Saint And Sinners (77 page)

He lifted the boy’s head up to see he now had tears in his eyes.

Saint placed his other hand across his heart. “You will never have to run around trying
to find love the way you have been, in all the wrong places. You’ve got it right here.
You’re strong. You’ve got a way about you—people like you. Use it to your advantage.
You say I’m too strict and all of these things, but we both know deep down you’ve
been yearning for structure and love. Everyone needs structure, Angel, and contrary
to what you think, I’m not the way you see me. Do I discipline my children? Yes, but
I love them just as hard. I know what’s it like to feel all the discipline but none
of the love.” Saint’s voice trembled. “It’s a horrible feeling and I’d never allow
my children to experience that through my callous behavior. That’s all I have to say
for now.” Saint leaned back and sighed while Angel stared at him, quickly wiping the
tears out of his eyes. “Do you have any questions?”

“Yeah.” The boy smirked, a gleam in his eye.

Hassani smiled too, as if they both were in on some silly secret.

“Hassani can dance.”

“I know.”

“He said he learned it from you. I don’t believe him.”

Saint laughed lightly. “And why is that?”

“’Cause you just don’t seem like the type.”

“I told you that you don’t know me, Angel. You make a lot of assumptions.”

The boy shrugged. “I suppose that’s true. I just have never met anyone like you. I
don’t know how to take it, I guess you could say. I just have a problem imagining
a bad ass like you laughing and dancing. I only know a few multi-tiered Angel Children,
and they seem like they real serious. You don’t act like that, I mean, like today
you didn’t. You make jokes ’nd shit…”

“My Daddy is funny.” Hassani blurted then put his hands over his mouth, forgetting
he’d been sworn to temporary silence.

Saint grinned at him. “It’s okay to talk now, Hassani. We’re done with the hard part.
Can you dance, Angel?”

“Can a fish swim? Maaaaan, I mean, Saint!” The boy smacked his forehead in frustration.
“You make me nervous!” He laughed anxiously.

“It’s okay… Yeah, so…” Saint rubbed his thighs and clapped his hands. “I tell you
what. I don’t have time right now but one day, you and I can dance here at the house.
I want you to show me your moves. I like learning new dances; it’s fun to me, relaxing.”

“He learns real quick, too!” Hassani chimed in excitedly. “Daddy is old, but he can
still move.”

Angel and Saint burst out laughing.

“Thanks a lot, son,” Saint teased as he got to his feet. “Angel, feel free to sit
here and talk to Hassani a while. I’ll check on you later, okay?”

Angel got to his feet and wrapped his arms around him with all his might. Saint returned
the embrace with fervor, letting him know that he was accepted; he had his blessing.

As he turned to walk away, Angel called out, “A, uh, Dr. Saint!”

Saint paused and turned back towards him as he slicked his hands into his pockets.

“Yes, Angel?”

“I just…” The boy sat back down in his chair and looked down at his feet, as if too
shy to speak. “I wanna say thank you for giving me a chance. I can’t really explain
to you why I dig your son like this, he just a little cat, but I do. I…I just want
to help him.”

“I know, Angel, and I am aware you can’t help yourself. In some ways, history is repeating
itself, but in other ways this is a brand new chapter that can end totally in an unexpected
way. You two will take care of each other; you will be like brothers and assist and
love one another… I can’t in good conscience try to stop that. Love should never be
hampered, not today or tomorrow. Love should be treated like a gift, no matter what
wrapping paper it arrives in…”

*

X
enia stood in
the middle of the partially empty studio, prepared to sign off for the day. The next
show would be starting soon, and she was relieved to be going home. She was famished,
but first, she needed to drop off some things on her desk for the following morning.
Today she’d had the pleasure of spinning all 80’s tunes while conducting an in-depth
conversation with Chico Debarge. She grabbed her pink spiral notebook, stuffed with
papers filled with handwritten notes and made her way out the door after giving her
customary ‘goodnight’ to the crew. Navigating down the hall, she made her way to her
office. As soon as she opened the damn door, there he was, sitting in her damn chair
like he owned the place.

Xenia grinned and stared down at the floor for a spell, then met eyes with the golden-eyed
Adonis.

“Good show, baby…” He bit into his bottom lip, swiveling back and forth ever so slowly.

“Thank you.” She sat her folder down on a small table in the corner of the room, crossed
her arms and stared at him. “I’m waiting for the part where you tell me what you’re
doing here.” She had no wish to pussy foot with the man.

“What?” He arched his thick, black eyebrow and threw his hands up. “I can’t come visit
my baby at work?’

“Of course you can… You just took me by surprise.”

Saint nodded and reached behind him, turning on her iPod that he’d given her a few
months back, fully loaded with some of her favorite tunes.

“‘Virgin’…that’s one of my favorite songs by Chico Debarge. It brought back memories
to hear it played today.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda sexy… Underrated, too.” She had no doubt she was blushing now. He
had an effect on her, and as he sat there, he communicated without words with what
he had on his mind. The vibe in the room changed and his eyes glowed ever so subtly.

“Mmmm hmmm.” He stopped swiveling in the leather chair and steepled his hands together,
eying her slowly up and down, as if she were a piece of delicious candy he wished
to wrap his lips around. “I was thinking about you
all
day today. Missing you, baby.”

“Missing me?” She paused for a moment, reflecting on his words. “I missed you too.”
She crossed her ankles and pressed her damn thighs together as her valley pulsated.

“Well, let’s show each other how much we missed each
other
, then.” Smug, he rose from the chair, staring at her in a way that made her body
run warm, then hot. He reached for his belt; it made a snapping noise as he undid
it. The black, glossy leather hung open, the silver buckle gleaming and clinking as
if waving in her direction. He kept his eye on her as he unzipped his pants then reached
inside the slit of his black boxer shorts and pulled out his cock, allowing his pants
to drop to the floor. The slightly curved hunk of veins and muscle bobbed about, hard
as hell. It almost seemed to be staring at her groin, the head glistening, slick with
his anticipation. Stepping out of his pants, he kicked them aside. She reached for
her necklace, turning the jade beads to and fro, unable to take her eyes off his cock.

He seemed to delight in her gaze upon his member, loving that she couldn’t look away.

“If you want to
fuck
me, then get your ass over here and do it.” He plopped down in the chair and placed
his long arms behind his head, waiting for her to make her move. Eyes narrowed, Xenia
sauntered over like a runway model, stopping abruptly at her desk. She slammed her
laptop closed, removed her burgundy heels, tugged her pantyhose down and kicked them
to the side. Saint grabbed her abruptly around her waist, making her body sway as
he looked into her eyes. She lifted her legs over his thighs, mounting him as he seized
his cock, giving her an open invitation. She looked down at the immense monster. It
eyed her. waited for her to slide her slippery goodness atop it, force that python
within her. Leaning back in the seat, he gave her some room to anchor herself just
right.

She rested her hands on his upper thighs as she enveloped the big, bulging head, her
thankful pussy kissing his voracious dick that popped in and out of her wet opening.

“Uhhh!” She moaned as she repeated the motion, over and over. She looked into his
hooded eyes, loving how he watched her work her pussy over his cock.

He rocked back and forth in the chair, never blinking, smiling, or uttering a word.
Then, as if waiting for some special announcement that finally arrived, he wrapped
his warm hands across her ass, squeezed and began to gently thrust the dome of his
dick in and out of her, matching her rhythm.

“Mmmm…” He groaned as Chico continued to sing. “I think it’s time you go down a bit
further.” He looked into her eyes and winked. “What do you think? You ready, baby?”

She obliged.

“Ahhhh,” she sighed, digging her nails into his thighs, bracing herself on gyrating
hips. His wide cock pushed her open; she could feel the strain, and fucking loved
it. The thick vein that ran along the right side of his dick kept bumping against
her walls, heightening the sensations. She shuddered a bit, almost losing her balance.
It felt so damn good. He thrust a bit faster and harder, forcing yet another inch
inside of her.

“Uhhh…ride it, Xenia…ride my dick! Uhhh!” His hands tightened across her ass cheeks
as she milked the bastard, her juices streaming down his throbbing shaft. She adored,
loved, relished, cherished and treasured that big cock of his…never taking it for
granted. “Tell me how much you like it…” he panted as they both increased their pace.
“Uhhh!”

He shoved yet another inch within her, and she whimpered in pleasure.

“Ohhhh, baby!” She smiled, moving her hands from his thighs to his chest, keeping
her balance all the while. “I love it. I love your big ass dick in my wet pussy, baby.”

“You make a mothafucka want to give you another baby, shit!” He pushed another inch
within her, while she moaned and trembled atop him. “Your pussy juice is runnin’ all
down my balls, baby…so damn wet. Uhhh… Go all the way down, Xenia, take that shit
to the base. I need to feel
all
of you!”

She made a rough estimate in her mind, knowing she had about three more inches or
so to cover. Once he was all the way in, she was afraid she may scream out, bringing
attention to the fact she was having wild sex in her damn office. She took but one
look at the want, the need in his gorgeous eyes and went ahead…

She slid down the bastard’s pole, took him whole, and shrieked.

“Ahhhh! Ahhh!”

Thankfully, Saint quickly placed a hand over her lips and muffled her cries and sighs
as he pumped harder and faster within her. She met him at each pass, their groins
now rubbing together. Sliding his hand between them, he stimulated her clit as he
stared intensely into her eyes.

“You forgot to lock the damn door…” He smirked. A sudden panic filled her chest cavity,
and she turned to look over at the thing as if she could somehow will it to lock with
just a casual glance. He grabbed her chin, made her face him. “Nah, baby, I
like
that,” he said in a low, breathy whisper. “I’m gettin’ off on the possibility that
someone could walk in and see Xenia Aknaten bouncing up and down on this dick! Hear
you moanin’, making all of those sexy ass sounds as I fuck you at your damn job! Uhhh!”

“Ahhhh!” He covered her mouth once again as he grinned at her, getting off on the
notion of it all.

“Yeah.” He flicked his tongue out at her, moving it around the same way he often did
when he ate her damn pussy. “I want someone to walk in, see you taking
all
this fuckin’ dick! See me ramming it in and out of your hot pussy! Uhhh!” He pumped
even faster now; the chair threatened to buckle from the mounting pressure.

“Mmmm, baby!” Xenia screamed into his hand, the sound coming out muffled.

“What do you think of that, huh?! Your husband’s big cock thrusting in and out of
you…you moving up and down on my shit, to the mothafuckin’ balls! Your juice all over
me, your tight walls pushing against my throbbing shaft, squeezing it, choking it!
Yeah, you were
my
virgin in your own right, just like this damn song says. Uhh! The first time I made
love to you, I knew for a fact you’d never been fucked like that before! I’m gonna
cum
all in
this goddamn pussy, baby! Make you take it! Uhhh!” He shoved hard within her as he
gritted his teeth.