Page 22 of Nikki Sinatra: For Her Lover

The next morning Roz was on top, riding Mick hard, as he watched her the entire time.

Her eyes were closed, and her head was leaned back in a serene tilt of her smooth, slim neck and elegant, high-cheek-boned regal face, as she seemed to be completely immersed in him and how much she enjoyed the way he was doing her.

He was holding onto her hips and moving her supple black body in the exact way he wanted her to ride.

He was enjoying her too. But all he could think about was how devastated he would have been had something happened to her last night.

He still couldn’t get over what went down.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind. The idea that this woman, that his woman would be caught up in a gunfight in a neighborhood he wouldn’t be caught in after dark himself, and all because of some Teddy and Nikki shit. That still had him burning with fury.

But as Roz continued to ride him so wonderfully, he realized his fury was also in his dick and he had to release it.

He moved her onto her back, got on top of her, and entered her again with a thick, hard entry that caused her to cry out yes!

and arch her slender back in exclamation. And he began to pound.

Roz was a verbalist when it came to Mick making love to her and she couldn’t hold back.

Do it good. Come on, Mick, you can do better than that.

Hit it right. Right there. Oh yeah. Now we’re talking.

That’s it. That’s the spot. Make me want it more.

Like that. Just like that. Yeah baby. Just like that !

She was so good at it that she had Mick verbalizing back to her. Which was a rarity for him. But she turned him on that way.

She was crying out for him to do it harder, and he gladly obliged her.

He wrapped her tighter into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his back and they did it like the king and queen they were.

No young stud could ever outperform Mick the Tick, and no young woman alive could ever make a man cum the way Roz could.

They were the blueprint and they knew it.

There was nothing sweet and easy about the way they did it.

And when they came, it was just as momentous. They both grunted. Roz cried out again. And their orgasm took them to that place that was almost too high to come down. But they slowly came back down to earth as the sensations slowly, eventually began to subside.

But within seconds of the crash, and while they were still pulsating and feeling the full effect of their long-ass session, the intercom buzzed. Mick took a few seconds, because he had to, but then he reached over and pressed the button. “What?”

“Mr. Teddy Sinatra and Mrs. Nikki Sinatra are coming through the gate, sir.”

Mick released the button and remained on top of Roz for several more seconds.

Then he began pulling out of her with a long, slow pull out.

But by the time he was about to come completely out of her, she opened her eyes.

Her sexiest of eyes. And that look, that enchanting look, overtook him again.

And just like that he was hard again. And instead of pulling out, he moved back in.