Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (73 page)

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“Come ’ere,” Saint sniffed, his voice husky with the morning frog. Lightning lit up the darkened hotel bedroom. He caught her in midflight as she fixed to check on the children. Hassani hated thunderstorms, yet he was sound asleep. All of his children were at peace. He could feel their energy from afar, and he got high off their carefree ways.

“I’m here
,” she responded in the darkness, and he was barely able to make out her curvy form.

“Come closer…”

He heard her soft bare feet approaching him until she came into full view with her robe on, and before she could say another word, he lunged at her, looping his index finger under the tie and loosening it up to get full visual access to her rounded breasts, smooth stomach and plush pussy. He kept staring at that pussy, fantasizing about it after being in bed for three days…and he was tired of this shit. His body had beat him down, and now, he couldn’t sleep. He was certain he was through the worst of it, but he was craving the woman. She unknowingly tortured him, bending over after her showers, exposing those pussy lips. They’d crack slightly open as she’d open her legs wider and shave, the glistening silky pink flesh making his dick jump and fight with his boxers.

Her
tits swung as she picked up things off the floor around him. He wasn’t convinced she wasn’t aware of the effect she was having on him. He tried to settle down, but he couldn’t get sex off his mind. Earlier in the day she’d brought him a tray of tea and hot soup with some crackers on the side. She explained to him it was Earl Grey, but everything that came out of her damn mouth sounded so sensual in his mind and he even made an explicit rhyme out of it…

“Saint, baby, this is
Earl Grey tea…”

Tea? Please, get on your knees-

I want you to smoke this cock, like your smokin’ trees…

“Baby, I have some hot soup for you…”

I’d rather have some of your hot pussy. Come sit on my mouth-

Chicken noodle is futile
, once I go down south…

“Sweetie, I thought you may like some crackers to go with it…”

Baby please, don’t talk and dash-

Stay a little while
, let me slide in that ass…

…And so it went. He nodded as she spoke, but he didn’t care what she was talking about. He wanted to get laid, and not like the bullshit that had happened the night before. He meant to do some work, put in some hours, clock in that ass and never clock out, work overtime like a mothafucka needing it
before the eviction notice arrived. Motivation.

But
she resisted, demanding he be totally on the mend before any more hanky panky took place. At least she kept still, let him look at her real close. The lightning struck again, making her form glow then get swallowed by the darkness once more. He gripped the sides of his boxers, thrust them down his legs and gripped his cock. He knew she was watching, her eyes wide open, and that made it even better.

“Si
nce you won’t give me any pussy, let me run my fingers on it at least.”

She stepped closer to the bed and stood with her legs farther apart, giving him full access.
Keeping one hand on his dick, rubbing until it reached its maximum potential, he cupped her soft, fat pussy lips and glided his hand back and forth over them, wishing his tongue, nose and lips were buried there so tight, he’d barely be able to breathe. But if he went down on her right now, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, and he’d be inside of her immediately afterward, and that wasn’t what she wanted because she was worried about him and Saint never made love half-assed if he could help it. He tried to push the ugly incident out of his mind, and vowed he wouldn’t let it happen again.

Tonight, if she’d just give in, things would be as the
y always were…actually, even better. When he made love to his wife, he put his all into it. For all he knew, it could be the final time, and it needed to be something she could hold onto with both hands. His hand moved fast as he jerked himself off, and jerked off his woman at the same time. He was losing his damned mind. He didn’t see how his dick could get much harder. And when he felt the slight stickiness running across his frenzied fingers, his precum trailed down his rod like a slow trickle of water. His mouth was dry, his eyes stung and his breaths got heavy.

“Uhhh….” He closed his eyes briefly
when her juice started to run over his palm. “Mmmm.” He swallowed hard and looked back at her exposed body, shrouded in shadows. “Uhhh…Xenia…” The woman was falling apart, but she refused to tell him just how much she wanted him within her. He knew she wanted it, her pussy was whispering his name. He snatched his hand off his dick and her pussy, jumped off the bed and gripped her around her ass.

“What are you doin’?!” she said in a panicked tone as he
threw her on the bed and immediately covered her with his naked body.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m about to make love to my wife.”

“No, Saint.” She pushed up on his chest, as he positioned himself between her legs and grabbed the base of his cock. “No! We had an agreement. You said you’d rest. Sex will slow down your…recovery!”

“No
, it won’t. I have the energy for this, trust me. Now give it to me, baby…Uhhhh!” He pushed hard and fast inside of her, making her shout and dig her nails deep into his back. He covered her mouth quickly with his hand to muffle her screams, so as to not wake the children…and he got so deep inside that warm pussy that hugged his ravenous dick tight…

“Uhhh!”
He felt like he was on some drug-induced trip as his dick went to town, making his entire body feel a thousand times better once he’d gotten into the rhythm of his stroke. He felt alive, tangible and real. “Uhhhh! Fuck, baby!” he whispered, biting his bottom lip to suppress a throaty groan on the brink of escaping his mouth. Xenia ran her fingers roughly through his hair as they indulged in a sloppy, urgent kiss, her overwhelming need bursting forward. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She cocooned him, wrapping her shapely legs around his waist while he jockeyed her temple good and steady.

“Ohhhhhhh! Ouuuuuuu!” she moaned as he moved his hips in a circular motion, hitting those walls in stride.

“Mmmm, baby…”

And then, he slid out of her. She tried to reach for him but caught nothing but air.

“What…what are you doing?” she panted, damn near catastrophic worry in her tone.

“
Let’s slow down a moment.” He took a deep breath. “As badly as I want you, I’m going to do this right, just how I envisioned it.” He slipped further away from her and ran his fingers back and fourth against the radio dial. The jazz station Xenia found days earlier fit the mood just right. Tonight sexy, sultry saxophones intermingled with light piano and base, creating the perfect ambiance for what he had in store. It was still rather warm outside, but he did it anyway: lit the electric fireplace in the room, bathing the room in a soft glow. The bright orange flames jumped until they smoldered down to a polite roar. He stood there for a moment, mesmerized by the heat. It inspired him…

He returned to her, and as if plucking
fallen flower petals from the earth he slowly removed her robe, enjoying the strip tease he orchestrated. Gazes locked, they embraced one another with a heated regard. He admired the feast before him, famished, and then swooped down on the sweet and soft caramel gifts. Taking one breast in his hand and the other in his mouth, he slowly sucked her honeyed flesh while kneading the other. Her sighs were music to his ears, blending in with the sounds of Najee.

“Mmmmm…”
She turned her head ever so slightly to the side as he swirled the tip of his tongue, flicked it up and down and from side to side over her erect, taut nipples. Her areolas tightened, wrinkling as they grew harder and wetter from his oral caress. He loved Xenia’s breasts; he enjoyed her entire body, period. Even after giving birth to his children, she was an image to behold. To him, this was what a grown ass woman looked like. One who hadn’t unnecessarily been under the knife and one who took damn good care of herself, so there was no reason to feel at fault with her packaging. To Saint, waking up to her was like being a kid on Christmas morning. He loved burrowing his nose in her wild, sweet-smelling curls and running his hand along her plump ass. This was who she was. A beautiful black woman with her natural tresses, full lips, wider hips since bringing three angels into the world and some soft, thick thighs that she found reprehensible, but he found gorgeous. He liked watching how her sexy ass would dimple when she would reverse cowgirl ride him—those big cheeks smacking against his thighs as she rode that dick—and for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t see herself the way he did…

It wasn’t that Xenia had low self-esteem, far from it. She was simply a bit
self-conscious as many people are and she didn’t keep these feelings a secret from him. She didn’t whine about it, but he could read her thoughts, and he’d have to tell her she was fucking beautiful, and to cut that shit out. He sucked her nipple hard, then a bit harder, eliciting a moan from his Goddess…

“Bab
y, you have some beautiful tits. I know I tell you that all the time, but it’s true.” He smiled at her then went back to nursing. He felt her gyrating, grinding her hips beneath him. She’d become some sort of a fiend, beckoning for him to fuck her. Her lips didn’t part and utter the phrase, but her body shouted it loud and clear.

He slowed,
traced his fingertips down her body. Parting her legs, he pressed his thumbs into the warm, juiciness of her inner thighs. He slicked his tongue up and down that wet valley, pausing at that fleshy mound, making it grow even wetter while he devoured the damn, succulent thing whole.

“I
can never get enough of this, mmmm, baby.” He briefly closed his eyes and went harder, faster, making her say things that sounded like words of another language, only they were mere childish whimpers that soon escalated and became primal moans. His hands roved all over her heated flesh, pressing into her ass, gripping her hips, back to her thighs as he continued to orally ravish his Queen. She was his girlfriend, his Goddess, his mistress, his personal Diva, the love of his life, his soulmate, the one and only Mrs. Aknaten…and having his last name hitched to her, made him grow thankful and even more possessive.

“Ahhhh!” she called out, twisting in his grip. He dragged her closer.

“Be still, baby… I’m not anywhere near finished.”

She shook, her ass writhing
, and rose off the bed over and over as she trickled her sweetness into his mouth. “Ohhhh! Ahhhh….” It was happening…she was close to the edge, and in a matter of seconds, she’d be completely unconscious…

Saint looked at his wife in her state of euphoria. He slicked his finger inside of her, massaging her G-Spot while he pinched her with his other hand, awakening her to more pleasure. She groggily
moaned as she came to, and they locked gazes as he continued to sweetly finger fuck her. Two fingers. Then three.

“Mmmmm!” He plunged deeper and deeper inside of her until
she unraveled, melting into the sheets as if she had become one with the damned bed. A wet, beautiful mess. He hoisted her in his arms and kissed her, driving his tongue deep inside of her mouth as he gripped her around her waist and she encircled him with her thighs. He moved slowly away from the bed with her in his arms, then delicately placed her on her feet. They stood in front of the fire, naked from head to toe—both on fire while the flames drew shadows and flickering lights across their flesh. He embraced her, kissing her harder, faster, grinding into her, his rock hard dick letting her know he wasn’t going to wait much longer. Gripping her shoulders, he turned her around from him and stood directly behind her, pressing his groin into her lower back. He wrapped his arms securely around her, holding her in a romantic embrace, and buried his face in the crook of her exposed neck. She sighed as he kissed her shoulders, sucked her earlobe then cupped her breasts, all the while gyrating his hips into her ass to the rhythm of the music.

“I need you, now…” he whispered so sweetly in her ear, then bent her over, made her touch her toes and spread her legs in
a wide upside down ‘V’. He placed one hand on her lower back, grabbed his cock, and they both gasped out when he entered her from the back. Saint held onto her hips and lunged deep, made her accept all of him, slow and strong. “Ohhhh fuck, baby! Yes! This pussy is so damn good wrapped around my dick!”

“Your dick feels so good in my pussy
,” she exclaimed, and he continued to fuck her with due diligence.

Every time he grabbed her closer,
she slammed into his groin, causing her beautiful ass to jiggle and dance. Slowly but surely, beads of sweat began to fall like rain from his brow to her lower back, rolling down the crack of her ass. Shit how he wanted to fish them out with the tip of his tongue.

“Mmmm, good, baby…tell me what it feels like.” He sped up, gripping her a bit faster and harder so the woman couldn’t escape
his deep penetration.

“It feels…so deeeep, ohhhhh!”  He moved faster and faster, and
the heat from the flames transported him into another dimension, making him imagine as though he were fucking her in some desert out in Egypt and everything was on fire.