Page 9 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

Eight

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Yesterday’s events were a thing of the past as I sat up in Janeiro’s bed and watched him while he slept. That was the highlight of my morning. He looked so peaceful and calm. The rise and fall of his chest was a for sure sign.

His silk sheets covered his lower half, leaving his chest totally exposed. With shaky hands, I traced over the chicken scratch words Satan’s Child . You could tell some monster actually took the time to carve the letters into his chest.

How could anyone be so damn cruel and inhumane?

The keloid skin around the old scars were repulsive.

It was so bad that it made my stomach turn.

I trailed my fingers lightly over the old sores and bullet wounds, and I shuddered a bit.

There were a few knife wounds that healed pretty evenly, but due to all the wounds on his chest, they came together as one big canvas, which was to be expected when the wounds seemed like they were reopened several times.

The cut on his lower waist looked fresh.

Was he recently in a fight or something?

I took a closer look. My hands gently caressed over the fresh wound.

There was much more to this man than I knew.

If only he felt safe enough to share with me.

There was a thump against my elbow. I looked down. Janeiro had a full hard on. The tent he sported made the sheets slide down, exposing that sexy “V” shape of his pelvis.

Being the naughty girl that I was, I tugged a little more, and the sheet slipped off to the floor. His masterpiece was in full glory. If I couldn’t suck it, at least I could admire it.

My mouth watered as I gazed at the dark flesh that encased his heavy mass.

The tip of his dick was abnormally big. I’m talking about the size of an extra-large egg.

Hydration was all I thought of every time my eyes connected with the angry purple tip.

Thick veins circled his dark mass like serpents twined together.

Let’s not forget the two tennis balls that sat between his thighs.

His dark beast pulsed again, and I just couldn’t help myself.

As soon as I wrapped my lips around his tip, Janeiro grabbed my head and tried to force me off. I slapped his hands away and grabbed his dick in my hand. I squeezed a little, weakening his resolve, and he held up two hands.

The pain dancing in his eyes wasn’t from me because I barely applied pressure. No, the pain shown in those angry, magnificent blue eyes of his was now absolute fear. When I stroked him up then down and added a little pressure along the way, he shuddered a bit.

“Janeiro, I will never hurt you. I can’t begin to fathom the sick shit that has happened to you in the past. I’m so sorry that you had to endure what you did, but the oral pleasure between a woman and a man is one of the most special bonds they can form.

You can trust each other to take your orgasm to new heights, but that’s if it’s done right,” I affirmed.

“Baby, the only way to let some of those old memories go is to create new ones. I want you to have your first experience of what it feels like to be orally pleased the right way. Can you please at least try for me, baby?” I pleaded sincerely.

He stared deeply in my eyes before he blessed me with a subtle nod.

“You are in full control. I’ll start off slow, but if you start to feel uncomfortable, just let me know, and I’ll stop.”

He nodded slightly again. Without haste yet confidently, I wrapped my lips around his big tip and sucked.

“Mm,” I moaned, savoring his addictive flavor. I moved at a snail's pace while my tongue circled around his bulbous tip.

“Mm . . .” He grunted.

I looked up at his body and noticed he wasn’t so tense.

Maybe his fear had been replaced by pleasure.

I tapped his thighs and signaled for him to look at me.

The outline of a smirk graced his beautiful face.

The look in his eyes fueled me to go harder.

I slurped and slobbered all over his dick, twisting my hands with finesse in a pepper grinder manner.

“Mm,” he grunted again. That was my cue to try what I’d been dying to do. I deep throated him and hummed a bit. I wasn’t even able to get a good rhythm in before he pulled me off. Janeiro shook his head.

“No more, baby?” I queried, sadly.

“No more,” he whispered with a strained tone.

“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 Janeiro instead 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 the shower 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.

Oh, my goodness. He was disgusting. He was pale as sugar with a rotund belly and bald spot in the center of his thinning hair.

“Ma’am, can you think of anyone who would want to destroy your shop?” Detective Coles inquired nonchalantly.

“No. I can’t. I’ve been here three years, and nothing like this has ever happened,” I answered with tears trailing down my face.

“Any scorned lovers or friends?” he quizzed snidely.

“I said no, sir. Are you guys going to do a thorough investigation? There are things I need to check on,” I expressed rudely. He really pissed me off, asking the same questions.

“Here’s my card if you can think of anything else.” He handed me his card and walked away.

Janeiro grabbed my hand, and we eased inside my café.

My heart broke with every step we took. I covered my mouth when I saw how my Gigi’s jukebox was smashed to pieces.

Every item in her remembrance was shattered and ruined.

Tears instantly rolled down my face as I walked over to the jukebox. I caressed the base and top part.

“Why!” I screamed. “I’ve never done anything to anybody.”

Janeiro enveloped me in his strong arms and rubbed my back soothingly as I sobbed. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Bella. I truly am. I’ll pay for all the damages.”

His kind words fell on deaf ears, and my sobs slowed down immediately when a bad odor filled my nose.

“Do you smell that, Ro?” I queried curiously.

“Yeah, I do. It smells awful,” he agreed.

Together, we searched for the putrid smell.

I slipped on some broken glass and smeared food, but thankfully, Janeiro caught me.

He pushed through the double doors and walked into the kitchen.

I leaped back in fear. There were dead rodents and small carcasses placed all over the kitchen.

Dead rats and other rodents covered my stove tops, hung from the ovens and refrigerators, and placed where we kept the dried goods in the storage pantries.

“What the fuck is going on? Ro, I’m more scared now than pissed off,” I voiced, hiding in his arms.

He led us back to the dining room. “This wasn’t a robbery. It was staged to look that way. The money is still in the register. All the sentimental items are smashed and broken. Not to mention, the dead animals in there are mostly rats. This situation is personal.”

I stared into his eyes and knew he told the truth.

“I believe you, baby. I’m just having a hard time coming up with suspects. Why would anyone refer to me as a rat or dead weight?” I questioned out loud.

“It’s time we have a talk, Bella.”

“Talk? About what? I need to call my daddy and insurance company.”

“Well, invite him over. He needs to hear what I have to say,” Ro expressed.

I nodded. With shaky hands, I dialed my daddy and put the call on speakerphone. On the second ring, he picked up.

“Hey, Sweet Pea,” he answered in a deep tone.

“Daddy, something terrible happened at the café, and I need you here.”

“I’m on my way. Stay put,” he voiced with finality.