Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man (The Sinatras of Jericho County Book 1) (7 page)

“So
there’s no man waiting for you at home?”

“No.”
 
Then she looked at him.
 
“What about you?”

He
shook his head.
 
“No man’s waiting at
home for me, either.”

She
smiled.
 
“You know what I mean.”

Charles
knew.
 
“No woman either.
 
My wife left me and the boys nearly fourteen
years ago.”

Jenay
looked back out of the window.
 

Charles
glanced at her.
 
She had asked him that
all important question: was he available too.
 
Did that mean her interest was growing?
 
Only one way he knew to find out, and he was not the kind of man to
simply drop hints.
 
“I think it’s a good
idea,” he said, “if we spend the night together.”

She
smiled, and looked at him.
 
“Oh, really
now?”
 
But then her smile was gone.
 
She wanted his company tonight.
 
Nothing long term.
 
Nothing to distract her from her future
endeavors.
 
But after that accident, and
after she felt so alone in that car until she realized Charles was there, she
needed him.
 
Tonight.

“I
agree,” she said.

Charles
nodded his head.
 
He was pleased beyond
measure, but he didn’t want to jinx it.
 
“Good,” he said, and then he kept driving, as if she didn’t just upend
his world.

CHAPTER SIX

He
sucked her breasts so hard and for so long that her nipples began to ache.
 
She rubbed her fingers through his slick,
wavy hair and moved his head with the motions of his mouth.
 
It felt so good that she found herself
panting.
 
She couldn’t believe it.
 
He was just getting started, but already she
was panting!
 
Mainly because it had been
such a dry spell in her life.
 
Not just
recently, but her entire two years in school she’d turned every boy down who
asked for action.
 
This was supposed to
be her
no distractions
time.
 
This was supposed to be preparation for an
even longer dry spell when she started her career.

But
already, before the end of term, she’d given in.
 
And she still couldn’t believe it.
 
She had allowed this man to take her home,
remove her blouse and bra, put her on her bed, and suck her shitless.
 
He still had on his briefs, and she still had
on her skirt and panties, but they both knew those items were soon to join the
pile of discarded clothing already on the floor.
 
She, in fact, could feel him rubbing his
bundle against the seat of her panties, as he sucked her, as if that removal
was eminent.

When
he finally stopped ravaging her breasts and moved up to her mouth, she knew she
was in for a treat.
 
If he did to her
mouth what he did to her breasts, she knew she was going to enjoy this.

He
kissed her with such a long, sweet kiss that she thought she was falling under
some spell.
 
And what she loved about his
style, was how he stuck to it.
 
He didn’t
move around.
 
He wasn’t trying to kiss
her ear or her nose or her chin.
 
He just
wanted her on the mouth.
 
And that was where
she enjoyed it the most.
 

“You
taste good,” he was saying as he rubbed his lips against her lips and continued
to kiss her.
 
“You taste so good!”

He
was completely on top of her now, as he kissed her, and she had her arms around
him.
 
She tried to lift her head higher,
in case he, like most men, wanted access to her neck, or maybe to her big
breasts again, but he wanted no parts of any access. He just wanted her
mouth.
 
And he kissed that mouth with
long, slow, loving kisses that made her want to cry.

“I’m
certain,” he finally said as he took breaths between kissing her,” you taste
just as good in another place too.”

She
knew where this other place was, but she’d never allowed a guy to go there, and
Quince never wanted to.
 
Not ever.

“Don’t
you, Jenay?” he asked her as he again rubbed his lips against hers.
 
“Don’t you taste good in another place too?”

But
the way he was saying it, and the way he had handled her breasts and now her
mouth so masterfully, made her want to give in.
 
But why would she allow him to do her that way, and no one else?
 

But,
to her own shock, she was willing to allow it.
 
“Another place?” she asked, as if she didn’t understand.

“Yes,”
he responded in a heavy, hoarse voice.
 
“Another place.”

“Where?”
she asked, her voice growing just as hoarse.

“That
sweet spot between your cute little thighs.
 
There.”

When
he said
there
, Jenay thought she was
going to swoon.
 
But she didn’t because
he didn’t delay.
 
He moved onto his
knees, and with his eyes staring lustfully into hers, he began pulling down her
skirt and panties.
 
When he completely
removed them, making her completely naked, he lifted her legs, placed his hands
on the back of her thighs, and opened her.
 

When
he saw the beauty of her vagina, the tenderness of it, his heart began to
pound.
 
And his mouth began to
water.
 
He understood the stakes.
 
He would have her for tonight, but then he’d
lose her forever.
 
He’d go his way, and
she’d go hers.
 
Because now, as he looked
at the innermost part of her body, he began to wonder if losing her would take
lost to an entirely different level for him.
 
He didn’t understand why he felt that way, but he did.

He
took his fingers and began to rub her.
 
The touch of his fingers, especially as they rubbed her clitoris, caused
her to shiver.
 
He could see the goose
bumps form on her remarkably smooth skin.
 
It pleased him to affect her so wonderfully.
 
But it was nothing like the pleasure he
received when he moved down, and his tongue replaced those fingers.
 
Because as soon as he licked her one time,
just once, he was a goner.
 
Even she
arched her body at just that one lick.
 
How in the world, they both wondered, were they going to get through
this?

Not
that they were in any hurry.
 
They weren’t.
 
They were two adults enjoying this night
together.
 
Jenay closed her eyes and
clasped her hands over her head as he did her.
 
She’d never had it done this way before.
 
She’d never felt a man’s tongue this intimately.
 
But she was loving Charles’s tongue.
 
He was licking her in a way that made her
feel as if he was licking the most precious spot in the world to him.
 
And she was so moist that every time he
licked up a part of her wetness, he’d press his tongue against his upper lip as
if he was savoring the taste.
 
And she
was pleased that he was the first.
 
Those
guys from her past wouldn’t have had a clue.
 
They would view oral as a way to get her ready for their overused
dicks.
 
But Charles viewed it as an event
all its own.
 
Jenay loved his view.

And
when he took his fingers and opened her slit, and his tongue coast its’ way
into her folds, she literally sat up in bed.
 
Charles quickly placed his hands beneath her ass to keep that excellent
access he was loving so completely.
 
She
laid back down and he licked deep into her, with slow strokes, until he was
ready.
 
And once he licked her long
enough and was completely ready, he began to eat her.

Jenay
let out a guttural exhale as his mouth went down on her.
 
It was so painful, and so pleasurable that she
didn’t know what to do.
 
She tried to
squeeze the sheets, to keep her body down, but then she’d lift her body when he
placed her flesh between his teeth.
 
And
he licked and ate until she couldn’t take it.
 
She was about to cum.

He
knew it too because he quickly got up, slung off his briefs, revealing a penis
so hard it looked unbendable.
 
But it
bent.
 
Right into a condom, and then
right into her pussy.
 
And as soon as he
entered her, as soon as he touched her there, they both felt a tremble.

Charles
knew it was going to be good.
 
He knew
any kind of sex with Jenay Franklin had to be good.
 
But this was beyond belief.
 
He was pushing into her in a way that made
him feel as if he’d never had anything like it.
 
Her tightness, her ridges, the way she made him glide and then freeze in
the friction, was like sex on steroids.
 
He looked at her.
 
Could she feel
it too?
 
And as soon as he saw her eyes,
and how they were slowly narrowing, he knew the answer.
 
She was feeling it too.

“So
tight,” he said to her in a breathless voice.
 
“So tight.”

And
when he laid on top of her, as his strokes fell into a romantic rhythm, he
wrapped his arms around her, nearly lifting her from the bed and into his
arms.
 

This
was what Jenay had been hoping for.
 
Mind-blowing sex.
 
She’d never had
it before.
 
Quince and none of those boys
from her past had a clue.
 
It was
everything she’d ever dreamed sex could be.
 
And Charles, she thought, as she looked at him.
 
He was fucking her so hard!
 
He was grunting and moaning and shoving it into
her as if his life depended on making her cum.
 

His
strokes were as calming as they were ferocious.
 
Neither one of them could believe just how ferocious.
 
He was fucking her and she was taking every
stroke of his dick as if it was the most pleasurable activity they had ever
experienced.
 

And
then she came.
 
She came with an orgasm
that hurt in its intensity.
 
She
scratched his back as she held on.
 
Because he wouldn’t slow down.
 
He
wouldn’t give her a breather.
 
He
wouldn’t let her come down from the mountain his sex had put her on.
 
He kept grunting, he kept saying how tight
she was, he kept fucking her in a way that made her want to jump and
shout.
 

Charles
knew it too.
 
This was no lay-down
fuck.
 
Because, as the intensity refused
to diminish, neither one of them could lay there.
 
He lifted her into his arms and got off of
the bed, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and he pressed her back
against the wall.
 

He
fucked the shit out of her.
 
He fucked
her so hard that her ass was trying to scale the wall, and she started
climaxing again.
 
He fucked her so hard
that when he came, he came with an outpouring flood so torrential, and so
intense, that he buckled, nearly lost all ability to breathe, and then fell to
his knees.
 

And
as he touched down, she still had her legs wrapped around him, and was still
clutching him, and feeling him.
 
He was
still deep inside of her.
 
She was still
in his arms.
 

After
they remained on the floor for several minutes, unable to move, they finally
regulated their breathing.
 
And Charles
finally found the strength to stand up, and carry her into the bathroom.

He
placed her naked body on the countertop and ran warm water over a
washcloth.
 

“I
didn’t hurt you?” he asked her.

Was
he kidding, she wondered. “No,” she said.
 
She wanted to add that it was wonderful, but she didn’t.

He
opened her legs, and began to wipe her clean.

Jenay
was leaning back, with her eyes closed and her feet up on the vanity, as she
enjoyed something supposedly as mundane as getting cleaned.
 
But Charles was doing it.
 
And something about his touch. . .

When
she finally opened her eyes, she saw him standing there, discarding his condom
by tossing it in the toilet.
 
But instead
of that being the end of it, he was putting on another one.
 
His eyes moved down to that swollen, inflamed
area between her legs.
 
He stared at her,
and his heartbeat began to quicken again.

And
when he looked into her eyes, to let her know of his intentions, that heat hit
her again like a backdraft of fire.
 
He
tossed the cloth aside.
 
Then he pulled
her by her thighs until her ass was on the edge of the counter, and shoved his
dick inside of her with a push so mighty that it caused her to inhale as if
he’d taken her underwater.
 
It wasn’t
until he started fucking her, that she exhaled.

They
weren’t trying to be sexy this time.
 
They weren’t trying to take it slow and easy.
 
They were rough.
 
He was pushing deeper and deeper into her,
and she was begging for even more.
 
And
he gave her more.
 
He took her in a way
he’d never taken any woman before.
 
He
possessed her.
 
Every inch of her.
 
It was so passionate, and so heightened, that
they came within minutes.
 
It couldn’t be
sustained any longer.
 
They came.
 
They’d come before this night, especially
Charles.
 
Many times before.