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“Come on baby, stop squirming away. I’m hungry. Let me eat this pussy the fuck up ... mmmm!” He gripped her tighter, locking her legs with his arms. His lips curved upward in an impish grin, knowing she couldn’t help it ... she was storming, coming undone, shaking ... speechless.

I ... can’t ... leave you alone ... you got me feenin’ ... 
the music went on.

He looked down.
Xenia had stopped sucking him. With her head thrown back in ecstasy, she was getting full enjoyment from his treatment. His ego gave him a high-five as he kissed her inner thighs—his gourmet dinner.

“Wake up baby; you came so hard you passed out again.” He looked down between his legs and saw her eyes fluttering.

Every freakin’ day and every freakin’ night – I wanna freak ya girl, your body’s so freakin’ tight...

He pinched her inner thigh, causing just enough pain to bring her out of the sexual coma. She whimpered and droned as he circled his tongue with diligent pressure over her upright clit. The nub swelled even more from his tongue dance. He made love to the small bud, treating it as if it were a rare jewel, and then he felt her falling apart again, her thighs clamping across his ears, muffling the music as he continued to work on her, bringing out the best her body had to give.

“Eating my bride on the pool table,” he murmured. “Making her pussy scream and cream my name ... I heard this pussy whisper, ‘Saint’ tonight.” He moved his tongue faster and faster now, going in for the final kill.  “Writing me notes, dripping, wet, love letters all in my mouth, all over my lips ... drunk off this pussy, in love with this pussy ... ruining my goddamn table, Xenia. You’re so fucking wet! I will have to lick all that up; it would be a shame ... to waste any of this.”

And with that, she was gone, gone and gone—shaking violently, so much so, it looked as if she may be having a seizure. But he knew better, he’d seen it too many times before. Saint let it play out, delicately circling her pussy folds in slow, lazy circles with the tip of his tongue until her body finally released her from the exquisite climatic tremors.

“Oh ... my God,” she managed to finally utter after being tongue locked for so long. Saint delicately picked his flower up from the table and pulled her in his arms, her face to his. The over-powering orgasm had caused a tear to fall from her eye. Saint gently wiped it away before lowering his lips to hers, consuming her—letting her savor the epicurean banquet she’d given him. Her mouth curved against his and a smile blossomed as they kissed so deeply, a kiss fit for soulmates.

“You’re the love of my life ... you belong to me, baby,” he said softly as he slowly rocked her, holding her like a precious doll. She was still spent, barely there, as if he’d made her system shut down, like a machine that had short circuited. Saint kissed her lips softly, then set her flat down on the pool table. He looked down at her, his fingertips tracing over the delicate, soft dips of her body. He traced the thin trail of dark pubic hair in the triangle of her groin, enjoying the texture against his skin.

Then he lowered himself over her, judiciously opening her legs wide and positioning his lips right by her ear.

“I’m going to push deep inside of you, baby ... deep ... deeper ... the deepest.”

At his first thrust, she gave out a keening moan. He pushed his hungry cock into her saturated wetlands, her pussy lips grasping at the rigid rod of flesh. Saint peered down between their thrusting bodies, loving how the knotty ridges and veins on his rock hard dick looked and felt in her tightness. Her pussy was so right, perfectly fit for him, massaged every inch of him—rubbing against him, grasping at his dick, loving it and making him cry out. It was his turn to melt, to fall apart, to die a little bit as his Goddess turned him into a shell of the man he once was as the out of body experience turned him out.

“Oh God,
Xenia ... Oh, baby! You just don’t how good you feel!”

Keith Sweat serenaded, “Make it last forever…”

Saint’s thrusts increased as he bottomed her out, making her scream and shake under his weight. He breathed heavily; sweat cascaded down his face as he peered over his shoulder, at the red dot in the corner of the room. He winked at it, slowed, plunged his hand in one of the pool table pockets and retrieved a small remote. Suddenly, as the sweet lyrics continued to play, a small screen appeared, showing them earlier, eating and sucking each other.

“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?”