Mick Sinatra 3: His Lady, His Children, and Sal by Mallory Monroe

stared at Roz, and rubbed her hair.   He knew he shouldn’t interfere in her business
decisions.   He wouldn’t tolerate it in
his business.   But he had a
responsibility he was never going to shirk when it came to her.   He was never going to ignore a situation that
all of his instincts were telling him to pay attention to.   “I want to meet him before you sign him up,”
he said.   “I’ll give you my opinion after
I meet him.”
    Roz smiled.   “Are you telling me just by looking at him you can tell if he’s up to no
good?”
    Mick smiled, and didn’t answer.   But yes.   He could tell.
    But he wasn’t about to let some two-bit actor ruin
his night.   Not when he had been looking
forward to being with her all day.   He
began to massage and finger her again.   And suddenly she was the one moaning.   He began to kiss her luscious lips, and suddenly both of them were
moaning.
    “Give me some juice,” he said to her, and she knew
what that meant without giving it a second thought.   She moved her lithe body further up on his
hard, muscle-tight body until her nipple was rubbing against his mouth.   And then he was licking it.   And sucking it.   And suddenly, between the ass massage, the
vaginal fingering, and the nipple sucks, Roz was on the verge of an orgasm.
    And then Mick told her to give him more.   “More juice,” he said, and she moved further
up, until her pussy was on his mouth.   She began to ride his mouth, moving the lips of her vagina up and down
along his tongue as he licked her and sucked her and began to eat her.   And that climax that had been on the verge,
spilled out.   Roz had a tongue orgasm to
end all tongue orgasms.   She came with a
hard squeeze as his tongue did not relent and he licked her even harder, sucked
and ate her even more vigorously, in rhythm with her ride.
    But it was just the beginning for Mick.   Just the warm up act for their brand of
lovemaking.   Because after she had
climaxed, he put her on her back.   “That’s not all I’ve got for you, baby,” he said as his body straddled
hers, and his fully aroused dick hovered over her.   “Not by a long shot.”
    He guided his cock between her legs and shoved it in
with a thrust that sent Roz reeling again.   She arched up against him as an orgasm that she thought was receding,
found its second wind.   He began to fuck
her.   He began to stroke her with
movements that were nothing short of perfection, where he was adroitly hitting
her spot just right, over and over again, until she became so immersed in his
love that she wrapped her arms around his body and climaxed again.
    But Mick still would not relent.   He continued to stroke her.   He continued to make the kind of love to her
that was bordering on a branding.   He
knew it too.   Because yet another man was
on the horizon.   Yet another asshole had
his sights set on getting some of this ass.   And he wasn’t having it.   Rosalind
was his and his alone.   And with every
stroke; and with every time his cock pushed so deep inside of her that she was
on the verge of yet another orgasm, he wanted to remind her of that very fact.   He stared at her as he fucked her.   He watched her lips tremble as the bed shook
with every thrust of his hips and every push of his cock.   He was riding her wave of cum.   He had one of her legs in the air, with his
hand resting on the back of her thigh, as he put on her a pounding that he knew
she wasn’t going to soon forget.
    He even licked her toes.   Not because it was his thing.   But to remind her that he loved and cherished
every part of her.   He worked out on her.
Her eyes were closed, but he knew his baby.   She was arching and pulsating and behaving as if she couldn’t possibly
take any more of this kind of intensity.   But she took it.   His baby took
it.   And was loving every minute of it.
    And when Mick came, it changed the game again.   Because as soon as Roz felt that hot