by Tiana Laveen
Xenia dropped her head.
Mama was right, even if she didn’t have all the ghastly details of Saint’s many callings, but it still didn’t make this hurt any less…
“I’m sorry you’re hurtin’ like this. What can I do to make it better, Xenia?”
“I need my mother … just for a bit.”
…And to watch over your crazy behind before you end up in jail!
“Well … all right. I can’t really afford no plane ticket right now though because—”
“We’ll take care of it, we’ll cover everything, Mama. Just come, please.”
“Okay, baby. All right … Mama’s comin’.”
Just then, Saint pushed the bathroom door open, causing it to hit the wall hard. Xenia jumped, startled. Her eyes met his. He stood there like some raving mad, stark-naked superhero with the powers of horniness taking him under. Legs spread, hands on his narrow hips, dick long and hard, primed to drill. A big, greasy smile was plastered across his golden face. Her pussy pulsed at the sight of him. She never got enough of seeing him in his sexy ass birthday suit.
“Who are you on the phone with?” he asked, his voice demanding. He pushed the silky silver streak that broke through the blackness of his tresses away from his face. Before she could answer, he charged towards her and placed one leg in the tub, and then the other. “Whoever it is, tell them goodbye, ’cause tonight it’s Halloween in the Aknaten household. I’m tryna get your candy … knock, knock those thighs wide open, baby. It’s Dick or Treat!”
CHAPTER THREE
DeAngelo’s, “(Untitled) – How Does It Feel” played from the bedroom, still audible through the open bathroom door. Her full, rounded breasts were covered with white suds, catching his eye as they glittered and sparkled in the candle light. As Xenia placed her phone on the side of the tub and gazed up at him, Saint kept his sights glued on her, unable to shake his lust for her loose. He could barely work earlier that day, tired as hell from back to back nightmares.
They had to be prophesies. His jaw kept tensing all morning as he tried to pretend all was well, drive his sons to school, go into work and look over new cases before assigning them to various teams. And then there were the conferences, the pending television and radio interviews, the new book, and the organization he’d just started where he hired scholars from all over the world to teach diversity in colleges across the country. He’d taken on too much, but he was driven to do it; his inner being let him know these things had to be done.
His plate was full, overflowing, and all he wanted to do was slide into something wet, soft, and warm…
Sade begun to croon, “Your Love is King” as he stood in the huge tub and stepped to her.
“You’re happy to see me, huh?” She smirked as she eyed his dick.
He didn’t break his gaze, didn’t smile, just kept coming until he stood directly over her, straddling her. Gripping his dick, he directed it mere inches from her face. His eyes burned with desire. She slid a hand up his calf and ran it up and down the back of his thigh. Bending down, he tilted her chin up and thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Her moans filled the room as the heat from their oral embrace drove him crazy. Running his fingers through her wet, thick tresses, he pulled her close, his kiss growing more urgent as he massaged her shoulder with his free hand. Letting her go, he stood straight once again. Catching his vibe, she got on her knees, wrapped her arms around his waist, and brushed her lips against the ridged, veined length of his hard on.
“I can’t wait to feel those big, sexy lips wrapped around my dick, baby…” He groaned. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
His eyes fluttered when the warmth of her mouth surrounded the bulbous tip of his cock. Eyes closed, she gripped him, bringing him closer, taking him hard and deep inside her mouth. Their mutual moans echoed and filled the room; the sloshing of the water and the music tried to compete with their rising voices, but it was simply no match. He looked down at the woman’s bobbing head, her determination and skill merging together, creating the perfect cocktail to release his desire. Popping his cock out of her mouth, she glanced up at him for a spell.
“You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?” There was a twinkle in her eye as she traced the slit of his dick with the tip of her hot tongue.
“Xenia, tonight I’m going to cum in your mouth, your pussy, and your ass, baby … but not before I get you off first.”
She screamed when he reached low and pulled her into his arms, carrying her like the golden prize that she was. Pressing her back to his chest, he pushed her hard against the stall wall, restraining her with his weight and limbs. The water threatened to spill onto the floor as he pinned her against the marble tiles, her soft, fat ass lined up just so against his crotch. Her face turned to the side, he could see the delight, elation, and a tinge of worry in her eyes as he knocked her shapely thighs wide apart and slid two fingers within her in a matter of seconds. On a moan, she welcomed his touch, grinding her hips against his hand as he worked in and out of her wet zone.
“That’s right, baby, ride and fuck my fingers real good. I want you nice and open for what’s about to go down…” She gyrated wild and hard as he finger-fucked her faster and faster. Pressing hard against her flesh, his licked and sucked her neck, dropping juicy kisses up and down her damp, soft flesh. Wrapping his other arm around her just below her ribcage, his knuckles dragging against the cool tiles, he caressed her slippery, budding clit. “I need you so damn bad tonight, Xenia. Are you going to give me that pussy, baby?” His heart raced as he ached for her.
“Yeeeesssss…” she slurred.
“You gonna let me fuck you so hard and good I put you fast asleep, baby?”
“Yes!” she squealed, riding his fingers and bucking to his expert touch. She shuddered, creaming onto his hand as her orgasm raced free. Her satisfied sighs filled their space and echoed in time. “Rock with You” by Michael Jackson played through the speakers, the bass loud and vibrating through his body.
“I’ve been thinking about you all damn day, baby … needing you in the worst way. You’re so mothafuckin’ wet for me.” He gripped a fistful of her hair, jerking her neck back, making her head turn in his direction. He crushed her lips in a kiss before snatching his affections away.
“I am, baby … I’m dripping for you!”
“That’s good, because I’m going to tear … this … pussy up!” She shrieked when he suddenly thrust his dick up hard within her, his stomach crashing into her ass as he took her. He kept stroking her clit to the beat of the music. Knocking on the wall with a tight fist, the woman’s screams raged as her body shook with his forceful thrusts.
“Saint! Shit!”
Wrapping his hands tight around her breasts, he cupped them while his pelvis brushed against her ass with each powerful lunge. Their moans intertwined, he went faster and deeper, getting what he needed, feeling at peace. She cursed his name until he grunted and groaned, releasing his hot load within her.
Slowly sliding away from her, he looked down at his cock covered with her juices. She turned and faced him, a beautiful smile on her face.
“Push down and out … let me see you work those Kegels.” Her eyes widened, but she knew what he wanted. He slapped her legs farther apart as he stared at her, waiting for the woman to follow his command. Soon he was gazing down at his cum running down her inner thighs. Titillated, he stroked his dick, working himself up into another erection before the last one had even gone flaccid. He grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned his cock, then pushed her back down on her knees before him, into the water. She swallowed him greedily, taking him as deep as she could. Holding the back of her head, he fucked her mouth with ruthless abandon, going as far as he could before she’d gag.
“Yeah, Xenia…” he hissed between clenched teeth. “Suck my dick hard, baby! You want this nut?”
She glanced up at him and nodded, the desire, the nastiness, the love and lust in her watering eyes. She was drunk off him, tipsy off his thrusts, head over
heels in love … and he worshiped her for it. The woman knew he’d tear up the damn world for her with his bare hands, that he needed to possess her, to take her body over and over again for as long as they lived just so he could feel whole.
“Cum in my mouth, baby… let me taste that cream!” Saint pumped his hips faster, holding the back of her head in a tight grip. When she gagged, he slowed, but the woman grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, bringing him closer, milking him. Tears streamed down her face from the impact of his relentless thrusts. “Don’t stop! Damn it! Shit!”
He pushed on, turned on by the way she wanted him, barely able to accommodate his length and girth between her lips—but she never gave up, even after all of these years. With a loud groan, he jammed his cock towards the back of her throat and flooded her mouth, his body going stiff, then moving in spasms. Moaning loud, he watched her helplessly as she smiled up at him, swallowing the copious milky meal he released onto her tongue.
His balls tightened when another burst of cum shot from his throbbing dick, and then another, until he was well spent. Moments later, they were out of the tub, drying off one another and stealing sexy gazes while Jacquees ft. Lloyd and Rich Homie serenaded “Feel It.” Xenia stood behind him and glided against his body. Leaning over as they stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she grabbed her special peppermint lotion and rubbed it along his shoulder blades and upper back, massaging it deep into the muscles. His head lulled back, eyes closed, as he relaxed into her touch. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but enjoy watching the way the woman pampered him, relishing her every touch upon his skin. Soft hands trailed along his lower back, then down his spine. He trembled, feeling euphoric from his head to his toes. His body shook with an aftershock from her delicate, warm kiss along the back of his neck. She wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him close to her, her chin on his shoulder. They stared at one another in the mirror.
“I love you so much, Saint.” She sealed her words with a kiss along his jawbone.
“There are no words created to truly reflect how I feel about you, baby. To say, ‘I love you’ seems to no longer suffice.”
They were quiet for a spell, and a wave of pain showed on her face. She briefly closed her eyes, then gazed at his reflection once again.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” He turned towards her hand resting on his shoulder and kissed her fingertips. “Saint, don’t close me out,” she whispered.
Averting her gaze, he stepped towards the sink and grabbed his bottle of Listerine. After removing the cover, he chugged a capful, swished the green liquid in his mouth, then spit. Rinsing the sink, he looked back in the mirror, his heart breaking at her expression.
“Xenia, when we got to meet Erika face to face for the first time after Cruz brought her back to New York with him, remember when you and I sat outside on our patio and I told you something was going to happen?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“I didn’t meet Cruz by accident, risk my reputation on his behalf for no reason. He’s been in training for this very moment. Whatever is up, he is a part of it. The bad news is, baby, that time has come. Things are about to get ugly.” The woman remained fairly calm to the naked eye, but he could hear her breathing pattern change from well-paced to accelerated. Her pulse got faster, and her nervous energy began to pour into the room and suffocate him. “I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen, and that’s the truth, but something isn’t right. New York isn’t right, I can feel it.”
“Shit, the whole damn country isn’t right,” Xenia spat. “Have you seen the news all this week?”
“Yeah. Been busy but how could I miss it? The heightened hate crimes have definitely caught my eye.” He rested against the sink as he picked up on surrounding pain and confusion like the empath he was. “Have you felt a shift in the air, baby? The evil growing stronger?” He regarded her in the mirror.
She nodded. “Yes, you and I talk about it all the time. Things are really messed up, it’s scary. As the mother of multiracial children, I am even more concerned for them. We’re taking steps backwards in time. Hassani, Dakarai, and Isis are my everything. It sickens me that people would treat them badly based on the fact that they’re not White, but now, people are showing their true colors more than ever.”
“Yeah, baby, and you know I feel the same way that you do. I mean, shit, we’ve got sons that could be racially profiled and worse yet, killed. Isis could endure the same. To make matters worse, they’re different. They’re not going to fit in all the time, race aside. The racial tension and ignorance in this country right now is sickening. And yet, things have gotten worse even in the last six months. It seems as if it will never stop.”
“Yes, it has gotten worse. Let me tell you,” She grimaced as she folded her hands over her breasts. “I had a guy at work the other week ask me if you were a Muslim, Saint. He saw your picture and pictures of the kids on my office desk; he was there for advertising time. That had absolutely nothing to do with a damn thing. Anyway, I just looked at him and he said, ‘Because if he is, you could be in danger. He could be radicalized. They hate all Americans.’” She huffed. “I told him that my father-in-law is one of the nicest people he’d ever want to meet and he could take that sort of nonsense somewhere else!”
“You see how ridiculous and ignorant people are, baby? And he probably really believed the shit he was saying, too. This is like Germany and Hitler. He put all those scare tactics into people’s heads and they believed it. People tried to tell me a year or two ago that the Rainbeau Knights of the Round Table was now archaic and unnecessary, that we’ve overcome. We haven’t overcome shit!” He ran his hand down his chest, soothing himself as he kept his gaze on his woman.
Xenia sighed and shook her head. “Martin Luther King and Malcolm X are probably rolling over in their graves.”
Saint closed his eyes for a moment. “Racism, arrogance, ignorance and evil have always been a problem, but now, it’s amped up. Something put this in motion. That’s the part I don’t get.” He angrily snatched the nearby hand towel, dried his hands, and turned to draw her into a needy embrace. Her wet hair felt good against his chest as she rested against him. “I’m not keeping anything from you, Xenia. I know I’ve been edgy lately, but I can’t tell you something I don’t understand yet. I don’t have the whole story. That’s why Krishna is coming.” She nodded in understanding. Though he couldn’t look into her eyes anymore, he felt her troubled soul next to his all the same. “Just try to relax, baby … let me handle this. Everything is going to be all right.”
Running his hand slowly against her ass, he caressed the soft, large globe, then gave it a gentle squeeze. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. He stood there for a spell, just admiring her, horny for her, wanting her all over again.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice rasped as his need grew by the millisecond. “You’ve only given me two out of three…” Positioning her in front of the mirror, he bent her over, forcing her to grip the edge of the long vanity counter. The woman’s breasts swung as he brushed his new erection against her ass. “Is there lube still in here or do I need to get it out of your nightstand? Not sure if we moved it last time.”
She pointed towards a drawer in the bathroom vanity, then opened it and handed it to him. He slathered his thick dick with the Astroglide, then bent low and kissed her spine, catching her smile in the mirror. Going farther down with his lips, he softly kissed the crack of her ass, his tongue dancing in her slit. She purred while he kept exploring, pushing his tongue inside of her opening. Sweet, feminine moans made him hopelessly harder as he tongue-fucked her puckered chocolate star. Standing back on his feet, he placed one hand around her waist and drew her closer, anchoring her just right as he took hold of the base of his dick. Looking at her in the mirror, stern-faced and needy, he slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her ass. She winced; he knew that look all too well … the look of pain and pleasure as he took her there. Grab
bing the lube once again, he let the liquid drip all over his thrusting cock before he placed it back down. Holding her around her hips with both hands, he lunged within her tight ass. The friction made his eyes roll in ecstasy.
“Damn, baby…” He groaned as he went deeper. She reached back, agony and desire in her expression. Biting her lower lip, she pressed her fingers against his thigh, undoubtedly trying to ensure she controlled his thrusts. “Everything cool?”
“Yeah … it’s nice,” she cooed. “Take my ass, baby … it’s yours … make it good, baby.”
He gripped her tighter. “That’s the only way I know how to make it, baby.” His balls slapped hard against her ass. When he revved up his speed, the woman’s screams made his ears ring. He fucked her ass as if he’d never had her before…
“Shit!” He gripped her waist so hard, he was certain she’d be bruised, but he couldn’t help himself. His Queen’s body was just too damn delicious. “I’m going to explode! I’m going to fill this fuckin’ little ass up, baby!”
“It hurts so good, Saint! You know how I like it! You made me like it!” Reaching forward, he gripped the woman from the neck, forcing her head up, and ruthlessly pounded her from behind. His moans grew hoarse as he neared his climax, losing complete control.
“Oh God!” Her inner thighs became slick with her nectar, her orgasm shaking her to the core. The feel of her body vibrating against his from the gorgeous aftershocks of her climax was his undoing.
“Fuck! Xenia! I’m cummin’, baby! Shit!” He gripped her as hard as he could, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, drawing pain, as he jerked and poured within her. Gushes of creamy, white semen shot out over and over, soon trickling down the crack of her velvety brown ass. He smiled at the sight as his face felt wet with fresh perspiration. Milked dry, he finally slowed, but kept her close, needing her to stay still, to be near him so he could rest inside of his bride for just a bit longer.