Page 19 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

“Oh my goodness!” I screamed.

I thrust my pelvis on his face as I rode the wave. The grip on my thighs held me in place, but I held his head closely to my pussy so he wouldn’t miss a drop. Once Janeiro had slurped me up like country gravy on a biscuit, he stilled. Leisurely, he stood and stripped out of his clothes. Janeiro’s eyes bore into mine as he stroked his large, long, and thick erection.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. There’s no God here, Bella. There’s only my strokes and your cries of passion. Assume the position,” he commanded.

Janeiro had drained me like a gas can, but if I didn’t toot this ass up, there would be hell to pay. I turned on all fours and put the nastiest arch in my back.

“Oh, baby,” he spoke in a tone that revealed his desperate desires. Janeiro slapped my ass cheeks, making my body lurch forward.

“Fuck, Ro!”

He rubbed the stinging area, only to slap my ass again.

“Damn!” I yelped.

Janeiro’s large body leaned over mine. He rubbed my ass, burying his full beard in the crook of my neck.

“No woman makes me feel the way that you do. It is my pleasure to suck your pussy bone dry, every day.”

Janeiro’s hands eased down my body until he toyed with my clit. His mouth nipped and nibbled on my lobe and neck.

“You tease me unmercifully. Every smile, bat of your eyelashes, the sway in your hips, or the feel of your fingers along my skin taunts me to the point where I’ll strip you naked in the public and fuck you without any remorse,” he whispered in my ear.

My body shuddered at the feel of his satiny beard until Janeiro swiftly pushed through my wetness.

“Shit!” I screamed from the sudden invasion.

I bit down on my blanket and grabbed on as much of it as I could. Janeiro’s strokes were so powerful and filling that I always had to brace myself. I’d caught his groove and threw my ass back, matching his strokes. In this short time, I realized I was no match for Janeiro. He fucked me like I was his side chick, but I loved his deep strokes. They were deliciously rough, yet they felt amazing.

Janeiro’s body was toned and muscular and warm against my skin. The sounds of our grunts and groans serenaded us. His grip was firm on my hair. Janeiro made sure to leave his mark on my heart and soul every time we made love. He wanted me to feel him, and damn, I did.

I loved that man. I’d fallen so deep for him that no lifeguard or raft could save me. I didn’t want to be saved. What I wanted was to be with him until I no longer could. My love delivered a stroke so deep that it pulled out my orgasm and his. What a damn ride this was.

We’d landed a few hours ago in New York and enjoyed a hefty lunch together. I still couldn’t believe he planned us a two-day getaway to New York. I’d always wanted to visit, but I never found the time. Janeiro found time. He was a man with a plan.Actions meant more than words to him. That was a trait about him that I appreciated so much.

Currently, Ro sat in the designer storefront on Fifth Avenue and watched me intently as I modeled my clothes for him. He wanted to see me try on every article of clothing I was interested in. He leaned against the store’s large chair with his long and toned legs spread wide for me to stand between. Damn, he looked good with his denim button-up partially opened, revealing some of the intricate ink on his neck and chest. Not to mention the way he chewed on his gum had me ready to sit on his face.

I twirled around, modeling the mini dress Janeiro picked out for our future date night. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. It was sheer as hell, but all the private areas were covered with built-in material.

“What do you think?” I probed.

Janeiro pulled me onto his lap. His lips immediately found my lobe like always.

“You look so fuckin’ good. It’s taking everything in me not to fuck you in that fitting room. Since I’m going to be on my best behavior, I say get the dress in black too,” he whispered in my ear, placing a sweet kiss on my neck afterward.

I shivered. This man kept me aroused. Janeiro was my everything, and I really would let him fuck me in that fitting room. I giggled and stood from his lap.

“You know I love that freaky shit.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Janeiro slapped my ass before I walked away to grab the other dress. When I returned, Janeiro helped me carry all my clothes to the cashier. After dropping his black card, we walked out with four bags in each of our hands. My gifts weren’t enough for Janeiro. We walked down to the next store. It was filledwith jewelry and designer bags. My mouth watered as my eyes scanned over all the purses. I really could get used to this life.

I was far from broke. Honestly, I was wealthy myself, but I’d never had a man that spoiled me this way, besides my daddy. Janeiro walked behind me and kissed my neck.

“You can have whatever you like. Meet me at the cashier when you’re done. There’s something I spotted.”

“Alright, baby.”

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