Saint And Sinners (50 page)

“Ahhhhhh!” she squealed, still holding the eyeliner as he trapped her, wedging her
between his thighs, her ass pushed into his groin. He snatched the pencil from her
grasp and tossed it across the room, not giving a damn. “You aren’t right! You aren’t
right, and you know it!” She continued to feverishly kick her legs, swing her bare
feet in the air.

He tugged at her robe, exposing her silky smooth shoulder, but she didn’t make it
easy for him.

“Saaaaaiiiinnnnnt! Ahhhhh!” She laughed, fighting him.

Amid giggles, she frantically tossed and turned, getting clogged in the fabric as
she twisted about, to and fro, slippery in his grip. He yanked a bit harder, joining
her to him even closer in preparation to unwrap her the rest of the way. Folding his
legs around hers, his thighs tightened around her frame. He kept her flush against
his chest and draped his arm around her neck, making sure his prisoner couldn’t escape.

“Ahhhh!” she squealed again, trying to break free, but her bucking and pushing did
her no good.

“All you’re doing is making me more excited.” He laughed. “Every time you move and
fight me, your ass glides against my dick, and that shit feels
good
.”

He reached between them, grazing his knuckles against her plush ass cheeks as he worked
to reach his hungry cock. He gripped it with a smile and aimed it right at her now
visible ass. Xenia continued to tussle between gasps of laughter, fighting him all
the way. He removed his grip from her neck, but kept his legs wrapped around her as
he gently pushed on her lower back, raising her just so to gain admittance inside
of her pussy.

“Uhhhhhhh!” he groaned loud, feeling the wet snugness he craved.

She screamed, thrust her head back into his shoulder blade as he drove deeply inside
of her during their modified reverse cowgirl position.

“Oh God…” She closed her eyes and moaned deliriously.

He watched their sensual dance in the mirror. They floated together, wrapped in a
cluster of her half hanging silky robe and the satiny white bed sheets around their
ankles. Their reflections in the mirror enhanced his excitement with each hard thrust.

“Uhhhh, baby!” he called out before landing a kiss on the side of her neck. “Mmmm!”

He grinded into her with full gusto, down and dirty, hating that they didn’t have
much time, but…the children were running loose, though in no apparent danger. He took
several ganders at the monitors…

Besides, his baby wanted to get out, shake a tail feather amidst New York nightlife
and damn it, he’d give her that… right after this nightcap.

“Uhhhh!” Speeding up the pace, he slicked his hand over her pussy, opened the juicy,
pink folds and overdosed on the sight. “Look at that fuckin’ pussy! So
fuckin’
pretty! Uhhh!” He strummed his finger over her clit, up and down, around and around
until he had the woman sighing and moaning against him, her ass burrowing in the pit
of his stomach while he continued to jab deep within her. “I wish I had time to eat
that sweetness! Damn! Uhhhh!” He grunted, finding an even faster rhythm that had his
balls slap noisily against her flesh—so hard, she popped up and down like a ping pong
ball on a paddle. She began to tremble as she gripped the sheets, her body slumping
as she lost control. His cock streamed with her glistening juices as she came down
his shaft; the nastily delicious scene propelled him forward, seeking what he could
no longer fight a second longer.

“I’mma cum, baby!” Throwing his head back in ecstasy, he exploded inside of her. “Ohhhh!
Uhhhhh! Fuuuuucccck!” His eyes closed, he felt her small, warm hand land on his thigh,
stroking him, comforting him as his body jerked. “Shit…” He exhaled and slumped on
the bed, taking her with him, but he lacked the strength to keep his legs wrapped
around her. “Damn…” Although he never wanted to let her go…

“I’m free!” she teased as she sprang forward and darted towards their master suite
bathroom. Before she got there she paused, a wicked look in her eye and the perfect
smirk to match. “Thanks for the sex,” she said, winking.

He nodded lazily in her direction, offering a weak smile as his cock continued to
twitch and pulsate.

“What are you wearing to the party?” she asked.

He rolled his eyes, knowing he had to make good on his promise now.

“I see you’re making me stick to my word. Hell if I know…” he slurred.

“I thought you might say that, so I picked you up something. Check it out in our closet.”

“Oh God!” He laughed. “What did you get me? An afro wig?”

“No.” She giggled, now cupping her pussy, no doubt trying to keep his cum from dripping
out of her onto the damn floor while her pelvic muscles clenched from laughter. “You’ll
see.”

“Can’t I just dress up as a nerd or something? I could wear glasses with tape in the
middle.” He gave her a sexy wink and nodded, for his suggestion surely would be a
crowd pleaser.

“What? Saint, you are so lame! What does that have to do with the damn ‘70s?”

“I could be a disco genius with a penis, baby… Wait, that is just me going as myself
then.”

This caused her to break into uncontrollable laughter.

“Oops!” She put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, reminding him of Betty Boop.

“Yeah, all that laughing…about to lose my load,” he teased. “What are you going as?”

“You don’t listen to anything I say.” She grimaced and put her free hand on her hip.
“Foxy Brown.”

“Ohhhh yeah…” he rasped, salivating at the image her words conveyed. “You need to
stay in costume after the party then. I’d
love
to fuck Foxy Brown…that’s going to be some good shit!”

She stuck her tongue out then closed the bathroom door behind her. Saint looked over
at their closet, as if a monster lay in wait inside. The same monster that Isis swore
up and down was in her ultra-girly room when she fought going to sleep. Saint assured
her monsters were afraid of the color pink, especially the fuchsia boa that hung over
her tiny French white vanity.

Begrudgingly, he got to his feet and stomped over to the closet. He snatched the door
open and entered the elaborate room, set up just like a small boutique. Nothing seemed
out of the ordinary at first. Then…he spotted it.

“Oh….shit!” He burst out laughing at the sight—ran his fingertips over the material,
causing the hanger to swing. “I can’t believe she expects me to wear this getup. Raphael
is
never
going to let me live this down…”

*

The slightly spicy,
sweet bourbon felt smooth going down. Koki tilted his glass to the left, rocking
the ice cubes. His friends surrounded him in the room, while his large television
blasted the basketball game. He could barely move from his position as books covered
his person and a smooth, deep velvety voice rang in his ear, drifting from the earbuds
plugged into his laptop. On his computer screen appeared a tall, debonair man who
didn’t look terribly threatening. He was toned, but not exceptionally brawny; tall,
but not overwhelming. The man’s jet black hair was similar to his own, only the man
on the screen had a slight wave to his locks, which perfectly framed his light golden
skin.

I know how to deal with you now…

Koki cracked a roguish grin as he placed the glass back up to his awaiting lips and
took a robust mouthful. He set it back down on the table beside him.

I know all about you, Saint Aknaten. In person reads are always better. I attempted
to have that done but of course, you slipped away. Regardless, I like being prepared,
having my ducks in a row, ya know?

“Yeeees!” someone screamed, leaping high into the air from their seat. Koki glanced
slothfully at the television, then back at his computer screen.

It’s only a matter of time now, Saint…just a matter of time.

When he reached for his drink again, a few hardbound books tumbled to the floor from
his lap. “The Black Vagina Vortex”, written by Dr. Saint Aknaten, opened up, landing
on page 178. Koki twisted in his seat and placed his computer on the floor. He reached
to pick it up, but paused when a passage in the book caught his eye:

The love between a man and a woman is similar to the love between God and his favorite
angel. Both the man and the woman play the role of God, and at other times, they both
play the role of the angel. You see, God knows all, right? He is the Creator of the
universe, and the air that we breathe. The Angel is the epitome of his perfection,
and though our Creator does not worship or covet, surely he takes pride in his masterpiece,
nevertheless…

“Awwww, beautiful, Saint. That touches my fucking heart.” Cackling, Koki slicked his
hand in his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He looked lazily at the television
and his crowded living room full of people as he waited for the person on the other
end to answer.

“Hello…”

“Hello back at cha. Remember when you told me you wanted to do something to help?
Well, I’ve got just the thing…”

*

C
heryl Lynn’s “Got
To Be Real” greeted Saint and Xenia when they walked through the glass double doors
of the Grand 2020 Banquet and Party Hall in Brooklyn. The music blasted, so loud and
base-filled, it seemed the subwoofers were attached to even larger subwoofers and
were determined to tear each and every eardrum within range to bloody shreds. Saint
overdosed on the glorious experience as he melted into the clutches of an auditory
orgasm.

“Now
that’s
what I call music!” he hollered over the tunes, surprised at how much he was enjoying
himself—and he’d only been there a couple of minutes.

Xenia began to pop her fingers and sway her hips to the beat, her rounded curves covered
in black sparkly bell-bottoms.

The whole damn galaxy has landed on my baby’s ass! Fuckin’ cakes Battlestar Galactica!
Look like the introduction to the Twilight Zone ’nd shit…stars, more stars and more…four
leaf clovers too. I’m a lucky son of a bitch. I wanna fill her chocolate star, though.
I’ll settle that score, later…blast through that tight, warm hole like an apostate
comet.

A naughty grin split his face as he fell even further into the sordid thoughts of
getting in on a little anal action. She spun towards him and winked, then turned back
to the crowd, still wildly swaying those spectacular hips. Her silver halter-top hugged
the twins he adored—Breast One and Breast Two. He’d named them Thelma and Louise,
and though she showed too much cleavage for his liking, being as possessive of her
as he was, he could appreciate the show. He watched the mothafuckas jiggle while she
bounced about, turning circles, bowing and really getting into the groove of the whole
vibe. Her sparkly afro wig moved about, too, bringing a bit of humor to his sexual
tension.

“Heeeey man!” Raphael darted up to them.

After they slapped hands, his friend hugged him, his bright red flyaway collar almost
cutting Saint along the face. He could tell his best friend was trying to stifle a
laugh as he looked him over. But, stifling just wasn’t in the cards, because soon,
he stepped back and took a long eye-ball stroll from Saint’s head down to his black
platforms, only briefly pausing on the seven gold chains wrapped around his neck.