Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (55 page)

H
e jerked her body back and forth with each plunge, his large cock filling her, pumping in her wet confines as if it would be their last time together.

“Uhhh!”

She could feel his heart pounding against her skin. He was taking her far, far away. Soon, she became completely unwound, her orgasm strong as she quivered from his deep, penetrating thrusts.

“Uhhh! Xenia! Uhhh!
I felt you cum, baby.” He pressed his body harder into hers, going in and out of her in fast, short, hard jabs…

She sighed, knowing he was on his way…

“Uhhhhhh! Damn it!” Digging his fingertips into her thighs, he increased his pace, forcing her pussy lips wide. His soft, wet pubic hair rubbed against her lower stomach as he neared orgasm. He grabbed her face, forced her to look at him. His eyes darkened and she knew him no longer. A stranger was inside of her, taking possession of her…

“Uhhhh! Yes, shiiiit!”

She gripped him harder as he shoved his cock deeply upward inside of her, exploding—a warm gush filling her over and over again. His dick became a piston, and he kept cumming, pounding her, screaming out as he tore her up with his hard, rhythmic thrusts. After a few moments, all that could be heard was the shower water and their mutual labored breathing. He released her, lowering her onto her feet. They continued to stare at one another and his face still appeared vexed, yet, when he touched her, she felt loved and revered like fragile China. He delicately caressed the side of her face, up and down, up and down until she closed her eyes and almost fell asleep from his gentle touch. Carefully, he hoisted her into his arms, turned the shower off and took her out of the bathroom to lay her across the bed. He patted her dry with a towel. They shared no words, only caresses. Before long, she was on her stomach, and he was inside of her once more, riding her. She bit down on the sheets, attempting to stifle her screams as his balls banged against her engorged pussy. But it was a lost battle for soon, she was screaming his damn name.

“Saaaaiiiinnnnt!”
Her climax hit her with a knockout punch and climbed up her back, making her tingle all the fuck over. She twisted and turned beneath him, losing her bearings and sense of space and time. He fucked that pussy like he was mad…in fact, he
was
.

This was angry sex, possessive sex, loving s
ex, don’t-fuck-over-my-wife sex. His stress level had come to a boiling point, and he let it simmer within her. In a matter of moments, he shuddered inside of her, the warmth once again taking over. He fell onto her back and gripped her shoulders, breathing heavily and close to her ear. She felt his chest cave and exhale. He sounded simply exhausted after the way he’d taken her.

“Get back in the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up
.” He slapped her ass playfully “…I wanna eat your pussy.” He panted, barely able to get the sentence out.

“Baby
.” Xenia peered at their alarm clock. “The kids will be back soon…we don’t have time.”

“Baby, please!”
She could hear the desperation in his voice as he gently caressed her shoulder blade with his fingertips. “Can’t you call Katherine and ask for a few more minutes?”

He’d never asked her to do anything like that before. She looked over her shoulder at him and she could see by his expression, he was dead serious.

“I wanna taste you…” he said, kissing her earlobe.

“Okay, look.
I can’t do that baby, but I promise tonight after they are all asleep, you can have me anyway you want me…and I’ll make it worth the wait.” She winked at him from over her shoulder.

He rolled off of her and groaned. “Ahhh, alright
,” he said, disappointment in his voice.

Xenia looked at her husband very closely
as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling as if in deep thought. She scanned his thick, pitch-black eyebrows, his light bronze flesh, the slight flare of his nostrils, his strong jawbone and slightly jetted chin. She never got enough of looking at the man, he was the epitome of gorgeous, but most of all, his spirit matched the exterior. She ran her knuckles softly against his cheek. In response he smiled, moaned deeply and closed his eyes.  She looked down at his chest. The soft, downy hair was still moist, glistening from the shower water. A trail of dark hair flowed down the center of his stomach until it joined a neatly trimmed thicket of black pubic hair and then, last but not least…his dick. Slightly curved, knotted with thick veins, long, fat and simply beautiful. It was a work of art and the more she stared at it, the more she wanted to suck that motherfucker until he flooded her mouth with his cream of gratitude. She grinned, realizing that now, she, too, was falling victim to Saint-itis. She never got enough of him.

He turned
to her and slowly opened his eyes.

“You wanna taste my cum, baby?” He smiled mischievously. “I
’ll let you do that to me right
now
. Just call Katherine and ask for a few more minutes…say you got an important phone call or somethin’.”

Xenia
didn’t know whether to chastise the man for invading her thoughts, or give in. She slid off the bed, grabbed her cell phone and called her neighbor.

“Hi, it’s Xenia! Are the kids ready? Oh really? No, no, please let them do it, it’s fine. Glad I called before coming over. Great, thanks so much.” She hung up and looked at Saint. It was more than apparent that he was trying to hide a smirk as he sat up o
n his elbows.

“I know you overheard
. Anyway, they were about to order a pizza and she was just getting ready to call me and ask if they could stay to have some.”

“It’s not pepperoni
, is it?”

“Saint
.” Xenia rolled her eyes. “After all this time, no. She knows to not give the boys pork just like I know to not give her children peanuts. They have allergies.”

“
You
can get
porked
again though—I got a big sausage for you.” He chuckled as he grabbed his dick and shook it at her.

“The forever child.” She laughed.

“Go on then, get washed up so I can eat the fuck out of that sweet vajayjay and you can suck this cock.”

“Are you coming?”

“I want to watch you first. You know that turns me on. I’ll be in right after you.”

“So fuckin’ weird. You get turned on by me
doing laundry and washing dishes, too.”

“I do,
probably some Freudian shit in my brain. Enough of that, let’s stop talking about it. I’m all worked up, chop to it!” He laughed as he got comfortable under the sheets and undoubtedly watched her saunter off into the restroom. Xenia looked in the mirror as she cleaned her face and pussy, trying to push her worries aside to no avail. Shianne kept coming to mind—the way the woman had stared at her husband. She knew that look and it didn’t spawn jealousy in her as Saint assumed; no, this was different. It created concern. She’d let the woman into her world, happy of their connection, and now she’d be on the lookout, paranoid, unsure how to behave around her assistant until she was certain she was what Xenia hoped she was—simply a friend and a young lady that desired guidance. She sighed. The burden felt heavy but wouldn’t ease up until she addressed it.

She planned to and yeah, Saint was right. Shianne had a few quirks that Xenia found odd, things that didn’t quite add up. She hoped to get to the bottom of it, but in the meant
ime, the only sneaking around and cat fighting that was going to take place was in her bedroom. All she desired was to feel that sexy man’s lips on her kitty, making it purr as he only knew how to do…

Meow…

~
***~

“Daddy, why didn’t you call me?!” Xenia snapped as she gripped her cell phone.

“Baby, that isn’t something I would call you about
,” he said coolly.

“Well
, Porshe said you didn’t have any money for rent, and she didn’t have any she could loan you. Look, let me give you the money.” Xenia reached into her refrigerator and removed a half-gallon of coconut milk then placed it on the nearby counter.

“No, I can’t let you do that.”

“Look, you and Mama are too much alike, that is why you never got along, and by alike, I mean this stubbornness. If you needed some money, you should have called me. I am coming over to your apartment tonight and giving it to you. How much is it?”

She heard hi
m sigh. “Xenia, my rent is $1400, and the light bill is $150. I already paid the water.”

“Fine. I’ll be over there around nine, after the kids are in
the bed. Do you have groceries?”

“Yeah. I have some beer, lettuce, cheese, some bread and crackers. I got enough.”

“Daddy, that isn’t any decent food! Look, you need money for groceries, too. We will discuss this when I get there.”

“Alright. Thank you, baby girl.”

She smiled. “You don’t have to thank me. See you later.” She disconnected the call then jumped ten feet in the air after shutting the refrigerator door. “Saint! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you had to go in for a meeting?”

She didn’t like the look on his face. His lips were turned downward and his eyes dull. He ran long fingers along his jawbone
; his nose twitched.

“So Henry is asking for money?” he asked suspiciously.

Xenia rolled her eyes and elbowed him out the way. “No. He asked Porsche, he didn’t call me. Porsche called and told me, and then I called him.”

“Xenia, can’t you see what is going on here?”
He put his hand on his hip, looking down at her as if she were some idiot.

“Saint, I could believe that if he called and asked me! He didn’t. He was trying to fix this on his own.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” he said flippantly as he opened the refrigerator. “Is any of that smoothie you made left?”

“Yeah, it’s in the back.”

She didn’t look at him, only felt his lips caress the back of her neck.

“I wanted to take some with me, so I came back before I got out the driveway.
” He grabbed the container, poured it into a plastic travel cup and snapped the lid over it. “See you later, baby.” And just like that, he was gone.

Xenia stood there for the longest, gripping that carton of milk and staring bla
nkly at the kitchen cabinet. Hassani burst into the room from the backyard, breaking her out of her trance.

“Mommy,” he said out of breath, cradling his basketball under his arm while his friends waited for him out back at his basketball hoop. “What is a boner?”

Xenia’s jaw dropped in shock. She leaned away from the counter, noting the closed and locked front door. Saint was gone. No one was there to assist her.

“Where’d you hear that?”

“Dante said it. He won’t tell me what it means.” Hassani got past her, opened the refrigerator door and retrieved a grape-flavored Gatorade, chugging it before she’d found an out.

“Uh, ask your father when he gets home. He is good at that sort of thing.”

“It must have somethin’ to do with sex, then.” Hassani smirked. “Can I call him right now and ask?”

“No you may not.” Xenia grimaced, putting her hand on her hip. “Go on back outside. I’m sure you’ll remember still by the time he gets home.” She grinned as she watched him disappear.

“Boner…Lord.” She turned back toward the milk carton and pulled out a glass and sippy cup for Isis, then looked up at the monitor to check on Dakarai who was playing a scholastic video game in his bedroom. She tipped the glass to her lips, taking a small gulp, and then another. The first swallow was for her thirst. The second, for her worry…

~***~

Two weeks later…

“Pon de river! Pon de bank
!” Saint chanted in his faux Reggae voice over the tunes of Elephant Man, causing Hassani and Dakarai to burst out laughing at the sight of him moving his body to and fro to the beat. He gripped Isis in his arms and dipped her, as if they were in a ballroom competition. He caught Xenia out the corner of his eye placing glasses and sippy cups on the table, a smirk on her face. The woman tried her hardest to not laugh, but resistance was futile.

“
Kick out ya shoes because ya foot Dem nuh Cramp!... a lock Jamaican an Bronx!”

She shook her head. “Saint,
you’re crazy. That’s funny. You actually really sound like him when you do that.” She continued to laugh as she disappeared from view. He slowed once he heard the doorbell and before he could cross the room, his daughter gripped his fingers, a strange expression on her face. He glared at her, unsure what to make of it. Then, there was a hard knock. Saint paused and stared at the closed door. Xenia peeked around the kitchen entrance, her oven mitt on.

“Did you invite someone over for dinner
, baby?”

“No. I was going to ask you the same.” Saint drew closer and looked through the peephole. Three police officers stood there, one tall
er than the others. The cop smirked and waved.