Big Daddy Sinatra: There Was a Ruthless Man(31)

She lifted her knees as he moved in deeper. His tongue was inside of her folds. But he wasn’t wiggling his tongue. There was no teasing with Charles Sinatra. This man meant business. He sliced into her folds merely to give himself more space to eat. And as her vaginal juices began to spew out onto his tongue, that was exactly what he did. He ate. He ate her in a way that was so intense it was painful. She slid down from the impact, until her ass was no longer being held up by the edge of the sofa, but by the catch of his hands. And he was feasting on her.

Jenay could barely contain herself as she tried to push him away from her. She was pushing so hard, and arching so wildly, that he looked up at her. “You want me to stop?” he asked her.

But she could only shake her head. “You’d better not,” she said firmly. “You’d better not!”

But why did she say that? That was all he needed to hear. What she didn’t realize was that Charles had been going easy on her. He didn’t want to scare her away before he had her. But with that green light, he did it his way. He went deeper. He had her down, on the floor, as he ate her with such ferocity that she was flopping like a fish out of water, arching wildly with the pleasure of his expertise. He ate her until she was screaming from the top of her lungs. She was practically sitting up, and was sliding backwards on her ass, as he ate her.

By the time he couldn’t delay any longer, and had sleeved and shoved his thick dick inside of her, they were well away from their initial start on the sofa. When he started fucking her, the feeling of his fullness pushing through her tightness, on top of those still-vibrant feelings from his tongue, caused her to fall into a kind of serenity she’d never felt before. It was as if she needed this, and loved this, but it also felt bittersweet. It felt as if she needed this the way a wino needed wine. It was great for her now, but what was it going to do for her later?

Charles was so caught in the emotion of making love to Jenay that he wasn’t trying to think about later. It was all about the here and now for him. Because right now, he was in the zone. Right now he was so in love with this woman’s pussy that he thought it was going to take him out. He pushed into her and pushed into her as if he was pushing through a luxurious tub of sweet cream. And the tightness that made even the ridges of his dick pulsate. And the way she stayed so saturated-she never dried up. He thought that night they spent together two months ago was magical. And it was. But this was magical-plus. Because this was sex with a commitment. Not an always and forever commitment. He didn’t know her like that to even begin to think in those terms. But he had come to her. He had driven over three hours to get to her. This was no longer a one-night stand. There was something more at work here.

When they finally came, when they went over that cliff together, that feeling of falling, of where your heart was in one place, and your body was in another, flipped. Because it felt, not like falling, but like landing. Like their heart and body was together, in the same place. And they had landed on their feet.



And hour later and the Jaguar was driving onto the campus of the Boston Hospitality Institute.

“Is that Jenay?” Norm Morgan asked Denise Donahue as they looked at what appeared to be a black female sitting on the passenger seat of the Jaguar. They were standing at the drop-off curb outside of the campus auditorium, dressed all in white, when the sleek black car had just driven up, and Norm immediately noticed the figure.

But Denise wasn’t nearly as certain. She was a nineteen-year-old who entered the Boston Hospitality Institute straight out of high school. Oddly enough, she, thirty-two-year-old Jenay, and forty-three-year-old Norm hit it off right away. Now they were inseparable. “Why would Jenay be in a Jaguar?” she asked, as she was unable to positively identify anybody through the tinted windows of the car, even as she squinted her eyes. “She never mentioned anything about showing up in a Jaguar.”

“She did rent a car,” Norm said, “until she can find herself another car.”

“She rented a Ford. What is it about a Ford that makes you think Jaguar?”

“They make Jaguars, thank you very much,” Norm pointed out.

“Quick lying!” Denise replied.

“They do!” Norm said with a frown. “Why would I lie?”

Denise dismissed him. “That’s not Jenay,” she said. “That’s all I know.”

But it looked like Jenay to Norm. They had been waiting for her arrival for some time now, after they showed up and was surprised she wasn’t the first one in the auditorium. Every class they ever took together, every event they ever attended, they could always count on Jenay to show up first. And on the biggest day of their college careers not only was she not first, but she was almost the last to show up? That wasn’t like her. And Norm was concerned.