Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man (The Sinatras of Jericho County Book 1) by Mallory Monroe

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