Saint And Sinners: The King Angel Child of New York

by Tiana Laveen

  “Saint,” Lawrence stated calmly. “You can’t be angry with us for being shocked and concerned about this revelation.”

  “I’m not angry and shocked. What I am, Lawrence, is disappointed! Something bigger is going on here; what that is, I am not sure, but I can just feel it. It is time for me to act. I don’t take this sort of thing lightly. How do you think I felt approaching Xenia about this, huh? Donna and Traci were small potatoes compared to the concerns I had about even broaching the topic with her. You think I enjoyed that? You think it didn’t make me feel a bit queasy to ask this woman to uproot herself, after all the fucking sacrifices she’s made for me? She’s married to a goddamn Angel child! She has three Angel children because of me!” He put up three fingers.

  “Three of ’em! Not one of them is just a normal civilian, notta one…not even two, but three, and my eldest son is fucking just like me! Hassani is multi-tiered, so it will be harder and more challenging with him and we still aren’t sure what the hell Isis is doing yet! She’s been through enough!”

  “Xenia puts up with all of my travelling and my busy schedule at times, me dealing with people that won’t hesitate to blow my damn head off if they got a chance, my craziness that I can’t fucking help, and my need for sex all the time! I am a lot to handle, and yet, she is still there for me.”

  “Okay…we could have done without that last detail.” Lawrence raised his hand and smirked.

  “Well, it’s true! She didn’t sign up for this shit. All she did was fall in love, and this is the thanks she gets. I’m a sex addict.” He placed his hand over his chest as if pledging to the flag of the United States of America. “I’ve got some issues. I can get real fucking angry at times, I’m a hot head, I know all of this shit about myself… I am quite aware of my goddamn self and the woman is still fuckin’ wit’ me! She still loves me to death! She is still on my team; she is still my number one cheerleader!

  “She has my back and the one time she didn’t, anyone could see why she’d be confused after seeing such a thing… and she has made up for that, tenfold. You two were the least of my concerns, because you are what I am! You understand what it is like to be me and this is what you do to me?! Turn your backs on me when I need you most?!” His entire body grew warm from head to toe, and a purple swirl of smoke escaped his mouth. The burn in his eyes intensified… He could feel them changing colors as his anger soared out of control. The men remained quiet, but shot one another a glance, as if communicating telepathically, without Saint’s inclusion.

  “I’m sick over this. I have to do it though, I have to!” Saint was coming undone. He needed his boys, but he wouldn’t beg them and besides, they had valid points. How would he like it if the shoe were on the other foot? He grabbed his half-consumed water and marched to the door. He left the men still sitting there as he prepared to exit, left them literally in his smoking dust. As he reached the door, Jagger called out.

  “I fucking hate you for this…but I trust you. If you say you can feel it is the right thing to do, then…I’ll need to accept that. Besides, if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve never met Traci.”

  Saint stopped in his tracks but kept his back turned.

  “Don’t do it because you think you owe me, Jagger.”

  “I’m not. Just stating a fact.”

  “The fact of the matter is, I believe that when someone is designed for us, our souls find a way to meet that person.” Saint looked at him from over his shoulder. “I was simply used as a middleman to possibly move the situation a bit faster in your favor. But you…no, you need to do it because you’d like to, because we’re brothers. Because this isn’t just me having some fit, you know. Shit, I do want to go home, for all the selfish reasons you can think of and then some, but this isn’t just for me and I will keep saying that until it is crystal fucking clear!!!”

  Saint’s body vibrated uncontrollably as he squeezed the cold metal of the knob. Something was happening, something he couldn’t explain…

  “No one has to suffer with me. If it would truly bring you misery, please, don’t come. I want you to thrive with me!” He gritted his teeth and turned away from them. “Something is about to happen, man and…I just wanted the two men I trust most, besides Raphael, by my side. That’s it…nothing more. I don’t want you two upset… I really don’t.”

  “Saint,” Lawrence called out. “Look at me.”

  Saint slowly turned in the men’s direction. Lawrence was leisurely tossing his cell phone between his hands like a small tennis ball. “I am going to call my wife and explain to her the situation. I’m going to…” Lawrence paused and delicately set the phone down before him, as if needing a moment. “I know you’d not lead me, my wife or my son into a situation that we couldn’t get out of. I’m following you wherever you go, and I’m doing it from the heart.”

  “Now that you’ve explained it a bit better,” Jagger huffed, “and I can see how important this is to you, I’m on board, too. Traci actually has spoken of moving out of California before. She never mentioned New York, but I know the desire to eventually go somewhere else is something she’s tossed around a time or two. I know she still wants to work with the disabled, so,” he shrugged, “maybe she can find something there. We’ll see.”

  “Gentlemen.” Saint smiled wide, no doubt showing all of his teeth. “I guarantee you that I will help your spouses find new jobs if that is their desire. I know a lot of people in the therapy field, Jagger, and I’m sure I can get some referrals. Lawrence, Donna works in consumer resources, and I have no expertise in that, nor do I know many people in that arena, but Xenia may, and I can certainly ask. She knows people all over the country and can probably call in some favors. I will also pay all of your relocation fees. I want to make this as easy for you as possible.”

  Both men stood and stared at him. Saint wasn’t certain what was going on, but then he heard Lawrence speaking telepathically, loud and clear.

  “Get your ass over here…”

  Saint’s smile grew impossibly bigger. Without a second to waste, he sauntered up to the man, placed his glass down, and was enveloped into a bullish hug. Jagger joined in, both men taking him under in a friendly, playful wrestling match. He managed to free himself, then raced across the room, still wearing that huge grin on his face. Popping out his cell phone, he fought the urge to burst out laughing with exhilaration as he dialed a number.

  “Yo, man! What’s up?” he asked the fella on the other end as Jagger and Lawrence spoke softly amongst themselves.

  “What you up to, fuckuh? Ain’t heard from you in a week…must be chasing someone down, trying to act like you important or some shit.” Raphael burst out laughing. Saint could hear customers in the background, and the tranquil sounds of cool jazz.

  “Guess what? I’m coming back home. I’m coming to New York.”

  “Oh cool! Let’s get together, when should I expect you? Hold up, Saint…this fool in here wildin’ out. No man,” Raphael yelled at someone. “I already gave you a thirty percent discount on that watch, I’m not taking off a penny more. That price stands!” Raphael grumbled and mumbled into the phone. “Mothafuckas always tryna get over. This ain’t no charity, damn!”

  “Raphael…baaaaaybyyyy!” Saint chuckled. “You don’t understand. I’m moving back there. I’m coming home to stay, man.”

  “…Don’t play with me, Saint! Don’t fuckin’ kid around like that man!” Raphael screamed, as if his favorite team was winning the Superbowl and there were only ten minutes left in the game.

  “I’m not playing or kidding around, I’m serious.” Saint put his hand on his hip and took a deep breath, feeling his plans growing feet and taking off already.

  “Oh shit! Oh shit! I gotta throw you a party, man! I’m going to call all the homeboys. Tick Tock ya don’t stop! Yo!” he screamed out, causing Saint’s eardrum to ring. “My best friend is moving back here, son!” Raphael squawked, as if anyone in that damn store cared or knew who the hell he was talking abou
t.

  Saint burst out laughing and shot Jagger and Lawrence a glance. The two men stood huddled together, not paying him any attention.

  “Yeah… Bruh, I’m coming home, man, It’s time. It’s definitely time…”

  *

  Chapter Three

  “I’m just keeping it one hundred…your pussy is like whoa…” Saint guided his tongue in a slippery caress along her spine while he pushed his pelvic bone repeatedly into the soft warmth of her cushiony ass. Xenia buried her face in the pillow, clenched her teeth onto a piece of fabric as her expression grew undoubtedly serious. He gripped her with big hands around the waist as he slid down her damn body until he was at the place he continuously claimed to covet. He flicked his tongue all over her ass cheeks, then gently bit into them.

  “Ohhhh, shit!” She sighed, her muffled sounds of appreciation certainly urging him on. In a sudden motion, he flipped her on her back, causing the bed to squeak. He clasped her neck with one hand and brought her lips to his. He devoured her with his kisses, trailed them along her face and mouth with unfathomable urgency. She sighed and moaned, bucking into his massaging hand as he rubbed her pussy back and forth with precise movements, working her up and over the threshold, the damn brink of sexual euphoria.

  “Mmmmmm….that feels…good.” She sighed.

  He delivered more kisses, possessively cupping her to him, never letting her go. His eyes darkened with hunger as he moved from her side and got on top of her trembling body. With the greatest of ease and sweet seduction, he gently kissed down her figure, watching her movements and mannerisms as he haltingly descended between her legs. Soon, the man’s journey was over. He landed at his destination. He pushed her thighs farther apart, settled his chin just so and extended that wickedly long tongue that should’ve been illegal in eighteen states, including Alaska. Planting sweet kisses along her flower, his oral maneuvers became more intense as all that could be heard were his smacking lips against her blossoming pussy.

  “Mmmmm,” Saint murmured, savoring her. His lids hooded, his golden eyes rolled back until they were completely closed. He gripped her thighs a bit tighter, his long fingers digging a bit more firmly into her heated flesh. She reached above her crown and ran her hands along the sleekness of ultra smooth headboard. The softness of the man’s lips against her zone, and his tongue steadily increasing in speed, sent her to a place where she was sure to collapse from erotic rapture.

  “…Been dreamin’ of eating your pussy all fucking night.” He slurped and sucked, making her buck even harder and faster. Removing one hand from her thigh, he squeezed the top of her vulva together, pinching the wet folds of flesh, forcing her clit to poke out a bit more. He must’ve decided that she needed to go crazy, because he then flicked his tongue over her need, going faster and faster until she screamed out, her orgasm flowing through her body like electricity.

  “Ahhhh! Saint! Ahhhh!”

  But he was far from done with her yet. Sucking two of his fingers, he slid them inside her as he continued to lick and taste her love, causing her to writhe and gyrate beneath him.

  “Mmmmmm!” he moaned back, moving briefly away from her pussy to stare at her as his fingers continued to work her G-Spot in the way that only he could. “Your pussy looks just like a fucking flower…” He paused, lightly running his soaking wet fingers over her sweetness, the folds moving with his ministrations.

  “Huuuuu uuuuuh!” She twisted in ecstasy, her face now turned to the side as she felt helpless beneath him. He moved his hands back to her waist and sucked her pussy, drawing the folds into his mouth and applying pressure as he stared up at her, forcing her to look into those damn, intense golden eyes.

  “Mmmm…I’m…I’m…” She caved within, drawing speechless. “Ahhhhh….Ah!” Her right leg began to shake uncontrollably, the damn thing stirring like a butterfly wing as her essence ran down her inner thighs. The man just kept on, watching the show, driving her crazy. While she kept cumming, the multiple orgasms causing her to disappear somewhere far and distant…and then, the room went white and she floated away…

  Xenia surmised a few minutes had passed when she came to. Of that, she wasn’t certain…

  When she awoke, Saint was running his bottom lip up and down her love, the warm softness contrasting with the hard, commanding way he pinned her to the damn bed. He kissed down her inner thigh, flicked his tongue over her wetness then returned to her leg, loving it so sweetly. At the same time, he spread her folds, letting his fingers rove up and down her slicked petals. His kisses were sweet, sensual, and amplified; as if he were whispering into her skin secret musings that only her pussy could understand.

  Her stomach caved as she slightly arched her back off the bed, the aftershocks reminding her that she was destined for another trip to ‘pass out’ lane if she didn’t watch herself. Soon, he crawled his way back up her form, and rested at her side. He hooked his hand around her face, turned her towards him and slid his tongue inside of her mouth. She bumped her pussy against his big, erect dick as their tongues slid against one another. The damned thing stuck straight out, begging for attention. He seemed to pay it no mind as his hand explored her upper chest, then breasts, cupping and massaging them roughly as his kisses intensified.

  “Let me taste you…” she whispered between kisses. The man’s concentrated pecks made her pussy pour. He gave her one final smooch, then lay on his back, giving her full access. Saint placed his arm behind his head, elevating himself just so. Oh yes, he wanted to fucking watch and she was prepared to deliver it just how he liked it. He opened his legs a bit farther, allowing her to settle between his slender yet muscular thighs. On her knees, she bent down low to him, as if praying before some throne.

  She never got enough of looking at the man’s masterpiece. Saint had the type of cock that made a woman like her salivate, made her want it, long for the thing. Thick as hell, lengthy and slightly curved, the damn thing looked like a delicious meal, and she was ready to devour.

  “Mmmmm!” She gripped it, engulfed the head with her mouth and held the shaft with both hands. Shit, it took both palms to surround the monster. His well-trimmed, black pubic hair contrasted against his golden skin, becoming her temporary focal point as she continued to suck and suck, making him impossibly harder.

  “Yeah…just like that,” he whispered helplessly, his eyes hooding. He pushed her massive, wild coils of hair out of her face, helping her tuck some of it behind her ear as she turned her head slightly to the side to take more of his big cock into her hot mouth. “Shit, baby…damn that feels good…keep suckin’ my dick just like that. Don’t change anything!” The man began to buck beneath her, fucking her mouth with short, commanding jabs as he now gripped the crown of her head, pulling her down, onto him, more and more with each thrust.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed as she continued on. Moment after moment, she drove the man a bit farther towards the edge and she loved doing her damn job. She slid her lips up and down the thick shaft, tracing the thick, knobby veins with the tip of her tongue, delighting in his loud, rough exhaled breaths and flexing thighs.

  “Mmmmm! Uhhhh….” He tried to pull himself up, then clumsily fell flat onto his back as his panting increased in volume and the clear, early nectar of his precum seeped into her open mouth. “Uhhhh, baaaaby…” He moaned, his eyes closing once again as she massaged his balls, the soft globes tightening and jumping in her hand. “Ahhhh, shit, baby…fuck!” The sheets bunched beneath his writhing body.

  “Mmmm!”

  She sucked a bit harder, bobbed her head a bit faster, and just as her man had taught her, she took him to the periphery by again cocking her head far to the side and enveloping much more of his cock, drawing it within her cheeks, no doubt a hollowed look on her face as she gauged her sweetheart’s reaction. Saint was beside himself, fisting the sheets and yelling out obscenities, flailing wildly as if he was going to lose his load right then and there. She knew how he both hated and loved that he’d taught her so well
. He didn’t usually like to cum this soon, and now she had complete power over him.

  “Fuck!” he blurted, his brows knitted in the middle as he struggled to sit up and stare down at her. He pushed her hair away once more to watch her in action. His eyes rolled, and he fought—he fought visibly, so damn hard, desperately trying to pull himself together.

  “Baby, you’re gonna have to stop…please.” He let out a laugh. “SSuuuuh! Shit! Come on…come up here! Damn…” He gently pulled her hair, which caught her attention. She stared into his pleading eyes as he fell back against the bed, bringing her with him. Throwing him a naughty grin, she released him and climbed over him until her breasts dangled above his mouth. Flicking his tongue out, he licked her nipples as her big breasts swung in front of him, tantalizing him so. He softly ran his hands up and down her sides, caressed her ass and lower back as she hovered over his glorious body.

  Getting resituated, he adjusted the pillow behind his head. His damn eight pack looked miraculous; she felt compelled to run her fingertip down the rows of tight flesh, enjoying his masculinity. Meanwhile, he grabbed her ass, roughly massaged the cheeks, and moved her just where he wanted her. She followed his lead and then, he gripped his cock, waited for her to slide down the damn thing.

  “Ohhhhh!” They moaned in unison as he raised his hips slowly off the bed, pushing inside of her. She rode that tide like the colossal wave that it was. His cock stretched her pussy open, and she immediately bathed him in wet appreciation, leaving traces of her slickness around and down his rod as she peered between their fucking bodies. “Uhhhh….Uhhhhh…”