by Tiana Laveen
Gasping for air, she flipped and fell apart in his grasp. His soft lips danced across her pussy in a frenzy; his tongue swiveled, trundled, and controlled her very core until she trembled, falling apart, rolling like waves of the Hudson, going deep, then deeper until she was nothing more than the reddened smolder of his past and the golden glow of her future. He’d unlocked the mother of all orgasms, and she sighed as she drew closer to the darkness. The ecstasy fell upon her, the blacking out, the small death that she’d grown to love to hate. Now, it was too late. He had her. She’d fallen prey to the deep abyss and drowned…
Something is going on Jagger and it doesn’t look good…
Traci, Jagger’s wife, placed the baby in his bassinet as the room drew cool. Their daughter was already fast asleep, but in a mere few hours, the nanny would be at their home and it would be time to get ready for work. Jagger stood in the hallway, his eyes glowing like orange pools of light. She spoke to him, but he said nothing. As soon as she stepped foot out of their son’s room, Jagger snatched her into his arms and carried her away to their bedroom. Her robe flung open, exposing her bare breasts. Her chest was distended and sensitive, full of milk, and the nipples tender to the touch. Lapping at the flesh, it hardened under his intense licks as she struggled to gain traction along the silky white sheets. On a groan, he flipped her onto her stomach. Her nails digging deep into the pillow, she screamed out his name as he entered her roughly, her pussy wrapping tight around his engorged length. He pounded into her, making her shudder, forcing the bed to rock and smack hard against the floor with each powerful lunge.
Oh God, what is going on? He’s going to kill my pussy dead tonight!
Where is my sweet Lawrence?
Donna cocked her head to the side as she sat in front of her computer and casually stirred a cup of fresh coffee.
“Lawrence, did you hear me? How’d it go?” She crossed her legs and swung one back and forth, while her concern climbed another notch.
The man said nothing. Her heart raced when his eyes—encompassing the entire sclera—turned from a soft brown color to bright blue. She leapt from her seat when he violently overturned the footstool in front of the desk, made his way around it, and yanked her up from her chair. She looked back at the open door, hoping … praying that their son wouldn’t wake. Would Mama survive this? The man’s black hair flailed about as if caught in a tornado, and then, suddenly, things moved at a crawl… as if they’d gotten stuck in time, the world stirring in slow motion. Lawrence tugged and manhandled her like some toy … so unlike himself. At last, she broke free, finding her voice once again.
“Lawrence!”
But he wasn’t listening. Tossing her over his shoulder, he stole her away from her office like some caveman, taking her to the laundry room and pinning her against the cold, hard wall. Yanking her pajama pants down her legs, he left her exposed to cool air. He didn’t dare turn away from her, didn’t even blink as he lowered his trousers and shoved himself to the brink inside her, balls deep. She clawed at his back, her voice a mere whimper when she needed so desperately to scream. He claimed her like an animal, and her body clung to his, needing each and every blow he brutally delivered. His pumps stayed insistent, his growls nightmarish, sexy and foreign, yet so familiar, all at once.
“Oh God, I love you!” she cooed. Her juices trickled down her inner thighs as she came hard and fast against his thrashing hips. When he sank his teeth into the side of her neck, she ached with pain and pleasure…
Cruz said when he got back home he was going to eat it, but he wasn’t talking about my apple pie…
Erika cocked her head to the side as she glared at her husband. Cruz entered the bathroom, fully naked with a rock-hard erection. For some reason, this time, the thick, long member appeared more like a weapon than a part of his body…
Stepping out of the tub from her morning bath, she wrapped the wine-colored towel around her protruding belly, the thing barely covering her swollen breasts.
Gnashing his teeth, he snatched the towel away from her, exposing her to the chill in the air and the iciness in his stark white eyes. Before she knew what hit her, she was in his strong, muscular arms being lowered onto the cold bathroom floor. She yelled out, protested, but her wails fell upon deaf ears. Clawing at his skin, she finally succumbed. His eyes said it all. There was no way out of this, and now, she was certain she didn’t want an exit strategy in the first place.
Her thighs stretched wide, she reached for something to anchor herself and keep her body steady. She felt the heat from his mouth as he sucked and devoured her pussy, his thick, long tongue pushing and prodding the tender flesh, bringing her to the brink of orgasm in seconds flat. Strands of light blond her covered her lower body—the angelic yet demonic head of the lover she’d claimed for herself. A rough hand reached for her breasts and squeezed. She hissed as she bucked her rounded, curvy hips and pressed her pussy into his mouth, seizing the moment to pour her juices between his lips. Their moans echoed as she came, her body trembled, and all she could see was blinding light as electricity ran through her.
A snatch of her hair pulled her out of the softness of the moment as he mounted her face, sinking his long cock into her mouth and thrusting like a piston.
She greedily consumed his rigid flesh, turned on by his sexual greed, needing to taste his cum sliding down her throat more than she needed air to breathe. Reaching behind himself, Cruz expertly slid a finger into her pussy. Administering shallow thrusts, then harder and faster, the fiend made her cum over and over again. He slumped forward then, bracing himself against the sink counter with one hand, and shot his load into her mouth, the creaminess coating her tongue. She gulped it as fast as she could, needing it in ways she couldn’t explain. A mere moment passed, perhaps slightly longer as she got her bearings and slid up the side of the wall. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she regarded the man before her.
“I’m not done with you…” His voice vibrated through the entire room, sending sensual chills down her spine. “We’ve only just begun…”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She tried to steady herself but it was no use…
For the past two hours, Saint had turned Xenia into his personal sex slave, used and abused her body in ways she’d never fathomed, and she hated how she relished and needed every tortuous moment. Her pussy ached from the inside out, engorged from his constant, brutal thrusts, turning her this way and that way, driving her crazy, making her sick as she came over and over again. She hated and loved him each time he pushed his long cock inside of her, driving her further into some sick, sexual addiction that might be to her detriment if something didn’t give. His energy never slowed. He didn’t require breaks; it was as if he was driven to destroy and yet solidify their bond all at once. What was worse, though, he wouldn’t speak…
He was a visceral beast, running on Hell’s gasoline and the heartbeats of the banished and depraved. One large hand wrapped around her neck, squeezed and dragged her down to the floor, turned her unceremoniously onto her stomach, and forced himself into her so hard, her entire body shivered with pain, with pleasure. She cursed him, called him names, threatened to beat the living daylights out of him, but he did nothing more than yank her up onto all fours, ignoring her weak protests. Reaching between her thighs with a steady hand, he strummed her clit until she leaked her juices all over the floor as if she were pouring pussy potion out for the homies.
Her legs trembled as her chakras awakened and screamed, the pounding of his flesh against her ass setting her core on fire. Emitting a groan, he flooded her pussy, jerking until he quieted and stilled. The monster of a man left her dripping with his cum and a hard dick still resting within her, throbbing and ready for more. Perhaps now she could catch her breath, ask a question that would receive an answer.
For a spell, she felt relief. It was finally over. She screamed when she realized those seconds of reprieve were a fairytale for, too soon, he snatched her in his arms and
led her a few feet away. He fell like a hunk of weary flesh into a chair, forcing her to mount his rigid cock.
“What is going on?!” she demanded before he wrapped his arms around her waist, steadied her, and impaled her with his rapid thrusts. “Fuck!”
He lunged upward, jostling her so hard and fast, the world around her became a blur. Her breasts bounced to the point of pain, her muscles and joints barely able to keep up from his frantic, all-consuming movements. His growl shook her core as he came, shooting his cum within her, flooding her until they were sticky with each other’s essence. Sweat dripped down their bodies like a rain shower. The scent of sex in the air intoxicated her. She was ill with lust, compelled to have him again, though her body had surrendered four orgasms ago. Yet, she pushed it to the limit, craving him in the worst way, despite it all. Lifting her up, he slid out of her heat. His dick remained erect, the sight of it bringing a chill down her spine. His eyes hooded; he appeared exhausted and lust-filled all at once.
“It drained us of everything…” His voice broke. “I’m trying to recharge. I need to get my energy back, baby… Give it to me. Give me everything you have.”
Sudden memories of the night he’d taken her over and over after killing Zoo filled her mind. Yes … this was similar, only so much more intense.
“You killed a demon tonight, didn’t you?” she asked, trying to quiet the tremble in her voice.
“Yes. We were barely able to make it home after a while … running on fumes. But when I saw you, I realized what I needed. Everything came back to me.” He smiled at her and gently stroked her hair. “Every time I make love to you, I get stronger. I’m almost back to 100%, baby … just a little bit more…”
She hissed at his lies. With Saint, ‘a little bit more’ was never the truth, especially in times like this one. He laid her on the bed. Her pussy cried when he pushed his length back inside of her, forcing her to grasp the sheets and bite them to squelch a scream built from their mutual desire. Riding her from the side, he palmed her ass rough and hard, and bit her shoulder. He wrapped his legs around her, keeping her possessively in place as his vigorous thrusts demanded her full attention. She didn’t know how much longer she’d last; she prayed she’d be able to walk without a limp. One thing was for certain: she’d be calling off work.
The man had fucked her so hard and strong, she could barely recall her own name, but she damn sure knew his, for she’d screamed it at least a dozen times in the past hour…
Asia was a beautiful little girl. Her skin was the color of smooth milk chocolate, her lips naturally pink and plump. Large, round, dark brown eyes were crowned with extra long lashes that looked almost painted upon her face. It was evident why his son was smitten with the young lady: she was stunning. Her thick, coarse curls were brushed down her back, showcasing her gorgeous facial structure.
Saint observed the young lady as she and his eldest ate at the dining room table, their joy at being with one another palpable. They laughed, smiled at one another, and joked about. Angel stood on the other side of the room, messing with his cellphone.
Asia’s mother had dropped her off, but not before speaking with him and Xenia first. The Nigerian woman was a pediatrician with a killer smile and hectic work schedule. Saint was told her father was from England, also Black and a doctor—a surgeon.
Xenia had met the young lady, chatted her up a bit, then whispered in Saint’s ear, ‘She’s adorable!’ before taking off to an impromptu meeting at the station. He couldn’t agree more. She had a vibrant spirit, the kind he wished he could bottle and distribute in such trying times. He couldn’t help but be fascinated with her, the way she’d blink one eye at a time, or flick her wrists at intervals. Strange yet lovely ticks, all of which seemed to calm her, focus her.
She was extremely articulate, her movements—even her impulses—delicate and purposeful. Saint inhaled and exhaled, loving her energy. He’d never seen anything like it, especially in someone who wasn’t an Angel Child.
“Asia, would you like something else to drink?” he offered. She looked up at him, seemingly surprised he was there.
“No, thank you.” She turned back to Hassani, continuing with her conversation regarding the various powers and abilities of Optimus Prime from the Transformers.
If Dakarai were home right now and got wind that this girl loves the Transformers this much, he’d talk her ear off.
Hassani had been relieved that Xenia had arranged a play date for the bane of his existence as soon as they found out Asia was going to come by. Saint chuckled at the memory of the relief he saw on Hassani’s face at such news. He even began to dance and sing, knowing his little brother would be nowhere in sight. After a short while, Saint left the two alone, but could still see them from his open office door while he worked. Before he knew it, time had snuck away, and Asia and her mother were at the door saying goodbye.
Angel waved in his direction and walked Hassani up the steps to his room, leaving Saint alone to his own devices. As the quiet in the house arrived, he reflected on the past twenty-four hours. Things had been a mess. He could not keep his hands off Xenia. He wanted her to the point of mania; so much so, he was now convinced she’d escaped to that meeting just to get away from him after the way he’d forced her into a sexual marathon that had no end in sight. In addition, there was a horrible energy pouring forth from some unseen force. The bad dreams were back with a vengeance. He and Lawrence had spent the early part of the afternoon placing crucifixes at the four corners of his home, and one in the basement to ward off demonic influence. Something terrible had occurred, for things simply didn’t quite make sense. Perhaps they would find out soon in time, but he was no longer sure how much of that precious commodity he had left…
…The following evening
Saint hung up the phone in his home office and looked into the sleepy flames of his fireplace. They’d almost all but disappeared, but the little warmth they shared was just enough to help soothe him. Too bad it wasn’t enough. It didn’t take long for more bullshit to erupt. Krishna had called and made it known he’d had a dream in which two entities arrived, and they were not playing around. Saint hated not knowing the specifics, but he knew one thing for certain: Xenia had had enough of him. He’d been all over her since she’d gotten back in the house from her meeting the previous evening. When she arrived back home, he’d pounced on her like a lion. She couldn’t release him, and he couldn’t let her go.
He’d never expected such a side effect to this phenomenon; it was horrendous. He felt like a dope fiend, and she was a big pile of cocaine. To make matters worse, he soon realized that Lawrence, Jagger, and Cruz had experienced similar reactions. Not because they were forthcoming with relaying the ramifications of wrestling an archdemon in the depths of the Hudson River, but because, as girlfriends do, Traci called all of their wives in a panic, explaining that Jagger was finally asleep, but moments earlier he had practically torn her to pieces, and their bedroom was a wreck.
So the other men had taken on Saint’s essence. He was to blame for the psychic orgy! Like a virus, he spread his need to heal in those waters, Lawrence, Jagger, and Cruz had all somehow caught his fever. He was the strongest of them all, and if he was losing his energy, then they all were. In an act of psychic desperation, they’d subconsciously latched onto Saint, to unknowingly receive strength from such an exhausting ordeal. The phenomenon manifested in ways none of them dreamed possible. He didn’t like the dirty looks his friends had given him after he’d disclosed why they were feeling that way.
Cruz couldn’t understand why he was affected as well. He hadn’t gone down into the water, but Lawrence explained that he was still latched on psychically to Saint, trying to help keep tabs on the demon, as well as communicate with all of them while they risked their lives to put an end to Leviathan’s New York reign of torment. He might as well have joined them in their dive, seeing that he was experiencing the same effects…
After the mystery was solved as
to why they’d turned into sexual Energizer bunnies, Jagger joked that if he had a sex drive like Saint’s on a daily basis, he’d be housebound and it was a miracle that Saint was even able to show his face anywhere other than the bedroom. Saint laughed it off, but he didn’t actually find it humorous.
Jagger didn’t know how, at times in his past, he’d truly struggled. Sometimes, it was a nightmare to have a sex drive like a twenty-one-year-old, one that he had to work hard to shut off. Xenia seldom refused him, and he didn’t force her into days-long marathons of sex as a force of habit, so they managed. Their trysts were fun, loving, sensual, evenly timed, nasty and beautiful. This most recent one was purely carnal, all-consuming and addictive. The bottle of Aleve and hot tea on Xenia’s nightstand that evening proved, however, that this time around his antics might have exceeded her tolerance threshold. He’d only stopped because she’d begged him to, loath to hurt her, but it had been hell to heed her request and walk away.
Now here he sat, in his office, isolated and alone. Maybe I can just cuddle… yeah, just hold her. I won’t try anything. I just want to smell her skin, hold her in my arms… that’s all.
He stood from his seat, then looked down.
Not again!
Rolling his eyes, he slapped the desk.
“Please go away!” he yelled at his dick as it tented his pants like a sergeant signaling his troops. Just thinking about being inside her again had sent him over the edge.
My dick is driving me crazy!
“Leave me alone! Just go to sleep! She can’t help me right now. I gotta give her some time. Xenia’s a woman, not a robot!” His dick throbbed in need, mocking him.