Page 19 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

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J aneiro

Erie wobbled outside in a short, nude lace maxi dress. Her nipples and bare pussy was on full display. Erie's beautiful, round stomach looked majestic with the lace material and flower pattern that covered it.

I gulped hard while staring at Erie intensely.

It was now clear to me why I was so blessed and obsessed with her.

Everything about Erie was majestic. Here I was, living a lonely life for forty-one years, when out of the blue, this hazel eyed, curly head woman waltzed into my life, commanding my heart and nothing less.

If I had friends, I imagined they’d ask me if I gave in to her? I could picture myself saying I gave her what she demanded—my heart. Too bad I wasn't in the friend-making business. Erie was the only friend I needed. I cleared my throat.

“You are something else, woman. You’re a damn temptress.”

She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. Erie took her seat next to me. She wrapped herself up in the blanket.

“You know I live to tease you, my love. Is the food ready yet?” she probed, rubbing her hands around her protruding belly.

I joined her, rubbing my hands on her belly as well.

“Yes, you do, Bella, but the food is ready. I just removed the veggies. I’ve been waiting for you,” I answered.

My lips replaced my hands on her stomach.

I said a prayer for her to have a safe delivery for all three of my angels.

My anticipation to meet my three little beings was through the roof.

I couldn’t stress how I loved and appreciated my new life.

Shit would surely change when they arrived.

Erie's voice filled my ears, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Oh, okay. No worries. I’ll fix the plates.” She went to move, but I stilled her.

“Nope. I got it, beautiful.” I rose and plated the steak and salmon with grilled veggies. I placed the plates on the table and grabbed another beer for me and water for her. Carefully, I guided her to the table and pushed her chair in. We said grace then dug in.

“Damn, baby, this food is so good.”

Erie moaned, forking some roasted veggies in her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned and groaned until she swallowed. When she looked up, I stared at her.

“That was just sexy as hell, girl. You got me adjusting my dick over here.”

She giggled. I loved making her smile and laugh. We talked and laughed, and after a while, we finished up our meal.

Erie placed the leftovers in plasticware, while I cleaned the back patio. Once we finished, I helped her into the bed and took a hot shower. After I handled my personal hygiene, I padded into the room naked. To my surprise, Erie was spread eagle on the bed and toyed with her wet pussy.

“Damn,” I voiced in awe of her full and curvy body.

“This party has already started. We’re just waiting on you, Papa.” Erie raised her full brow.

With no hesitation, I jumped in the bed and crawled between her legs. I feasted on her fat pussy and swollen clit. Firmly, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, locking her in place, and slurped all over her stiff clit.

Erie’s back arched off the bed. “Just like that, Ro. Fuck!”

Her hand pushed my head closer to her pussy. I unwrapped one of my hands and inserted two fingers in her tight canal and continued to French kiss her pussy. The moment I vibrated my tongue against her clit, her legs shook uncontrollably.

“Yes!” Erie yelled out her release.

She squirted all over my face. It was something I looked forward to every time we were intimate.

I lapped at her juices like a fiend needing their next high.

My tongue licked all around her plump lips and stiff bud, making sure I didn’t miss a drop.

I eased up her body and nipped at her lace-covered nipples.

With her help, she slipped out of her thin dress easily.

Her titties were out, and I sampled their deliciousness like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Erie’s breasts were the perfect size. They weren’t overbearing, but they weren’t mosquito bites either. I placed my face between them, and instantly, I felt sandwiched. Everything about her was perfect.

After I got my fix on her voluptuous double Ds, I moved up to her tender lips and merged my tongue with hers. I made sure to put all my weight on my arms and not her stomach. Erie and I sloppily kissed, but I needed more of her.

“Baby, I need to feel you. Turn around for me,” I expressed between our kisses.

“Okay,” she stated with a heavy breath.

We pulled apart long enough for me to help her turn on her knees. Even with three kids in her stomach, Bella’s arch game was perfect. Her pretty pussy glistened and leaked for me only. Sloppily, I sucked her pussy a little more.

I needed another fix of her addictive essence before I entered her warm and wet honeypot. She whined for more. I was about to give her more. I teased her opening, admiring the way her flower unfolded to let me in.

“Don’t tease me, Ro. Fill me up. I can take it.” Erie panted.

“You got it, Bella.”

Just as she directed, I filled her swift and hard. Her knees buckled. I caught her around the waist before she fell on her stomach.

“I’m sorry, beautiful. You okay?” I queried before I moved an inch.

“Oh yeah, big papa. You know I love that rough shit,” she replied hoarsely.

Erie threw her ass back, signaling me to go ahead. Each stroke I gave my baby made me feel one step closer to heaven. That was the only way I could put it. Sliding in her felt like a tunnel of never-ending pleasure. Pulling out felt like an MMA fighter had my ass in a chokehold. Shit, she had grip.

“Fuck, Bella!” I wailed. “This pussy is so damn hypnotizing!” I slapped her ass. “Throw that shit back.”

“Yes, Ro! Just like that,” she retorted.

Erie threw her ass back faster. My baby had them cheeks clapping every time I pulled out to the tip and submerged back in her love nest. I pulled out again and tapped her spot. Erie squirted all over me.

“Oh, you like that, huh? Let’s try it again.”

This time when I pulled out, I immediately rammed back in her, and she blessed me again, raining down all over me.

“Fuck, Janeiro. I’m about to cum!” she screamed.

I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Baptize me then, girl.”

I bit down on her lobe. She released hisses I’d never heard her express. I toyed with her clit and continued to drive into her savagely.

“Shit. I’m cummin’!” Erie sang loudly.

My strokes grew deeper and faster as she tightened around me. Within seconds, Erie had creamed all over me. My dick looked like it was coated in cream filling. I fell deeper in love with her every time it happened. I tapped that spot one more time, kick starting my own orgasm.

“Fuck, Bella.”

My head hung back while I basked in the big nut I’d just busted.

Erie had me in wonderland. I groaned and grinned from the way her muscles tightened around me.

After a while, her moves slowed down, and she threw her ass against me lazily.

Bella milked me good. I pulled out and helped her turn on her back.

Sluggishly, I trekked to the bathroom and wet a new washcloth. I wiped myself off then cleaned her up. Erie had a fat pussy, so I made sure to clean her well. Afterward, I lazily tossed the towel on the nightstand and pulled the covers over us. I turned off the lamp and spooned my Bella.

Two days had passed. We ate, slept, and watched movie on top of movie in the theater room. Erie and I also made love and fucked every chance we got. I needed to feel my girl regularly.

We didn’t get a chance to do things like this often because of our busy schedules. I was perfectly content with just lounging around the house with her. At this present time, she was kicking my butt in UNO.

“Pick ’em up, big papa!” she yelled after slapping down two draw fours.

“Man, damn,” I groaned.

“Aww, don’t be a sore loser, baby.” Bella teased me in a baby voice.

“I give up. I’m ready to eat. We can pick this up later.” I pouted.

She laughed hard. Finally, her laughter died down, and we walked hand in hand into the kitchen.

“Any suggestions on dinner?” I queried.

“Let me think. I don’t want anything too heavy. I feel like I’ve gotten bigger since we been here. I’m thinking maybe some butter noodles with light Italian seasoning and oregano.” She nodded and rubbed her stomach.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Erie’s phone rang. She wobbled to it as I made myself busy with dinner.

“Hey, Daddy! What’s up?” She froze.

“Is everything okay?” I probed. I looked at her with concern.

Erie shrugged her shoulders.

“Daddy, slow down. I hear the ambulance.” She went silent again until her eyes widened. “You guys have been shot at!”

“Bella, give—” but my sentence was cut short. A bullet whizzed straight through the window, and it hit the water kettle.

“Duck!” I hollered.