Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (20 page)

“How long have I been out of it? Whu…what am I on?” She could barely speak, her body still weak from the hard, orgasmic contractions. He slowly slid his fingers down her back, and she stayed still, her skin growing cold. Quiet crept into the scene like a sex fiend and perverted thief looking for erections and money shots. Suddenly, loud bass echoed throughout the room.

Rap music…

Xenia snickered. She couldn’t see him, but she could hear him swallow, as if he was drinking from something. She kept her head down as she heard a glass being set down.

“’Bout seven minutes…
” His deep voice made her pussy ache.  She could imagine him looking at her, his eyes in darkened golden slits as he stared at her dripping pussy and ass. She felt his right foot glide softly past her ankle, the water disturbed from his movement. “You are elevated on a towel.” He sounded so damn serious…

“Everything good?”
he asked, the water sloshing loudly.

“Ahhh!” she gasped as he gripped her waist
with both hands and pressed his big, hard cock against her ass. His face now pressed into the side of hers. His long, hard body warmed her like a coveted childhood blanket. She strained to look at him, and there he was, clear as day. Water droplets covered his face.

Damn. He
’s beautiful.

Saint’s eyes glowed as a deliciously sinister smirk cracked his face, exposing those gorgeous, gleaming white teeth of his. His jet black hair was slicked back, minus one runaway strand that dangled near the side of his ear. He was so close; she could smell his breath…fruity…

The wine…

“Yeah
.” She swallowed. “I’m fine, baby.”

His smirk faded, a look of warning
replacing it in his eyes. “We’ll pick up your car from the bar lot, later. I already pre-arranged to make sure they didn’t tow it. Paid them a little something.” He slowly ushered her legs open with his knee. He kept his face close to hers, and moved his grasp from her waist to her shoulders. Still half out of the tub, she was unsure as to what he had up his sleeve until he slid his hand over her pussy lips, making her coo.

“Mmmmm
.” Her palms had nothing to grasp onto, only the slickness of the floor. Her breasts drew colder as they hung against the side of the tub while he gently massaged her feminine zone. Taking two fingers, he spread her pussy open, teasing her before pushing them inside.

“Ohhhh!” She closed her eyes and gasped. Desperately needing a place to rest against, she veered
back; clutching the edge of the tub with one hand while the other remained on the ground below.

“You know, when I decided to play this little game with you, Xenia…pretend like you were a stranger I was going to have an affair with, I knew this would be different, something to put some spark into our lives. It was supposed to be in all fun but after a
while, I started getting a little pissed.”

She didn’t dare ask why. She didn’t want to encourage him—his tone was aggressive, as well as his grip on her as he plunged
his frenzied fingers harder inside of her.

“I was pissed because I thought about
…and I know this is silly…” He laughed lightly, but clearly not amused. “I thought, what if a mothafucka
really
approached you like that, you know? What if you were alone by yourself after work, maybe stopped to get a cocktail and a mothafucka rolled up on my woman and you accepted the offer?”

“Saint, you—
”

“No, no, baby,” he said softly. “I know you’d never do anything like that, I’m just speaking hypothetically.
As I watched you take your clothes off, I thought about how everything on your beautiful body is
mine
. How I don’t want another man even thinking about you in that way, though, I know that is unrealistic.” He slowly removed his fingers from her, and she shuddered and sighed with excitement as he aggressively pushed her legs further apart and lay his hot, heavy cock on her lower back. She stifled a laugh, feeling the heat from the damned thing as his balls pushed the top of her ass. He softly gripped the side of her neck, then harder…

Xenia gasped and tightened her hand around the edge of the tub.

Oh shit…

“Your hair is mine…your shoulders are mine…” His tone was angr
y and, dare she admit, frightening.

“Your spine is mine…your wrists, elbows, hands…
all
of that shit, mine!” His voice echoed over the music. “Your ass is mine, the one I like to bite, suck and fuck!” He gave her left butt cheek a friendly spank.

“Shit…”
She felt a stream of pussy juice trail down her inner thigh as her excitement reached a fever pitch.

“
Your legs, knees, ankles and feet are mine…and you know what else?”

“What?” she answered timidly, bracing herself.

“This pussy…” He ran a finger down the crack of her lips. “This pussy…Xenia,” he said, his voice cracking. “This pussy is
owned
, baby, it’s mine! Say it…”

“It’s your pussy…”

“Say it louder! Let me know you believe that shit. I’m not playing around with your ass, Xenia!”

“It’s
your
pussy, Saint!”

“You
’re damn right it is!” And with that, the heat on her back was suddenly gone. She screamed so loudly and gripped the tub so hard as her body stiffened from his hard intrusion. He pushed deeply inside of her, making her gasp for breath as his possessive hold on her neck grew tighter, more domineering…nastily jealous and hanging on the edge of insanity.

“Uhhhhh!
Uhhhhhh!!!” He thrust deep within her, over and over again, causing her body to violently jerk forward. “Uhhh, baby!”

She slid a hand
across the floor and gulped, trying desperately to catch her breath as his warm, thick dick filled up her pussy, tight against her wet walls. He pumped in her so hard and deep, she knew she’d surely lose her mind.

“Saint, damn!”

His large hand clutched to her neck as he forcefully brought her ass into his thrusts, making her body accept every damn thick centimeter he had to offer.

“Stop running!” he yelled as he la
y on top of her back, pressing his chest into her. His wet groin met her ass cheeks over and over again. His soft pubic hairs brushed against her as he slowly exited her, then within a flash, that brief glimmer of kindness was replaced with more heavy hitting fucking. “Uhhh! Uhhh! My mothafuckin’ pussy!”

She couldn’t see him, but it
was obvious in his movements and the demanding words trickling out of his nasty mouth, the man was driven. What began as a day of play was ending in a fatal attraction. Sure, he’d fucked her hard before, plenty of times, but this was a tale of ownership—a reminder that Saint was stingy when it came to her, and though he knew she wasn’t a game or a toy, he wanted her all to himself. So he did what he had to do from time to time…stake his claim, as a little cue to her in case she decided to get any ideas…

She
smiled because she loved it. Got off on it. Swollen pussy lips, back to back orgasms, a big, hard, heavy dick inside of her that not only fit the bill on dimensions, but the damned man knew how to use it…

He slowed
, slipped his hand slowly from her neck, his fingertips gliding delicately past her shoulder blade and down her back. Then, his touch left her. She didn’t dare look back.

“Every damned morning when I leave for work, I quit you…and every damned afternoon, I relapse…”
he said, sounding as though high on something.

She wasn’t sure what the words me
ant, but the tone of his voice, the barely leashed control, stole her very soul. Her heart skipped, as she searched her mind, trying to decode his ramblings while under the sexual influence. Still, she didn’t ask him anything. He wouldn’t leave her hanging. She bided her time…

“Mmmmm! Oh God!”
she screamed when he suddenly entered her again, this time at an angle, hitting her sweet spot deep within. She hung on for dear life.

“Baby,
shit! I’m so in love with you…” his voice trembled as he held her hips steady and dove into her over and over, bringing her to the brink. “You just don’t know… Shit your pussy feels so fuckin’ good!” He quickened his pace, his hands gripping harder.

“I try to concentrate at work, tell myself to focus
, but I can’t get you out of my mind, baby…”

Ahhh, that’s what he meant…

And then she melted in his grip as his lips trailed down her back, kiss after kiss after kiss. He held her so tenderly, while his dick continued to power drill deep within her. How beautifully contrary it was. She felt herself slip away, almost unable to keep her position. Knowing her inside and out, he heeded the nonverbal warning and hitched his arms around her breasts and hoisted her upward, all the while remaining inside of her, pushing, pumping, fucking her with all of his might.  Her arms hung to the side as he kept her hooked to his temple, pressing into her ass with each powerful lunge while his hands roved over her breasts and cupped them.

“Shiiit! Oh God!”
Her head spun; the room seemed to be moving while she remained still. It couldn’t be, but the orgasm had caused some opiate type effects as it began in the central cortex of her brain, trailed past her hardened nipples, down her stomach and crash-landed smack dab in the depths her pussy.

The chakra orgasm had commenced…

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***~

“That’s good, baby…” Saint murmured in her ear as she slid against him, unable to keep her own weight up. He looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were half closed; yet she wasn’t incapacitated. He’d felt it too. As he moved in and out of her, he connected once again on their primal levels, but his soul connection to the woman, spurred by a deep seeded jealous rage, a seed planted from the ex and now this little tryst of sorts, had caused him to need to dial into her very core. It wasn’t planned, it simply happened. He hated it and loved it at the same time. His body felt grateful, but his mind was remorseful. Jealousy was a sign of weakness, a belief in an existing threat that the very woman he needed for his own survival would somehow be tempted by the likes of another. He knew that was bullshit, he knew it deep inside of his heart, but his flesh didn’t and he needed to ensure the woman wasn’t going anywhere.

He’d already had a sample of what it felt like to be without her, the threat
tangible, stinking of an unhappy ever after thanks to his own blast from the past, Payton. The woman had almost ended his life—because Xenia
was
his life and though Sinclair was not someone Saint considered a major player, he understood that underestimating the underdog was oftentimes a grave mistake. When he touched that man’s hand, he felt the desire in him for a slice of vindication and the level it had grown to was nothing to dismiss or scoff at. It wasn’t about Xenia anymore, it was bigger than that. His fight was with Saint and Xenia was simply the catalyst, but how could he tell her such a thing? The fucker was out to get him, and he wasn’t sure what his next move would be, but in the meantime, he needed to be inside of his Queen, to feel what they were, to be reassured because he simply couldn’t trust himself to not do something unbefitting of who he tried to be: a lighter, sophisticated version of himself.

“Ahhhh….” Her weeping broke his train of thought
. He continued to hold her up, forcing his dick in and out of her at a slightly slower pace, then, blindly ran his hand over her cheekbone, feeling the orgasmic tears that trailed. She’d been hit, had, bagged and delivered.

He needed to cum, it was time. Hugging her tighter to him, he braced his arms under hers, pushing her head slightly to the right
and nestling his cheek against hers.

“Uhhh! Mmmm, baby
!….Uhhh!” He lunged upward, faster and faster, making her jump to each heart-pounding thrust.

“You’re fucking me so hard…” she whispered, her energy zapped. “Damn Saint, it feels so good…”

She looked and sounded doped up, and in a way, she was.

“You know how I like it baby
. If I’m not balls deep in you, then I feel like I’ve missed out on something… You okay though, right?” He slowed a bit, waiting for her response, knowing sometimes he could get a bit carried away as he got caught up in the moment.

“…
Yesssss, baby…I’m…fine…” He felt her face crease into a smile as he rode her softly. That soon ended for after her reply, he thrust inside of her again, making her scream and shudder.

“Ahhhh!”
He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as his balls constricted, totally lost inside of her. Her hot wetness throbbed against him, pulling him farther inside while another orgasm made her shake and tremble in his arms. He hustled to keep her afloat but she went limp, her voice now slurring words and phrases that made no sense…she was speaking in tongues.

“Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!”
He kept right on until he reached his peak. “Uhhhhhhh!” Pushing her against the side of the tub, he pounded her ass, his pelvis pushing into the soft twin globes, sure to leave them reddened and warm from the sweet invasion. “I’m cummin’, baby! Uhhhh!”