Page 57 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

Sicily

I sat in Erie’s garden and watched as she planted another row of cabbage. She loved some damn cabbage, but so did I. Four years had gone by, and I kept my word to myself. I retired from killing, my tailor shop, and the cleaners.

I hired efficient managers to run my businesses properly. Erie followed suit and did the same thing. Her café was still successful. She hired two managers for the café and two for the lounge.

When our affairs were in order, we packed up and moved to my hometown in Sicily. I made sure my wife and kids had dual citizenship so we could go back and forth. The kids were now eleven, and they enjoyed spending time with their Sicilian side of the family.

Here, they learned more about their heritage. Three years ago, I had our home built. Our kids could literally walk out the door and walk to their aunts’, uncles’, and cousins’ homes. Not only that, but we could see them playing.

There were cameras, sensory lights, and security equipment inside and outside my home. It granted me the peace and security I needed. Currently, the kids were at Aunt Bianca’shome, so I kept Erie company. I sipped my wine and gazed at her fat ass.

Her body was fuller, thicker, and way curvier after eleven years. I loved me a full-figured woman—this one in particular.

I craved Erie like a fiend with a habit. I wanted her morning, noon, and night. Even during the days we didn’t get along, I still only wanted my wife because no other woman would do. I tossed back the remnants of my wine and set the glass down.

My dick was hard as hell. Erie knew exactly what she did to me, wearing that little ass cropped top and tiny boy shorts. The way her cheeks hung from the lower part of her shorts had me salivating.

Erie’s sun-kissed skin glistened under the sun. The sunscreen she used did her skin well. She leaned forward and patted the dirt space that held her seeds. When her ass started to jiggle, that was my undoing. I walked from the patio, leaving a trail of my clothes from where I started and stopped.

“Bella,” I called out to her, stroking my dick.

She turned and grinned at the sight of me. “I see somebody misses me.”

She removed her gloves and seductively crawled to me. Erie took my dick in her mouth and down her throat in one swift swallow. My head fell back, and I gripped her curls firmly.

“Fuck, Bella. Just like that.” I motivated her.

Her tongue rolled over my tip when she needed a break, but it wasn't for long. I now enjoyed oral sex. It was crazy how I looked forward to it. Nobody pleased me like my wife.

When Erie massaged my dick while she sucked and swallowed, it made my knees buckle. I needed to feel her before I came. Gently, I slipped out of her mouth and coached her on her back. I snatched down her top, exposing her full and heavy titties. Then I ripped her little shorts off her.

This was the first time we had sex outside, and from the looks of things, it wouldn't be our last. I was thankful for the privacy fences I had installed around our home. My hand toyed with her pussy, and she was soaking and warm.

Erie was just how I loved her. She stayed wet for me. I placed her legs on my shoulders and took her fine ass to pound town.

“Ooh, big papa. Fuck me just like that!” she squealed.

Erie’s titties bounced around like a round of applause. She had me mesmerized. I couldn’t look anywhere else but at her. Every time I gave her a long, deep stroke, she squeezed her pussy muscles, taking me further in her web like I was her prey.

“Oh shit, Ro. I’m about to cum!”

She pumped against me harder. All she did was pull my nut from me like she was a magician.

“Damn, baby. You got the best pussy in the world. Fuck, girl.”

I pounded harder and faster in Erie until my body calmed down. I relaxed on the plush green grass and pulled her partially on top of me.

“Thank you, Bella.”

“For what, love?” she probed, out of breath.

She intertwined our fingers. Her thick leg draped daintily over my pelvis, and I loved the pressure from her full body.

“You gave me hope. Hope was never on the menu. It is now. You walked into my life and changed it completely. We never talked about this, but there were so many times suicide sounded like the perfect ending to my life’s story. In so many ways, you said hell naw and gave me multiple reasons to live.

“I can’t thank you enough for that, Bella. I’ll always feel indebted to you. I know you would disapprove of me saying that, but it’s how I feel. I really do owe you my life.”

She raised her head and rested her chin on my chest.

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