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“You’ve never seen yourself on tape making love before.” He chuckled lightly next to her as he began to thrust inside her again. He’d taped them before, but she’d always refused to watch. This time, he had her captive. He balanced his weight on his hands and watched her watch her pussy getting eaten on the video preview.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed in embarrassment, closing her eyes. “It’s that really what we look like?”
“Tell me what you see me doin’,” he said, his heart pounding as he got off on her watching him on the camera. She opened an eye, then the other, looked at the camera and grinned.
“Come on, tell me.” He lowered back down closer to her, forcing her to wrap her legs around him.
“Uhhh!” he moaned as the feeling started to take him over.
“Your head is between my legs,” she said softly.
“Yeah, and what else?” He pushed from side to side, rotating his hips in an angry rhythm, demanding her pussy bend to his percussion.
“I’m losing my mind on there ... Uhh! Damn, Saint,” she cried, distracted by his pounding, forceful thrusts. She looked back at the screen. “You are eating me alive on there.” She laughed louder, blushing. Faintly, he could hear the noises, the sex sounds that became their sensual symphony.
“You look good. Look how beautiful you are, Xenia.” He pointed to the corner of the room.
He could feel her getting impossibly wetter as he rammed his cock in and out of her, and spoke the sexy words.
“Look at your body on that tape, look how much you turn me on, baby. Watch me smile while I eat your fucking pussy ... loving that shit...”
“Mmmmmm!” She bit down on her bottom lip, clamping her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes.” He briefly slowed down, picked up the remote again and put the screen on live viewing. He looked at the image of him on top of her, his hips tightened, her thighs now wide open as he fucked her, her arms wrapped around his neck. Their bodies glistened with sweat. “What do you think of that? Look at us.”
He was truly impressed. This wasn’t Saint’s first rodeo. He’d had countless tapes of him fucking the shit out of women from years past. After he became famous, he ceased the activities immediately. All of those relic recordings were destroyed after he made Xenia his wife, but he never lost his taste for his ego-driven voyeurism. He thought making love on camera was absolutely beautiful, stunning, and he loved every recorded second of it. It involved the utmost trust because this wasn’t some random pussy he brought home to drill; this was his damn Goddess, the owner of his heart.
He looked back over his shoulder and pushed the remote, turning to another video—one he’d taped years ago of the two of them making love in New York, right before his accident, on the middle of his kitchen floor.
“Oh my God,” Xenia gasped as she looked at it. He knew from her expression that she remembered it.
“I don’t want to see this.” She shook her head and smiled, turning away.
Saint gripped her chin, forcing her face forward. “Watch it ... watch it, Xenia. Look at yourself! Look at me fucking you! Open your damn eyes, baby. Watch my dick going in and out of your little wet pussy.” They both moaned loudly after his twisted words were uttered.
“Uhhh! Uhhh!” He gripped her shoulder and bit gently into her neck as he grinded harder and harder against her, making her greet his rigid, pounding thrusts.
He watched her glance sheepishly at the screen, a smile budding across her face. He glimpsed over his shoulder then looked back down at her. She was watching him turn her over on her stomach on that cold ass kitchen floor, bring her ass up in the air, and enter her like he owned that shit, had it registered with the state of New York. Her scream on the film echoed throughout the game room, making both of them grunt and scream at that very moment. It was too much. He couldn’t last long like this; he was losing his resolve. Her watching turned him on so much, he felt himself come apart.
“Saint!” Xenia hissed, writhing beneath him, her legs crawling up and down his back. She roughly caressed the side of his face. “Fuck baby, you’re so deep in me! Damn!”
“Stabbing that pussy, baby! Killing that pussy, baby!” Saint hissed, rocking her hard into the table, making the four posts rattle as he reached under her, forcing her slick body into him, owning her lock, stock and barrel. Cock, rocked and non-sterile ... nasty, filthy, grimy, fucking beautiful...
His balls slapped against her fat pussy lips and he screamed her name, demanded she give him what he wanted.
“Come on! Come on, baby! Shit!” he urged, wanting to see her fuck face again before he couldn’t turn back, and all bets were off. “It’s me ... your man, let yourself go.”
He didn’t want her holding back—he wanted her unashamed and ready. She looked up at him, her eyes glassy and her resolve shattered. Saint pressed harder against her, her body jerking and shaking, her pussy throbbing and drenching his dick with each thrust as she came so hard, her orgasm made her buck, forcing him to ride her violent waves.
“Xenia!”
She continued to shake, her eyes unfocused and helpless screams pouring forth. Her legs locked, then relaxed, toes pointed downward like a ballerina’s. Then the peace returned.
There is nothing from me that you can’t have ... ever. But right now, right this second, it’s my turn...
He shoved his hand under her ass, bringing her to him, closing them in so tightly, air couldn’t move between them if it tried. Xenia seemed to get a second wind and grinded hard upward against him, her face now just as intense as his.
“Mmmmm ... uhhh! Ahhhh! Uhh! Yes, baby! Keep rockin’ those hips ... your pussy jerkin’ my damn dick! What tha deal, mami?! Oh, so you ready, huh? Tryna make me fuck around and lose it up in this goddamn pussy!”
“So deep in my pussy...”
“Deep in your mothafuckin’ vertical smile...”
“Vertical smile?” Xenia repeated as she kissed his cheek.
“Yeah ... you like that?” He grinned as he kept pumping away.
“I do ... that’s nice.”
“Mmmm ... Uhhh! You ready, baby?”
“Are you going to cum in my pussy, Daddy? Let me see your face!”
“I’m ready to give you this home-brewed happy juice, baby!” He looked into her eyes, kissed her roughly and grinded fast and hard, driving deeply inside of her until his cum shot inside of her, over and over, filling her up whole.
“Uhhhh! Ohhhhh Xenia! Ohhhh, baby! Goddamn it, baby! Mmmm, oh my God ... feels ... so ... good ... uhhh ...” He trembled violently then gentled as the erotic pool table ride came to a slow end. He lay there on top of her, feeling her, breathing harshly against her flesh, holding her so tight, he’d just die if he had to let go anytime soon.
“Oh my God.” He sighed, barely having the energy to speak. His hair was soaked, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower and the coolness of the room made his body suddenly aware that he wasn’t in Kansas anymore. He didn’t care; he just needed a couple more minutes to regroup, a little more time to bask in the afterglow.
He felt Xenia’s ribcage rising and falling beneath him, her coconut scented skin titillating his fancy.
“Baby, you just don’t know what you do to me,” he said with his head buried between her breasts. He fought the urge to fall asleep right then and there, while still deep inside of her. He waited for it, and then fell in the familiar comfort of her stroking his tresses. His lids lowered. He tried to fight it, but the need to catnap was just too powerful.
“I guess ... I guess we should ... go upstairs...” he said drowsily, his tongue thick and unwilling to cooperate.
“Yeah, we should, but why don’t you just lie here with for a bit longer. Besides, there’s a good movie on.” Xenia reached beside their entangled bodies and picked up the remote, increasing the volume. Saint grinned, his lids now completely lowered as he snuggled closer to her, wrapping his legs around hers.
Moments later, he drifted asleep to the surround sound of his Queen having back-to-back orgasms on a kitchen floor, one cold morning in New York City...
****
Saint shut his laptop and pivoted at his desk. The day had drawn long. The past few weeks had been jam-packed and he was completely spent. As he stood to leave, he heard a knock at his office door.
“Yeah, come in,” he called out as he continued to gather his belongings.
The door opened, and Jagger walked in, an impish grin on his face.
“Hey, Jagger, you’re back from vacation. Good!”
Jagger closed the door behind him. “Yeah, it was good.” He sighed. “You look well rested.”
“I am, finally.” Saint stood, smiling broadly. “You have that look.” He shook his finger at Jagger. “So I take it you and Traci are getting along well?”
“More than well.” Jagger shoved his hands in his pockets. “But anyway, thank you for the offer, you know, the full time offer.”
“And what is your decision?”
“I think I like it here in California. I think I want to stay.”
“Okay cool, but don’t try to change the topic. I don’t feel like reading you. I’m in a hurry, so just spill it.”
Jagger laughed. “Well, yeah, things have been going really well and ... I ... think she might be the one. I think you were right. You should be a professional matchmaker,” he joked.
Saint laughed. “Nah, it’s not my forte. I just got lucky with you. I just had a hunch about you and her. I’m glad it is working out. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“What? The sex? Awww man! It was amazing!”
“No.” Saint burst out laughing. “Not that—being in love, the feeling of being in love, man. Nothing beats it. You look brand new.”
Jagger turned away.
“Oh, so you were all ready to tell me about boning her, but you act like you’re flabbergasted when it comes to affairs of the heart ... You’re in love.” Saint grinned, looked down at the floor then gradually approached the door where Jagger stood close by.
“I am,” he freely admitted. “Completely.” A smile burst across his face. Saint touched his shoulder.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day, Jagger. You make sure you do what you need to do to keep her happy. As long as she is deserving of your trust, don’t put that wall up ever again. Remember how you feel right now, right this second. Let that be your guide, the thing that brings you back at one.”
“Yeah, I will. I don’t want to lose her, Saint.”
“I know. Once you find the one, and that’s threatened, you’re never the same. You were able to get over your ex, because she wasn’t the one intended for you. It hurt like hell, but you were more upset about the betrayal versus her being gone after all was said and done. Jagger, once you find your soulmate, that’s it. Things won’t always be easy, but it’s always worth it.”
And with that, the two men walked out the door, talking and laughing ... and politicking the work agenda for the week, the way Rainbeau Kinghts of the round table, often do...
CHAPTER 21
“Are you hot? I’m hot.” Xenia asked as she stood up from the bed and checked the thermostat in their bedroom.
“Ya damn straight I’m hot, just look at me, tippin’ on my dick!” Saint teased.
Xenia rolled her eyes. “Childish!” She laughed. “These are some crazy California temperatures lately.” She returned to the bed and sighed as she plopped her head down on the pillow. “You’re missing her, aren’t you? And she isn’t even gone yet.”
Saint slowly closed his phone and set it on the nightstand.
“Yeah, I do, but she insists on going back to Egypt. She said she misses home. That’s where she was born and grew up; all of her friends are there. I can understand that.” Saint nodded and smiled, trying to be diplomatic and sympathetic, though his sadness consumed him. She was someone he expected to see in the mornings, to have interesting conversations with and be told words of wisdom that no one else could give. He’d miss that. He’d miss her. Beset was scheduled to leave in two days. She refused to allow them to make a big production out of it, nor throw her a party or do any festivities. She insisted that the pleasure was all hers, and though she loved Saint and his family, she desired to go back to her native land.
She knew it was safe now, and she wanted to be in her homeland and see it free in her lifetime. During the course of those last few weeks, Saint had assisted the Egyptian Angel Children in forming their council and gave advice to the best of his ability. He wanted them to thrive and be successful, and he wanted to have no part in it once they were on their feet. He also reassured that once Isis got a bit older, he’d get the moral permission needed. So many things had happened, mostly good, but Beset’s pending departure hit Saint hard—especially after he had to fully accept that once she was gone, she wouldn’t be returning. She repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Saint for saving her life—not understanding that she was truly the Angel, not the other way around.
“I look at you sometimes, and I think to myself Saint, I would just lose my mind if I lost you, baby.”
Saint looked earnestly at his wife, hearing the slight trepidation in her voice. They’d been through so much together; it was starting to take its toll on her in a brand new way. She knew she’d signed up for adventure, but nothing that would bring her so close to looking death in the eye. Regardless, she loved him and she wouldn’t leave, despite her fears. He didn’t want any more drama, but he knew that his lot in life would demand an upheaval from time to time—some unforeseen matter that he’d need to address in a drastic way. It was the way of his gift, the nature of the beast, and he’d accepted his calling in life years ago. Nevertheless, it tore him up how it affected his family.
Xenia was strong, and she’d hang in there, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t human, that she didn’t hurt or worry.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. That’s the whole reason for this. You say you need me, and I know I need you. The children need me, the Rainbeau Knights of the Round Table and the Queens need me. I have to stay on my toes and in the game. I still have a lot of work to do.” His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her lips. “I’d like to work on you right about now though.”
He glided to her side of the bed, causing the white, smooth sheets to gather around his thighs, until he swung his legs over her velvety thighs.
“Mmmmm.” He ran his lips along her chin, easing his way up to her face, aglow from her nightstand light.
After the harrowing ordeal to restore Beset to the land of the living, he’d slept two days total, only rising to shower, take restroom breaks, light a fire for his wife and child, and forced meals from Xenia. He spent the next week getting back into the groove of things at work but he had never been fully recharged. He and Xenia had been left to quickies, more than he’d like, the boys barely let them out of their sight and were just now beginning to relax and feel safe in their own home again.
But now, it was time. He shoved her nightshirt up, exposing his meal. He felt his rod stiffen, like iron against the softness of her feminine, downy groin. He continued to kiss all along her face, then wrap his ankles around hers, pinning her under him. There was no room between them for even a whisper to float past.
He gave a satisfied smile. She knew she was in trouble, big trouble. So he pressed his pelvis against her, thrusting, grinding the fabric of his boxers between his rock-hard dick and his wife. Oh no, this would be no quickie. He hoped she’d had a good nap earlier, because she’d have needed that reprieve to refuel.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked shyly as she traced the side of his face. Her warm, Scope scented breath tickled his hairline.
“I’m going to tease you ... taste you ... take you ... I’m going to take my everlastin’ time ... and,” he turned serious, “Xenia...”
“Yes?”
“I need to feel your fucking pussy clutch my cock.” He was no longer trying to be pretty with romantic words. His dick meant business.
“Mmmm.” She smiled, her lips curving as he forced his groin against hers once again, pressing firmly, making her feel what he had to offer.
“Don’t try to move ... don’t try to get away ... don’t beg for help,” he teased, smiling as his hand drifted to her breasts. He removed his boxers and hers, too. Her oversized nightshirt with ‘Tweety Bird’ on it soon flew off, just like the animated creature, to the side of the bed, to join his dark green and black pinstriped underwear and her silky pink panties.
“Let me taste your fuckin’ tongue.”
The words dripped out of his dirty mouth like honey. Xenia opened her mouth, and he thrust his tongue inside, moaning as he gripped her tightly. His kiss was rough, demanding, had him draw her even closer to his hard, taut body. The muscles shifted in his back as he settled into a more comfortable position. He gradually reached up, fawning over the curly twists of her kinky soft hair, then pulled the tresses with might, causing her to whimper as he left her mouth and licked hard against the side of her neck, down to her breasts to feast on the luscious chocolate mounds.
“I love your tits, so goddamn beautiful.” He sucked each one, taking turns and gently rotating the nipples in his sweltering mouth, making her moan and twist underneath him. He threatened her with his body, forcing her down, staying in control. He wanted her his way...
His lip grip and sucking became more determined, harder, and wetter against her warm flesh. She screamed her pleasure when he feasted on her breasts over and over again, stroking lightly across her collar bones and shoulders, his hair ruffled by her nomadic fingers.
“Shit, baby,” he murmured, his erection growing unbelievably larger and harder. He felt her shudder.
Ohhhh, she is going to get it good tonight...
He left from her breasts, rose onto his knees and flipped her onto her stomach, cradling her around her belly as he hoisted her into the doggy-style position. Before she could breathe another breath, Saint knelt behind her and jammed his long, hot tongue into her pussy, causing her to yell even louder and slam her fist against the headboard. He pulled her ass cheeks further apart, exposing her crack while lapping and sucking at her pussy, making it drip and cream the goodness he’d been dying for. Sitting back, he watched her fountain run before returning to his scene of the wet crime—swallowing it down, not getting enough as he pushed his face in her fleshiness, nose deep, overdosing on her pheromones and the intoxicating aroma of her saturated pussy. It was his favorite flavor and fragrance; if he died right at that moment, he’d be in bliss...
