Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (85 page)

His luggage was still in disarray, and an empty beer bottle
sat on the dresser. She didn’t seem to notice as she took control, pushing him back on the bed. He looked up at her in awe as she descended upon him like an angel and aggressively tugged at his belt.

“I’ve missed this big ass dick, Jagger.” She was dead serious and her eyes narrowed as she surveyed his bulging goods. He’d never seen her so aggressive in the sack, and it excited the fuck out of him. He tried to get to his senses and stop the whole situation
, but his attempts were half hearted.

“Tray…Traci…Ummmmm!”

Her lips wrapped around the head of his rod, and all he could do was lie there, close his eyes and press the palms of his hands against his head in disbelief. In moments, she’d produced an erection fit for a King.

“Uhhhhhh….” He groaned, his hips rising off the bed over and over as he fucked her mouth, making her take in all he had to offer. The woman knew that was his weakness, receiving head, so all bets were soon off and boy did she know her way around his cock. “Mmmm, ohhhh baby…” he moaned, slumping back into a comfortable position and run
ning his fingers ruggedly through her soft hair. He’d missed her so much, and she continued on, driving him crazy. He pushed his guilt aside and continued to pump with due diligence, anxious to eat the woman’s snatch in return.

“Traci,” he murmured weakly. “Let’s change positions.”

She slowly released him from her mouth. He got to his feet like a jack-in-the box, quickly disrobed and had her lie on her back with her legs propped open. He got on top of her in a sixty-nine position, his head nestled between her legs, hands under her ass, and brought her pussy to his lips. He shuddered when her lips wrapped around the head of his dick. He flicked his tongue on her clit over and over, growing more excited by seeing her pussy again; he’d missed that sweetness so much. He examined the wet, beautiful pink and brown flower he felt he owned. He pressed his lips to it, sucked it, bringing the folds into his mouth and gently stretched it, making the woman squirm and buck against him. Her loud feminine cries turned him on so much as he continued to lick, suck and devour that pussy like no one’s business.

“Your pussy is so pretty
,” he said between tongue laps. Her juices flowed more freely now, creating a sheen across his lips that he relished, pushing him further over the edge. He caught a glimpse of them in the mirror; he looked like a tatted up giant compared to her petite, smooth, brown frame. Turning back to her pussy, he dove his tongue into the pink, velvety slit, tongue stroking her, making her scream out.

“Mmmm, Jagger, shit!” She released his dick, unable to control herself. Her feet moved around as if she were trying to get away in her orgasmic delirium. He couldn’t have that. He quickly grabbed each ankle, wrapping his hands around the damned things,
and pinned her down so he could complete his feast. He wouldn’t stop until she gave him what he wanted, for her to cum, again and again, like she’d never cum before.

“Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhh!”
She bucked beneath him over and over, pushing her pussy into his face. He let go of her ankles and returned his hands to under her ass, squeezing, and reveled in her screams and dirty talk as he growled into the pussy, like he was mad at that son of a bitch.

“Mmmmmmm!” he moaned as the last of her appreciation seeped out, forcing him to lap it up in due diligence. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, then la
y on his back, ushering her to join him.

I could stop right now and tell her…I could…

But her smile and gaze of adoration made him weak. Even more so when she got on her knees and crawled toward him like a pussycat. She straddled him.

Oh shit…
Say something, Jagger…

He tried to tell himself to open his mouth, stop all of this right now, but
then she slid down his cock, slowly, going an inch or two, then pausing as his wide dick stretched her open.

“That’s it, baby
,” he encouraged breathlessly as he held her delicately around the waist. “Take your time…”

She always had to take it slow when they first started their sexual encounters. Jagger didn’t have a big ego about it, but he knew he was larger than the average man, and that included
everything
on his body. She was a small woman in
every
way, and going too fast could ruin the experience. But Jagger was a patient lover. He never needed to rush to a finish line; he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was and boy, was she a trooper and he delighted in the sight as she made her way down, until she had almost reached his balls. Oh, what a vision!

“Oh, yes, baby…damn, I missed you so much.” She
finally took him all in, driving him out of his damn mind, and started to move—up and down, making his nuts tighten and constrict.

“Uhhh
.” Traci moaned, wincing. “Shit, baby…you’re so big…but it feels…so…good.” She dug the palms of her hands into his gut as she gently rode him, allowing him to gently spread her even wider until she was comfortable.

“I guess I’ve been away too long,” he said
in a low voice. He caressed her hip and looked lovingly into her eyes. “Just take your time, honey—we’ve got all night.” And she did, slowly gaining her momentum. They both quieted into sweet sighs, exchanging one for another. He looked up at her, palming her breasts as she continued to go up and down his shaft.

She is so amazing. So good-hearted. So lovely. How can I break her heart like this?

He swallowed hard and drowned in those big, dark brown eyes. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he felt a tug at his heart, then another; it killed him, but his body wouldn’t take no for an answer right then. Matter of fact, he wanted her so badly, he could no longer control himself. He found himself lifting off the bed and plunging into her, making the woman say things he’d never heard her utter before. He sank deeper into her, built up speed until he had her secured to his chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly, kissing her, loving her, anointing her, wanting her so much he thought he may burst. He thrust in and out of her so fast, his nuts slapped and clapped against her ass, the only noise besides the squeaking of the bed as he took what he needed with no apologies. She screamed and screamed like a virgin and he kept right on, unable to stop even if he’d wanted to.

“Uhhhh!”
He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, wanting her so badly, wanting to feel every bit of her.

“Oh God! Feels so good!” she hollered out
, holding onto him while he claimed her pussy as his own, over and over again. “Shit!” Her voice vibrated and rattled as he continued to work her body, popping her up and down with his unrelenting thrusts. He held back, determined to make her cum again before he exploded. He rose at an angle, his lower stomach grazing her clitoris, just as he’d read in one of Saint’s books. He wouldn’t dare admit it to the man, but once he applied many of the tips, it had done wonders for his sex life. His orgasms were more pronounced, and he could now give the love of his life multiple orgasms with the proper techniques. There were many things that could be said about Saint, nice things and not so nice things, but the man knew what he was talking about it when it came to making love. No questions asked.

Jagger shoved his tongue deep inside Traci’s mouth as he held the back of her head with one hand, and her lower back with the other.
She rubbed her breasts against his chest and shook with each push as he thrust relentlessly inside of her and finally, another orgasm ran through her body, making her lose herself. He relished that look in her eyes—that distant stare, her lips slightly parted as if she were whispering a sweet nothing, but nothing came out, nothing but a silent ‘thank you.’ Turning her on her stomach, he re-entered her, clutching her breasts as he delivered his cock like a gift, in and out of her, teasing her, drawing her pussy to him then pushing it away. He tenderly kissed her shoulder then increased his stride, going at her as if it would be their last time…and in a way, he thought it in fact may be.

“Uhhhh!”

He lunged forward and she gripped the sheets, dark red fingernails twisting and turning into the linens as she screamed out his name. “Jagger!”

“Uhhh! Uhhh!”

He came deep within her, his body trembling.

“Uhhh!....Uhhh….”
Letting his nose graze the top of her hair, he lay beside her and immediately his gut churned, filling with regret.

He felt her looking at him, but didn’t’ bother to
return her gaze. What now? What was he going to do? She moved closer to him, circling his chest hairs with her finger and out the corner of his eye, he witnessed a wicked smile spread across her face. Turning to her, he grinned and thumbed her nose affectionately. She propped herself on her elbow, looked down at him dreamily, like the sun rose and set on his very existence. She was madly in love with him, without a doubt. No one had ever loved him the way Traci did. She loved him as he was, with all his flaws. They had so much fun together. Her mere presence granted him the privilege of enjoying relaxation in an otherwise tense and stressful world. She brought out the clown in him and he wanted her to always feel wanted and protected. He’d never neglect her and he wanted to marry her, wanted a family with her…

His jealousy over Saint’s marriage and children only grew while he spent time with them in New York. He couldn’t say the man took for granted what he had
; Saint knew quite well he was blessed. Jagger loved the man like family, but it didn’t stop his growing desire to have a slice of the pie Saint sampled on a daily basis. He desired the same thing, the same kind of closeness with another human being, but the damned thing was so elusive. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why for some, it seemed so easy to live the American dream, but for him, it always felt as if it cost him nearly his life just to get close to it.

“One day I put a knife to my father’s throat…” he began, looking up at the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his heaving chest.

“What?” Traci asked, covering her beautiful naked body with the sheets as if they would protect her from whatever other shocking revelations he may have in store. He second-guessed himself after observing her, thinking he could just turn it into a joke and move along the same deceptive path he’d forced her to travel previously. But that wasn’t right. It was time to either shit or get off the pot.

“I haven’t told you much about him, except that we don’t talk.” Jagger swallowed
and slid one arm under his head. “My father was…
is
a bad person, Traci. I think I should tell you about him. I can start at the beginning. He is from New Jersey.”

“Right, you told me you were born there.”

“Yes, and then we moved to Colorado when I was young because that is where my mother’s family was from and she wanted to be back around her sisters. That’s where I met Lawrence. Our fathers had become friends, and he and I did the same. It was strange because Lawrence’s father is kind-hearted, and my father isn’t. We suspected he was trying to correct my father’s bad behavior, but it never worked. Anyway, if it weren’t for Lawrence, Traci, and his influence on me, I think…I
know
I would have gone through with it.”

“What would make you do something like that, Jagger?” she asked quietly, her tone soft and comforting, but her face exposing the truth. Saint had advised that he tell her when she was relaxed, and she was—but she was tensing up fast.

He just stared at her, studying her. Her eyebrows dipped low and a look of complete and utter disbelief took over her expression. He turned away, looked back at that vacant spot on the ceiling, the one that offered no assistance but he stared at it as if it were a gift from God and could throw down some sweet protection over this woman’s heart as well as his relationship.

“He was beating my mother. All the time. Day
and night.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. Traci took a loud deep breath and looked down at the small space between their bodies. She shook her head and ran her fingers delicately over his shoulder. Jagger
focused back on the ceiling.

“I came in the house. I’d been out with Lawrence and some of our other friends. It was late. We’d been out partying, well, the most partying a seventeen
-year-old in Colorado could do.” He wiped his nose. “I walked in, and my mother’s eye was all puffy and her lips busted. She was…about your complexion,” he said, shooting her a look, “but her natural skin tone was barely visible after he’d gotten through with her. Everything, and I mean
everything
was black, red or blue, except the whites of her eyes, like she was the damn Korean flag!” He gritted his teeth. “My brothers thankfully weren’t there at the time. They were on a weekend fishing trip with our grandfather…”

He felt her touch, but didn’t dare look at her again. If he did, he believed he’d break into a million pieces before he’d even got the nerve
to see this through.

“
She was sitting in the living room, in the dark, but I could see her and she knew it. Her bruises shone, like they were pretty, something to see. They shone because the blood was still oozing, and the traces of light from an open bathroom door caught the glimmer, like it was a lake of blood running down her face. I turned on the light in the living room and she put her hand over her face like a vampire, slinkin’ down into the chair. All she could say to me was ‘Don’t.’ She knew what I was getting ready to do and I stormed past her, opening all the doors in that house until I found him asleep in one of my brother’s beds. He had an empty bottle in his hand. He’d been out drinking all night. This was the worst I’d ever seen him do to her, and he could do it because no one was home to stop him. I walked into my room, removed my fish gutting blade from its sheath and went back in there, standing in the doorway, just staring at him until my mother came up behind me, screaming.”