Page 13 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

I smacked her fat ass cheeks, and she hopped up on her knees.

“Janeiro, your dick is huge, baby. Fuck me until I can’t move, baby.” She purred like the temptress she was.

I pulled out and licked between her ass cheeks and ate that booty like groceries. Each cheek was gripped by big hands as my tongue swiped between her ass cheeks like a credit card. Erie had one of those big country booties—round, plump, and plush.

“Fuck, Janeiro!”

My tongue rimmed her asshole until she came again and plopped down on her mattress.

“Janeiro, I can’t go again, baby,” she voiced breathlessly.

“Shh. I got this.” I massaged my ten-and-a-half-inch monster and thrust in her again. There was a lot of resistance, but Erie liked it rough.

“Just like that,” she sang.

Leisurely, I moved in and out of her from behind while I gripped and tweaked her thick nipples. I picked up speed and pumped ferociously in her while I bit down on her neck.

“Fuck!” I growled loudly as I came.

There was a rush of liquid that trailed down my legs. She’d came again.

“Damn,” I grunted. I busted the biggest nut I’d ever experienced in that wet tight pussy of hers. After what seemed like forever, I stopped ejaculating and spazzing in her wetness.

I rolled off her and placed us in a spooning position. Bella was already snoring lightly. I gripped her titty, and my other hand gripped that dangerous pussy of hers. Yeah, I was a goner already. Sleep came easily for a change.

My sleep was interrupted when I felt something wet and silky slide down my dick. The shit felt amazing until I felt my dick being swallowed. My eyes instantly shot open and grabbed the demon by his throat. I wanted him to die all over again. The shot to my groin caused me to drop my abuser, and I balled up in pain. Erie coughed and gasped for air. She came to after a while.

“Janeiro, what the fuck? I was trying to surprise you with some morning head, and you flipped the fuck out.”

Once my pain started to subside, I limped to my clothes and dressed. Erie just didn’t understand. She could never. I was too ashamed and stunned to speak. I did what I do best; I looked back at Erie and walked out of her home.

My heart broke with each step I took away from her, but my past was a can of worms I didn’t want to open just yet. I made quick strides to my shop, bypassing Dawn, and out the door to my truck. My adrenaline and nerves made me race out the alley, and I did ninety all the way home. I turned into my driveway and saw my neighbor, Jillian.

I didn’t feel like being bothered, so I sat in my ride with the air conditioning running for I don’t know how long. My body felt numb and weak. It was almost like I was immobilized or paralyzed. I didn’t have the one thing that could keep me going with just the bat of her lashes.

What the fuck? My hands rubbed down my waves. I craved greatly to be with Erie. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be wrapped around her like a fitted sheet on a mattress. My trauma was so rooted in me that I was barely holding on to reality. There was a tap on my tinted window, and I rolled it down. I expected to see Jillian’s pale face, but I was blessed to see the most perfecttoffee complexion with honey blonde curls framing her round face. With angry hazel-brown eyes, Erie demanded an answer.

“Explain, Janeiro, because we just talked about this shit last night, man.”

“I can’t right now, Bella. It’s still too painful. All that I ask of you is just give me time to explain.”

Tears slipped down her face.

“Does it have anything to do with all the scars covering your body?” she asked sadly.

Man, this is the shit I didn’t want to deal with, but I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel good to have someone genuinely worried about me besides Dawn and Uncle Matteo.

“Yes,” I answered with a deep sigh.

More tears slipped down her angelic face. “Can I give you a hug? It’s more for me than you.”

I killed my engine, stepped out of my truck, and enveloped her in my arms. That hug was filled with everything I couldn’t say. What I did know was that I couldn’t continue to carry on with her like this. Erie cared about me. She sincerely wanted me. She could’ve left after seeing my scars or how I mistreated her, but no, she stayed. I didn’t have it in me to change for myself, but Erie was the perfect reason to change.

After minutes of holding each other, we partially separated. That was when I had a good look at what she had on.

“What the hell do you have on?” I probed. My eyes roamed over her body. Erie had on some little ass booty shorts with a sports bra.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I had to grab the first thing I saw in order to catch up with you. When I ran into your shop, your receptionist Dawn already had your address waiting on me,” she expressed, teasingly biting her bottom lip.

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