Page 45 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

“Argh!” he screamed.

He for sure wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. I climbed inside my truck and drove until my tire rested on his chest. I leaned out the window.

“I . . . can’t . . . breathe.” He struggled to speak.

“And I don’t like being shot at. I don’t like that you targeted my woman, your sister. I told you to let it go, but you didn’t listen. You young niggas always gotta learn shit the hard way.”

I aimed my gun at him and lit his face up like Christmas lights. When I had no bullets left, I rolled over him and sped away. Now, he had enough time in the afterlife to think about his decisions.

Nineteen

Erie

August

A month had passed since we’d returned from our babymoon. Both of us had a lot of work to handle. I was officially on maternity leave, and Ro handled his business per usual. Ro made due on his word. He took out Troy Jr. When I got the news, I was hurt.

I loved my brother. He just didn’t love me. I had hoped one day that we’d settle our differences, but boy was I wrong. It was hard to have any remorse for him after he’d hired someone to kill me multiple times. How else could I feel besides slightly sad? I didn’t know why he didn’t like me. Now that he was dead, I guess I’d never know. Troy’s secrets died with him.

Ro leaned over and kissed me deeply. When we pulled apart, we stared at each other. He caressed my wild curls, prompting my eyes to close and enjoy the warmth from his fingertips.

“How did you sleep, baby?”

I opened my eyes and grinned. My fingers trailed over and down his toned chest and abs. It was insane how obsessed I was with him. The feeling was obviously mutual.

Plus, the large, branded flesh he carried no longer made me pity him. It simply made me hold him a little more or touch him a little longer.

“I slept well, handsome.” I sat up and licked the top of my lip sexily.

His brows merged, and a sly smirk formed.

“What are you up to?” he queried.

I straddled his waist. “I’m relieving both of us before we start our day, big papa.”

I squatted over his dick and let the tip play around in my juices. I slid down his thick, lengthy erection until he was fully inside me. Ro’s hands flew to my waist. It was how he gained some control. Ro still struggled with my riding skills. I stayed seated, basking in the intoxicating feeling our lovemaking offered me. When I bounced on my tiptoes, I lifted all the way to the tip then went back down.

He gripped my waist tighter, and I stared in his eyes. His beautiful eyes conveyed everything he wanted to say that he couldn’t because I continued to squeeze my pussy muscles. The strained expression on his face partly revealed the truth.

Furthermore, the most powerful emotion displayed was adoration. Eyes were the window to the soul. Ro’s unique optics revealed just how much he loved me and how much he loved my pussy.

“Mm . . .” I released a sexy moan. “Keep telling me your story, baby.”

I slyly smiled. The deep strokes he gave me felt as if he had something to say, and I appreciated the storyteller in him.

Janeiro gripped my waist tighter and pumped harder in me. His moans and groans were erotic. Sex talk with him wasdefinitely a weakness of mine. My hands adorned his chest like jewelry as I rode him harder. To be sexed good was one thing, but to be loved while being sexed good was a feeling that no words had been created yet to describe.

“Fuck, Janeiro. I’m cummin’, baby!” I shouted, shaking like a stripper on Friday night.

Janeiro tweaked my nipples, making me ride him harder. His hands trailed to my ass. As I slowed down, Ro voraciously pounded in me until he came.

“Shit, Bella!” he bellowed.

The feel of his dick pulsating in me was a for sure turn-on. It had been times where he made me cum from that feeling. Once his body had finally calmed down, Janeiro helped me off him.

“I’ll go run us a shower,” he voiced out of breath.

“Alright, handsome.”

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