Page 36 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

She removed her phone and connected it to the Bluetooth wireless sound bar I had outside. Soon, oldies flooded the backyard.

I placed the steak on the bottom rack of the grill and placed the foil-wrapped salmon and veggies on the top rack. I lovedthe smell of burning charcoal. When I was done, I pulled the lid down and sat next to Erie in the lounge chair.

Before I was able to relax, Erie was on top of me. She rolled her lower half on me. My dick instantly sprang to life.

“Erie, what you doing, baby? I’m cooking,” I asked, groping her ass.

She rolled her waist again. Her full lips descended on my earlobe, nibbling my tender flesh.

“It’s been hours, and I haven’t felt my man in a while,” she whispered in a sultry tone.

Erie leaned down and suctioned my tongue in her mouth. Her small hand slid down my chest and inside my joggers. Erie was small but strong. The firm grip she had on my dick always weakened me, giving her temporary control over me.

“You felt me on the plane,” I reminded her.

“That was a long time ago,” Erie fired back.

She took my mouth hostage again. While we indulged in a sloppy kiss, I grabbed each of her cheeks in one hand. I lifted her dress around her waist, revealing her lace thong that looked like dental floss between her hefty cheeks. With my thumb hooked around her thong, I trailed my knuckle up and down the space between her ass.

“Ah!” Erie panted.

She loved when I did that. I loved when she released her desires for me. It turned me on even more. My hands moved up her back and tugged at the strings around her neck. Her dress fell to her waist, showcasing one of my favorite assets—her double Ds. My mouth was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I gripped her titties and suckled her like she was the best tasting fruit in the world.

Erie desperately pulled my dick out of my joggers, freeing the beast for that gushy shit. I pulled her thong to the side and lifted her up, helping her slide down my erection with ease.

“Fuck, Janeiro . . .”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, creating one of my favorite love faces. Damn, I couldn’t get enough of her. We rocked together until we found our groove. My large hands gripped those fat, round cheeks of hers while she bounced on my dick. Erie twerked while riding me.

“Fuck, Bella. You feel so good.”

I stimulated her asshole with my thumb. Erie squirted. She loved that freaky shit. Erie bounced on my dick with precision. Her hands caressed my chest, making me bite down on my lip. She had the most beautiful sex faces I’d ever seen. I felt my nut rise.

I couldn’t wait to fill her up with more of my kids. Erie had to cum first. It was time to lock in. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and firmly slammed her down on my dick. Our bodies moved together rhythmically to the jazzy song that played in the background. Erie bit and kissed down my neck, and I shuddered.

“Fuck, Bella.” I sighed.

I looked at my lady. Her brown skin looked sun-kissed under the moon. Erie’s curls were out, and her stomach was more rounded by the day. She looked like a goddess, my goddess. Money couldn’t buy a better portrait. Erie was my forever girl. Her pussy muscles clamped down on me like a trap snapping down on a mouse.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m cummin’, Janeiro.” She howled.

Her pace picked up, titties bouncing all over. Erie rode out her orgasm and collapsed onto my chest. I continued to drive furiously in her until my nutty essence coated her slick walls with more of my babies.

“Shit, Bella. Damn, you got some good pussy,” I affirmed.

My dick continued to throb in her while I gripped her hefty cheeks. My chest rose and fell like I’d just ran a marathon. She sat up and looked me in the eyes. I gazed in the eyes of my queen.

“Erie, I’m not done with you at all. You better hope I can get through dinner without pounding into your ass again,” I admitted.

She smiled slyly. “Don’t worry, big papa. I’m not tired at all.”

Erie smirked and climbed off me. “I’ll be back. I’m going to freshen up.”

She kissed my lips and sauntered away. I rose from my seat, fixed myself up, and ran into the kitchen to wash my hands. When I came out, I tended to my grill. Bella’s fine ass would be the death of me.

Sixteen

Janeiro

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