Worry...

I watched as she turned her back to me. She spun around in a whole circle on my dick. It felt like I was in heaven. Her walls began to contract the faster that she rode me. She then started whining, and grinding. I always knew she was a freak from the times we spent together on her break in the female bathroom of Red Lobster, or the back seat of my car. Or the time we got down in the community room at park. She was 16 then and did wonders. Now she is 29 and is more of a wonder than she was then. I have never met a girl other than her who could work a pussy so well, and make me want it again. Her's was so soft, warm, and tight. I never knew how she kept it like that but I guess its "Star Box". I grabbed her ass, as she bounced up and down. I squeezed it, then my hands traveled up to her waist. She was going to get it harder, and harder. This is my first time getting back it this, and just might be my last. I'm pounding the fuck out of her until its red or better yet purple.
"Damn baby......" She moaned, as I went harder spreading her pussy in the processes. She start to feel real good to me, and before I knew it I screamed her name......
"ONIKA!!!".....
Ziare's memory flashback was interupted by his maid, bringing him his phone. Ziare was living in Puerto Rico, his native country. Ever since he had left Nicki alone, and left her that gift and the letter. He looked down at his ring finger, and saw his ring. Nicki had the other one.
"Mr. Ramerez, Onika would like to speak to you." Ziare put down his Scotch on the Rocks, and grabbed the phone. He looked at the clock and saw it was 9:00pm. She never calls him this late. Ziare put the phone to his ear.
"Nicki?" He said in a raspy, and deep voice.
"Ziare..... Look I dont have time to explain nothing right now. B...But I need you. Right now." Ziare heard her crying, and he didnt like to hear that. Him and Nicki had been cool ever since he saw her on a trip to New York. He went a few places with her afterwards too. Like her album signing. They had really became friends. Ziare texted his agent James to get the Red Eye flight ready. He slipped on a pair of jeans, and a T-Shirt.
"Where are you baby?" He asked getting his car keys, and Nike shoes. Nicki stumbled over her words.
"I'm.... I.....I.... I'm in Sparks, Nevada. Ziare hurry..... It's Allianna." When Ziare heard Nicki say Allianna, his heart jumped in his chest. He had never told Nicki but he felt that she was his, and after he counted up the months of Nicki's pregnancy, it was a possibility that it was his daughter. Only reason why was that of that one night where him, and Nicki got caught up in their emotions, and ended up sleeping together. Ziare was filling Safaree's shoes when he wasnt around. He would come to New York every two weeks, and stay for the weekends, and spend time with Nicki, and Allianna. He would take them out, and play with them. He really grew a bond with Allianna, and to hear something was wrong with her almost made him throw up. He was so nervous.
"I'm on my way right now." Ziare said shaking a little. Nicki gave him the information for the hospital, and the room number.
"Thank you Ziare...." Nicki said lowly.
"Anything for you baby. Give me about 3 hours." He said back. Him, and Nicki said goodbye's.
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This is the Interlude. Just to show you where Ziare was, and what was up with him. And how he got to the hospital. Chapter is coming soon. BBL!!!!