Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father

by Laveen, Tiana

  “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…

  “Baby, 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.

  “I’m so deep, baby…so deep…your pussy is so wet, baby…I never get enough of this pussy. Addicted to this fuckin’ pussy…” And he meant it. Not one day went by when, if he wasn’t having sex with Xenia, he was thinking about what they could get into once he was by her side again. Before he was even through, in his mind he’d be planning when they could make love again. He shook a bit, losing his balance as the excitement grew to a fever pitch. He watched her pussy drip and the lips gloss over, sticky with her honey, covering his pubic hair at each crashing thrust.

  “Ahhhh, Saint!” He pressed her lower to the ground, made her bend to the floor.

  “Mmmmm, shit!” He slowed then picked her legs up off the floor, startling her, and held her in a wheel barrel position as she braced herself in a relaxed handstand. He entered her hard and swiftly, making her shudder and immediately cum all over his dick.

  “Uhhh! Yes baby, that’s so sexy! Cummin’ all over my cock, fuck!” He watched in awe as his dick dripped with her love. He thrust harder and harder until his balls were slapping against her silken drenched pussy lips. He quickly pulled out of her, dropped to his knees—still holding on to her ankles—and licked her pussy, making the woman cream and lose her mind all over again. Just as fast, he was standing back up and pushed his cock back in her, building up his pace until he was once again balls deep inside of her, making her feel every inch of him.

  “Walk…”

  She looked over her shoulder, as if she didn’t understand.

  “Walk baby, walk!” he repeated, serious as a heart attack. Xenia started to walk on her hands and each ‘step’ she took, he thrust deep within her, making her scream out with ruthless abandon. He quickly covered her mouth, a nonverbal warning to not wake the children.

  “Ahhhh! Saint! Ahhh!” Her voice muffled against his palm. She paused, caught off guard; her pussy throbbed and squeezed his dick like it was a neck her snatch tried to strangle.

  “Keep walking, don’t stop.”

  She kept on moving, her palms sinking in the carpet.

  “Uhhhh!”

  Another step.

  “Uhhhh!”

  …One more.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh!” He pounded her hard and rapid, and the lightning struck, lighting them up in white before the darkness came once again and swallowed them in a naughty gulp.

  “Oh shit, Saint!”

  Her orgasm squeezed his dick to death, hard and spastic, just how
he liked it. The pussy had a pulse as it convulsed and shook, choking the shit out of his cock, making him almost lose his control over the situation. He slid his hand away from her moist lips, and gripped her hips.

  “Shiiiit!”

  She collapsed on the floor, forcing him to let go of her legs and cover her body with his on the ground. While she twitched and clawed at the carpet, he paid her no mind and resumed their situation. He pushed back inside of her, intertwined their fingers and reached above her weakened body, kissing her shoulder, humping her fast, fucking her on the floor with all of his might. Their bodies smacked together like hands at a concert. His weight pressed her down and he completely shrouded her body like a human blanket.

  “Mmmmm, baby!” he murmured as he let go of one of her hands to slide his underneath her and rub, rubbing her clit while he continued to bang his groin into her ass, undoubtedly reddening her ass cheeks with each smack of his body against her’s. “Uhhhh!”

  “Cum in me, baby!” she ordered, her back muscles straining as she tried to rise up, only to have him push her back down by the back of her neck.

  “You want to feel my nut?” He kissed her cheek, moving faster, harder.

  “Yeeeesssss!”

  “You want my hot cum in your pussy? Want me to fill that pussy up like a cup, huh?”

  “Yes!”

  “I got something for you, I got something for you, all right! … Uhhhh!” He wrapped both of his arms around her breasts, squeezing her tight as he grunted and drew closer to his essential purge. “Uhhhh, here it cums!!! Gonna give you what the fuck you want! Uhhh!”

  “Give it to me, Saint! Cum in me!”

  “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuck!” He stuck, shooting deep within her, his ass muscles clenching. He retreated and slammed into her ass again, cursing and gnashing his teeth. “It’s a lot, baby!” He continued to erupt inside of her. Every time he thought it may be over, he had a bit more, and a bit more, and a bit more after that. He trembled, almost unable to keep his balance. He felt inebriated, high, and he loved it.

  “Ahhhh.” Xenia sighed and turned slightly to the side, a big smile on her face.

  He kept his dick pressed deep within her, thrusting spasmodically.

  “Damn, you jam-packed me, baby.”

  A stream of his white essence ran down her leg. He looked at it make its journey, his dick twitching within her from the sight. Saint closed his eyes as sweat ran down them, causing a slight burn. With a rapid heartbeat, and a dick that was still spitting his liquid love inside of his wife, he just stayed there, his body jerking, slowly winding down. After a while, he fell down on her back, and administered tiny kisses down her spine.

  “Damn…” he panted. “That was so good, Xenia.” He chuckled, not wanting to move, not wanting to breathe or the moment to pass.

  “You’ve got that right,” she said lazily, sounding happy.

  Finally, he rose up, gripped the base of his cock and slowly pulled out of her, one hand underneath, ready to catch the run-off. “Stay right there, baby. Let me get something to clean you up so you don’t drip everywhere.” He held the head of his dick with one hand and walked gingerly to the restroom, nudging the bathroom door open with his shoulder. He briefly looked in the mirror, quite pleased with himself, then ran a washcloth under warm water and cleaned his dick. Returning to her, he gently ran the cloth over her pussy, opening up her folds and going over it with gentle strokes.

  “Bear down, baby.”

  She did as asked, forcing more semen out of herself, a custom-made cream pie for him to catch and wipe away. His breath hitched on the air when his excitement was reignited upon watching his cum pour out of her. The nasty sight was so delicious, giving him a new erection that he knew he didn’t have time to use. The kids would be up soon.

  “I came so hard, I didn’t want you dripping all day.” He laughed. He gently helped her up and she pressed her body to his, hands around his neck, forcing him to look down at her and accept the sweet, sultry kiss she laid on him. “Mmmm.” He smiled. “Sweet kisses from my baby.”

  She kissed him once more and walked away. He followed close behind, like a lost puppy looking for a new owner, then glanced at his cell phone—it was red and glowing with a voicemail alert. He picked it up and played it back as he watched Xenia run her fingers through her messy curls.

  ‘Yo man, this Raphael. You ain’t gonna believe who I ran into. Remember Kenny? He was all strung out but used to hang out wit’ us back in ’91? He was up in Glorian House with Bomb, man. You were just telling me about him. I told him to tell Bomb to call you. I know you were disappointed you never heard from him again, but you know how hypes are. Anyway, man, I look forward to seeing you and the fam tonight. Don’t do me greasy and bail the fuck out.”

  Saint smiled and nodded in approval.

  Bomb…glad he is in rehab.

  He wished the man would’ve called him, like he said he would, but he knew the nature of the situation. Drug addicts were about as reliable and trustworthy as a famished lion around a wounded gazelle. He turned back to Xenia, and his dick throbbed as he sized her up, as if he’d never had the woman beneath him before.

  “Can I take a shower with you?” He smiled mischievously at her.

  “Can I trust you to not fuck me?” There was a glimmer in her eyes. She knew the damn answer to that question, but he humored her just the same.

  Saint paused. “No. Not really. Matter of fact,” he looked down at his nails, playing with a cuticle, “that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

  Xenia laughed and started the water, treating him like some nasty little boy that was trying to get into her pants. Well, that was what he was, only he was a grown nasty man…

  “Well, can I get in anyway?” he pleaded, begging for pussy.

  “The children will be up soon…” She kept her back turned to him.

  “But my dick is up right now. I’ll be fast.” He laughed and closed the door behind them, ready to use that loaded weapon after all…

  ~***~

  One day later…

  “Well, we finally get to go home soon. The show has been so nice and understanding. I hate seeing someone else sitting on that stage taking my place, but I’m glad it all worked out. I’m actually excited to get back to work.” Xenia grinned as she put the last few toys and clothing items in Isis’ pink and yellow luggage bag. “We are leaving with way more than we packed with.” She snickered. “Anyway…” She glanced at him, and gave a tender smile. “It’s wonderful to see you’re back to your old self again, baby. You had me worried for a minute there.” She approached him, ran her hand lightly down his back and kissed his cheek. He kissed her back, then pulled back and started to pace. Frustration set in. He was on the hunt for the elusive missing Nike gym shoe he’d just seen an hour ago.

  “Yeah, I’m almost one-hundred percent now. I know you were worried, baby. It’s okay now though.”

  He yawned, got on all fours and scoured around the room like a dog sniffing around for a dropped morsel. Then his cell phone rang. Xenia looked on the bed, grabbed it and handed it to him. She didn’t recognize the number, but it was a New York area code. She walked out after hearing a loud thud outside the bedroom door. The boys were at it again…

  ~***~

  “Hello?” Saint answered as he continued to look in various directions around the room, the thunderous pounding of his sons’ feet hitting the floor had him struggle to hear the person on the other end.

  “Hijo de puta! Pharaoh Paco!Ahhhh Saint,” came the raspy voice. “No creo que se llama, ¿no? ”

  “¿Es el que creo que es?! Bomb?!” He stopped cold in his tracks, almost forgetting his own damn name. “Is this really you?” Saint sat up straight, like a gopher popping out of its hole.

  “Yeeeessssss.” He dragged the word out, cheer in his voice. “I told you I wouldn’t forget your number, mothafucka!” He laughed hoarsely, as if he’d just smoked a hundred cigarettes in one hour.

  “Holy shi
t.” Saint grinned from ear to ear, rose from the ground and sat up on the bed, running his bare feet along the floor. He cocked his head to the side and stared out the window. “So how you been, man?”

  “Fucked up.” Bomb laughed. Saint knew he didn’t find the shit funny, but what else could he say? He heard the man exhale, possibly blowing out smolder from a roll-up. “Remember when uh…you said you could maybe help me, man?” He harnessed the loaded words on a whisper, as if he was leaning close to the receiver to avoid someone overhearing.

  “Yes. I wanted to help you get into treatment and reconnect with your children. Raphael’s friend, well, a childhood friend of ours, Kenny McGregor, told ’im he was in Glorian House and you were there, too.”

  “Yeah, I know, well, Kenny is a good kid, but uh, that didn’t work out too well and they about to send my ass back to Coxsackie Correctional Facility. Ain’t that about a bitch?!”

  “Why all the way in Greene County?”

  “’Cause that’s where I got the last charges, man. Some trumped up shit. I was doin’ good, too. Selling my weed, a little cocaine occassionally and making just enough to cover my bills and get a few nice threads every now and again. I wasn’t out shootin’ anybody, I wasn’t wit’ my boys, I wasn’t gambling, I wasn’t doing none of that shit and those cocksuckers, those fucking police, was just looking for something and then I got busted wit’ some paraphernalia so they sent me to rehab. I didn’t do too hot there. I just got released but they are comin’ for me because this shit was court ordered so now, it’s like, either get straight, get a rehab center that I can stick the fuck to, or go to Coxsackie. Saint,” he said, his voice shaking. “I can’t go up there again, man. There’s some dudes after me, man, for shit from the past…we talkin’ like, from over twenty years ago, man. They are up there waitin’ to bury me alive, man, up under the damn cell. They know my affiliations. I can’t fight as good as I used to.”