Saint And Sinners (78 page)

“Mmmmm!”

“Make you take
all
this fuckin’ cum I got in store for you, baby! But first… I want to make you fall
the fuck apart on this damn dick!” He thrust hard within her, leaving her speechless
and wide-eyed. His damn cock filled every inch of her, sparing no room for even a
trace of air. “Uhhh!” He did it again, this time sticking in place with a mischievous
expression on his face as he stuck in position, holding on to her, making her accept
his vicious jabs without a moment to rest. “Uhhh!” He did it again, and then, she
flew out of her damn mind. Her body quaked all over and both legs shook so violently,
it was as if she were watching herself from a distance.

“Ahhhh!” She cried out, shuddering, as she came all over him. He slowly removed his
hand from her lips, and she could feel the smeared lipstick moving across her cheek.

“That’s right, baby,” he said soothingly, as if putting her in a damn trance. “Cum
all over your man’s dick…cum
all over
that damn cock! Yeah…I like it just like that.” He held her steady as he kept his
momentum, then suddenly stood from the chair, lifting her in the air, and continued
to pound upward inside of her.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” The fast jabs made her delirious. Through sleepy eyes, she glared at
him as he bared his teeth in intense passion, bounced her up and down on his big ass
shaft, held her possessively to his hard chest, her legs wrapped around his narrow
waist.

“Uh! Uh!
Take
that dick, woman! Take it! What if someone comes in?!” he shouted. “What if someone
comes in right now, baby?! Uh! I
won’t
stop…I’ll
keep
going…fuckin’ you
hard
until I cum while they watch! Uh!!! Make you keep riding this cock while they stand
there! Make you stay on me and take it until I fuckin’ cum! Uhhh! You’re gonna get
this nut outta me, Xenia… You’re gonna get this fuckin’ nut! Uh!”

Her chest was now covered in sweat as a mixture of trepidation, back-to-back orgasms
and sheer lust swarmed her, taking over. She knew the son of a bitch meant it. If
someone walked inside, the man would keep fucking her until he came…and that thought
turned her the hell on.

“Uh! I’m gonna cum, Xenia. I’m about to cum, shiiit!” He closed his eyes, tightened
his hold and shot within her.

“Ahhh…” She pressed herself to him, hands around his neck as he glared into her eyes,
thrusting hard and grinding into her pelvis, gripping her ass to ensure she didn’t
move one damn muscle.

“Uhhhh! I’m jizzin’ all up in your pussy, baby! All in that damn pussy! Uhhhh!” His
eyes rolled as he began to slowly walk, continuously pumping and thrusting and cumming
inside her. “Take all this man milk I got for you, baby! I’m feedin’ that fuckin’
pussy!”

“Saint! Shit!” she whimpered as he slammed her back against a wall and kept on fucking
her, even harder now in lust-filled thrusts. The man kept cumming, shooting semen
inside of her pussy, as if he had no ‘off’ button. The warmth filled her up, over
and over.

“Uhhh! You got some good ass
pussy
, damn! Fillin’ your snatch the fuck
up
!”

“Saint! Saint!” She gripped the back of his hair and layered the side of his face
with sweet kisses.

And then, he began to slow, like a car approaching a yellow light. “Uhhh…damn, baby…”
He rested his forehead in the middle of her cleavage as his body trembled every now
and again, the aftershocks sexy, enticing. He had the full body shivers that she relished;
his knees slightly buckled a time or two, but unbelievably, he still kept her steady
against the wall. His labored breathing made her pussy cream as he kept her close
to his body and squeezed her ass.

Slowly, he lifted his head and gave her a wicked grin. “Too bad we didn’t get busted.”

“Obviously, you want me to lose my job.” She smirked, trying desperately to ignore
her throbbing pussy and saturated lips.

“If they fire you, you can work for me,” he said, taking a deep breath before sliding
his cock out of her and lowering her to the ground, ever so gently. He then tucked
the wet thing back into his underwear.

“Doin’ what, Saint? I’m not a Rainbeau.” She laughed lightly as she looked over his
shoulder, making a mental of note of where she’d tossed her pantyhose and shoes.

“You could be my lap warmer. Shit, it’s cold here right about now!” he teased, causing
her to grimace and roll her eyes. He suddenly drew serious and pulled her to him.
Before she could formulate a thought, he pressed his lips into hers, giving her a
deep, fervent kiss. His love poured out into that lip lock, letting her know how much
he loved her. After a long while, he gently pulled away from her and ran his fingers
lightly over her cheek, caressing her just so as he stared deeply into her eyes.

“Xenia, that was amazing. All kidding aside, honey, damn, you are so fuckin’ sexy.”
He gave her a peck on the lips then navigated his way back to her chair and began
to get dressed. She followed suit, feeling mighty proud of herself. As she reached
for her pantyhose, he grabbed her wrist.

“Sit on your desk.” Perplexed, she did as asked.

Lifting her leg in the air, he stroked her calf with his fingertips, titillating her
senses. She moaned lightly, enjoying the sensation. He rolled the pantyhose onto her
toes, then kissed the top of her foot, as if it were the loveliest thing he’d ever
seen in his entire life. Her eyes hooded as he carefully brought the damn thing up
to right below her knee, then did the same on the other leg. “Lift your ass up, baby.”
She did as instructed and he pulled them the rest of the way up. Saint had a ‘thing’
for lingerie, though she wouldn’t classify it as a fetish. This was in part why she
tried to wear something sexy to bed, more times than not. Pretty panties, push-up
bras and thigh-highs really turned the man on. She laughed lightly, realizing her
getup was the cherry on top for him.

They finished getting dressed, stealing glances at one another, and made to leave
the office.

“I need to stop at the store and pick up stuff for dinner. I didn’t have time to go
yesterday.” She sighed, really just wanting to lounge in the bed.

Saint dramatically rolled his eyes as he grasped the silver handle to her door.

“You must think I’m some New Jack. Baby, the kids are with your mom and I already
planned for us to chill tonight. Dinner is arranged. We’re going out for a quick bite
to eat then heading back home to have some time all to ourselves. All you need to
worry about is relaxing and gearing up for some more of this dick tonight.” He slicked
his tongue over his lips, and she playfully pushed him. He opened the door, then took
a bow.

“Ladies first.”

She smiled and nodded, then walked ahead of him, her purse swinging over her shoulder.
They waited for the elevator, hand in hand. As he looked at her, she smiled at him,
then laughed lightly, feeling so loved and wanted. He brought a whole new meaning
to mixing business with pleasure…

*

Saint stood in
the middle of Central Park, enjoying the breeze, people watching, and observing the
crisp leaves tinged with Fall colors all around him. He slid his iPhone back in his
pocket, and found a bench to sit upon under an illustrious, shady tree. It was lunchtime
in Manhattan, and the place buzzed with joggers, loungers, lunchers, bike-riders,
daydreamers, workers and lovers stealing kisses underneath the cloudy sky. He ran
his fingertips along the back of the bench, the ivory painted wood dry yet smooth
to the touch, and he waited for someone…

That someone would arrive soon. It was inevitable. Earlier, he’d woken up from another
dream; this time, coordinates were presented. He knew he had to act.

Saint lazily glanced down at his Rolex, then back up. He spread his legs a bit wide
as his dark sunglasses drifted further down the bridge of his nose…then, his nostril
twitched.

Yeah, he’s close…

He smirked, catching the wind’s message as the odor of cold death served on a bed
of misery approached. An attractive Asian man in a white leather jacket, his eyes
dead, caught his attention. They glanced then smiled at one another. Saint raised
his arm casually, offering a leisurely wave. The man waved back, paused a fraction,
then began his trek over to him. Saint stood and waited. After a moment or two of
simply looking at one another up close and personal, Saint extended his hand.

Koki shook it, causing Saint to feel the man’s power, inherent evilness and above
all else, this confusion of the fiend’s very nature.

“So, we finally meet.” The guy grinned, showcasing almost perfect teeth. “Something
told me we’d run into each other soon,” he added as he looked around, squinting ever
so slightly.

“Yeah, it kinda works like that, doesn’t it?”

Koki nodded and pointed towards the sidewalk. “May I interest you in a walk?”

“Yes, you may.” Saint laughed lightly. Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his
nose, he kept shoulder to shoulder with the man as they began their journey.

“You’re very interesting, Mr. Aknaten,” Koki offered.

“You as well.” Saint slicked his hand in his pocket, removed a cigar and prepared
to light it. Before he could do so, Koki grabbed it, simply looked at the damn thing
and a flame suddenly sprung forth, an indigo blaze that danced like a stripper on
the end of the shit.

Saint smirked, placed it to his lips and took a long haul.

“That’s an interesting trick, Koki.” He noticed the grass beside Koki’s feet. Each
step the fucker took seemed to kill all in his immediate wake. The blades were turning
umber, wilting right before his very eyes. On Saint’s side, however, the grass turned
greener, thrived, and grew stronger.

“It’s not a trick, but thank you all the same.”

“Excuse my semantics.” Saint took another puff of his cigar.

“Koki, I’d like to ask you some questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Please do, man…please do.”

“I’m fascinated by the fact that you know why I am here, and what’s about to go down,
yet you’ve decided to stay. From the way your energy feels, you do not appear to enjoy
altercations with Angel Children. So, what made you change your mind?”

“Simply put, I was here first.”

“You mean Demon Children?”

“Yes. We were here before you all; this is our land, our spot. We respect your right
to be here as well, but I would not be who I am if I bailed, now would I?” Koki grinned
at him.

“I suppose not.”

“I could say the same of you. When I shook your hand, I didn’t feel you particularly
enjoyed your kills. I do, however. I simply don’t seek them for recreation—they are
the nature of my inner beast, so to speak.”

“Oh, you may be in error there, Koki. I rather enjoy it
now
.” Saint grinned back, then tapped his cigar towards the grass, causing ashes to fall.
The grass grabbed the damn things like green, slender fingertips, kissed them, then
puffed them back up towards the sky. “Like you, however, it is not something I seek,
but when I have to do it, I make sure I have a damn good time.”

“Understood, my man, understood. Regardless of the entertainment factor, we both will
lose many people. Is that the chance you want to take?”

“I have no choice, Koki.”

“You
always
have a choice, Dr. Aknaten. I’m proof of that. I take great pride in the fact you
can
always
choose.”

“…And so can you.”

They marinated in their respective silence.

“Koki, let me just be frank.” Saint took another toke of his cigar as they passed
large trees with auburn and dark green leaves. “I know what you did to my Guardian
as a child. I know what you’ve been up to. I know you even negatively influenced an
ex-girlfriend of mine to harm me so that my life as it currently is would not be so.
You knew I’d never move back to New York if my wife divorced me; thus, you’d be safe
to continue as is. I’d stay in L.A. to be close to my children—you were banking on
that. You also knew that if I didn’t stay with my wife, my daughter wouldn’t have
been born. Thus, I would have never had to confront and dethrone my cousin. Now, sure,
they made their choice, just as we all do, but you were right there, whispering in
their ear, encouraging them to continue with their wicked plans for me.”

“True, I was. However, let’s get one thing straight, Saint. I did not negatively influence
Payton; that was her choice, and her choice alone. Did I know what she was up to?
Certainly, but I did not influence her in any manner. All mankind has a choice, as
stated.”

“Yes, I understand how it works, Koki. I understand that, every day, we can choose
to do the right thing or the wrong thing. What I am saying is, you used her weakness,
that being me, to help her feel comfortable in what she was about to do. It may have
happened even without your influence. Matter of fact, I am certain it would have,
but you were right there on the sidelines, just in case she changed her mind and decided
against such a plan. Please do not consider me to be naïve. I am
fully
aware of what transpired now. My point is, you made her feel at peace with her decision.”