Page 15 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

“I respect it, baby. Thank you for at least trying. You did a great job. It means the world to me that you trusted me enough to try. I’ll never forget it.” I kissed his lips.

Janeiro pulled me on top of him, and he kissed me back fiercely. I melted in his embrace as soon as his tongue invaded my mouth. He nudged his dick against my wetness, coating his tip with my essence. Inch by painful inch, he slipped inside me and groaned.

“Sshit . . .” He hissed like a snake when he was fully inside my honeypot.

I rolled my waist, matching his movements and speed. I needed more. Since the time we met, it felt as if I needed Janeiroinstead of wanted him. How was that even possible? I sat up to ride him, but Janeiro pulled me back down with his arm around my waist. He gripped my ass and pummeled my insides with intentional yet delicious strokes. I felt compelled to stare into his eyes while I fucked him back.

Janeiro’s strong hands spread my cheeks apart, digging deeper into my treasure. Them strokes were cleaner and smoother with no resistance. His heavy mass glided in and out of me like a bow gracefully gliding over a violin. “Fuck!” he revealed.

I looked into his eyes.

“I’m sorry for putting my hands on you, Bella. That shit will never happen again. I’ve never laid a hand on a woman, and I never will. I’m so sorry, baby.”

Janeiro tapped my spot, and my back eased off the bed.

“Did you hear me? Do you feel me?” he questioned.

“Yes!” I panted loudly. “I feel every ridge and vein wrapped around your dick. Give me more, Janeiro.”

I gazed deeper into those unrelenting baby blues of his, and they revealed all the passion and love, yes love, he had for me. That was my undoing. I could no longer hold back when he gripped my waist and pounded deeper in me. Fuck, Janeiro could lay pipe. A lightning-shaped vein protruded from his forehead. The muscles in his cheeks and arms flexed. I loved to see the many ways his body showcased his pleasure.

“Shit. I’m cummin’, baby,” I moaned in a desperate plea. My body quivered from the pleasure that ran wildly in me.

Janeiro picked up his pace and assaulted my pussy more, and then he shook under me. He released his nutty essence and coated my slick walls without any care of consequences.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He ranted until his body stopped shaking.

Soothingly, I caressed his chest until we needed to get up. After a while, Janeiro padded to the bathroom. I heard theshower water come on, then he appeared in the room again. Janeiro helped me from the bed and guided me into the bathroom. He held me around my waist, kissing my curls, neck, and collarbone like a man in love. We’d spent two beautiful days together, but it was time to show my face and check on things.

Janeiro climbed into the water first, and I joined him next. He wrapped me in a tight hug, and I welcomed the closeness and affection. As the hot water cascaded down his thick, muscular body, I rubbed his chest in circles until I grabbed his throbbing manhood.

He fiddled my kitty and kissed me blindly. It wasn’t long before he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He impaled me on his quivering erection.

“Damn, Ro!” I called him by his new nickname, and he smirked.

All of a sudden, his demeanor changed. His smirk left and brows furrowed together. In the blink of an eye, he pushed in one of his wall tiles and produced a gun with a silencer. With speed and precision, he extended his arm and fired off one shot.

My eyes widened, mouth hung slightly agape, and heart raced like crazy at the sight of his gun and actions. I honestly thought he was about to kill me.

“Fuck, Janeiro! It’s me, Dawn,” his receptionist revealed.

I climbed off him and covered up with one of his plush bath towels.

“What the fuck is going on? Why are you shooting in the first place?” I questioned, confused as hell.

“There’s a valid reason why, but right now, you both need to get dressed because there’s a situation at your café, Erie. I’ve been calling you like crazy, Janeiro,” Dawn stated with her hand on her chest.

“What do you mean?” I inquired shakily.

“Someone broke into your café and destroyed the place. The police are there now. Check your phones,” Dawn answered before turning and leaving the bathroom.

We followed behind her, throwing on the first articles of clothing we could, and racing out to our vehicles.

I gassed my car all the way there. Janeiro pulled up right behind me. I hopped out and ran to the busted out main window. A middle-aged cop grabbed me, but Janeiro quickly removed his hand.

“I’m the owner, and this is my store. What in the hell happened!” I asked frantically.

An older cop walked up and extended his hand. “I’m Detective Coles, and from what I have gathered and analyzed, you’ve been a victim of robbery,” he responded, lustfully licking his thin lips at me.

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