Stella Brent has come home for her sister’s wedding—a place she hasn’t been in ten years. When Russ Howard, her first love and the guy she lost her virginity to, shows up at the airport instead of her sister Deena, Stella quickly learns the attraction she thought she’d left behind, so long ago, is still buried deep inside her. And, it’s only a matter of time before Russ drags it back to the surface—full force!
Content Warning: 18+ ONLY. This SHORT STORY contains strong language and explicit sex and is intended for mature audiences only.
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Pussy as sweet as Stella Brent’s shouldn’t be neglected. But that’s exactly what Russ Howard suspected while observing her waiting by the baggage carousel. Her stance was rigid. Her expression cold. And her clothes entirely too conservative.
Stella had been gone a long time. Ten years. But her hair was still long and brown and the color of black walnuts, and had him reminiscing about the times he’d tangled those soft tresses around his hands as he guided her mouth over him. Her cherry-red lips further provoked his memories.
Russ recalled a time when she’d ride him in his truck in some parking lot, or on the porch swing when her parents weren’t home. That was always scary, and extremely exciting. His dick got hard just thinking about it.
But this girl standing before him now, she wasn’t about to suck his cock during the ride out to her parents’ place, which is what he’d been hoping for.
He sized her up in the designer suit she obviously thought was concealing her jutting breast and long legs. But it wasn’t fooling him. He knew the body beneath the clothing too well.
What she needed was a good, old-fashioned, down and dirty, hardcore fucking. And he was the guy to accommodate—just as soon as he got her out of all those clothes. It might not be easy, but damn he was going to have fun trying.
Russ snuck up behind her. “Stell...” Her name lingered on his breath.
She responded with an audible lingering sigh. Oh, yeah. Stella Brent was still a sucker for his charms.
Her head snapped toward him. For a split-second a smile started to curl on the corners of her mouth but she caught it and buried it inside a cold, hard glare.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” she said in a tone twice as cold as the scowl in her eyes. She reached for a plain black suitcase as it rolled by on the carousel.
“Who were you expecting?” he asked, taking the bag from her. No way was he going to give her the chance to later accuse him of not being a gentleman.
“Anybody but you.”
Okay. That hurt. Just for that he’d make her beg a little longer and a little harder when she finally came around.
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