, and my muscles contracted around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised. “Milk me dry like you used to. Show me this pussy still remembers.”
Again, he slapped my ass, causing me to hiss. It hurt so good!
“Remember how this ass used to bruise for me, Steph?” he asked, rubbing the spot before slapping it again.
I couldn’t forget that.
Every time he fucked me from the back, he left a bruise.
It was his kink and that’s how he marked me.
He used to get so turned on every time he saw his handiwork.
I found myself purposely wearing bottoms that showed my ass when we were alone because the minute he saw it, he was on me and I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Yes,” I answered, between moans. “I loved that shit.”
He chuckled. “I know you did, baby. You used to get so fucking wet for me, just like you are now. Pussy just juicing for me.”
His strokes became longer and deeper and his grip on my hair tightened. My nipples brushing against the bed with every thrust, added to my pleasure. I was almost at my peak.
“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum.”
“Whatchu waiting for then? Bust that shit for me.”
Like every time, my body submitted to him. My cries of pleasure filled the room, and I came with a force that was almost foreign to me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the orgasm I hadn’t had in years rocked my body.
“Fuuuuccck!”
Stanley’s seeds coated my walls to the point where I felt it seeping out of me. I collapsed against the bed, panting heavily with him still throbbing inside me. Once I caught my breath, I peered over my shoulder to see him drenched in sweat.
“You okay?” I asked, stifling a giggle.
“Hell no I ain’t okay. I’m getting old and your ass still has that vice grip. You almost took me out just now.”
I couldn’t hold my laughter any longer.
“Please be for real, Senior.”
“I am.”
I tried to ease off of him, but he stopped me.
“You gotta give me a second, baby. I’m so backed up, if you move, I’m gonna nut again and that’s the end of round two.”
I smirked as I rose to my knees with him still inside me.
“Don’t tell me you’ve lost your stamina?”
Gently, I lifted my hips, gliding up and down on his shaft.
“I could always get myself for round two.” I moaned as I picked up my pace. “You used to love watching me use you to please me.”
His hands gently gripped my hips as his gaze fixated on my ass.
He hissed. “Shit!”
He had no idea that he was in for the ride of his life. He’d scratched an itch, and now, I needed my fill of him. This was going to be a long night.