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Hungrily—with great need—he r
eached down between them and grabbed his throbbing shaft, brandishing a new, beautiful erection he had full intentions of using. She gave a loud moan when he entered her again, for the third time that evening, forcing her wide open with his slick girth. He rocked his pelvis, pivoted back and forth, jabbed from the left to the right repetitiously as he pushed into her body, vibrating the bed with each forceful lunge.

“Mmmm
… baby!” he yelled as he continued to masterfully pump and thrust. “Gotta make up for lost time. … Uhhh!” he hammered deeply, causing her to claw at his slippery back as he kept working her over with all of his might.

He looked down at her, watch
ed her coo and wiggle as her fingers ran up and down the nape of his neck. Breathing austerely, he reached over her shoulder and gently moved her hand to hold it, loving her embrace. He continued to stare down at her as he propelled forward, made fervent, fanatical love to her quaking temple. He sucked his bottom lip, turned on by her sexy whispers and mumbles as she became lost inside of her newest orgasm.

“You want another one, baby?” he asked, small droplets of sweat flow
ing down his face.

Xenia
shook, vibrating in his grip, possibly unable to answer as the orgasmic tremors continued to take over her body. He heard it again—the juddering of his phone on the nightstand. Ignoring it, he lifted his Queen up in his arms. Still unsteady, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He turned her onto her stomach, spreading her across the bed, and covered her with his body, pressed his hard pelvis into her soft, rounded ass cheeks. Wrapping one arm around the front of her waist, their body pressure now bearing down on his hand, he took his other arm and dove down between her legs, lightly sliding his digits over her pussy, making her buck her ass into his pubic hair.

He couldn’t make out her incoherent utterances, but he knew all too well what it meant. He continued on, open
ed her thighs wider with his knee, and slowly entered her, making her scream at the top of her lungs as he immersed himself completely inside of her, touching her core.

“Uhhh!
  ... Uhh! Uh!” He thrust, forcing her body to jar violently back and forth as he kept his finger on her trigger. “This is what you get…” he susurrated. “Falling asleep, knowing I wanted some of that pussy…” He laughed, feeling her vibrate under him as she, too, giggled.

“I’m sorry
… it’s … the … show … I tried to stay … awake … ahhh!”

He snatched his hand from her zone, rose, and pinned her left shoulder down as he fucked her hard and steady.

“Two damn nights in a row…” He frowned. “You know I need your pussy, baby,” he said breathlessly. Then, as if a light switch came on, he changed his tone to dark and sinister. “You will pay for being so goddamn stingy!”

He
continued to push in and out of her. He hadn’t been able to rouse her that previous morning, nor that afternoon. But this evening, he would no longer be denied.

Xenia
looked over her shoulder and up at him, smiling wide. “Yessssss! … Make me pay, baby!”

He pulled out of her, snatched her up from the disheveled bed into his strong arms and pressed her abruptly against the cool, hard bedroom wall.
Reaching over, he smacked a panel nearby, causing the lights to turn off and a strobe light to begin while heavy base dubstep music blared. Jamiroquai’s
Blue Skies
in techno-bass and its induced, ear splitting chords wondrously pulsated through both of their wet, orgasmic-filled bodies. The vibrations extended even inside of her pussy, which palpitated and swelled against this hungry dick.

The music was so delectably loud, the subwoofers in the wall blasting and shaking as
if they were having seizures. Xenia’s eyes widened and her lips parted. He smirked, enjoying her display. He knew,
she knew
that something
outrageous
was getting ready to happen … and oh, how he loved surprising her.

A brash noise, much like that of a power drill,
screamed obnoxiously loud bass, blasting from the thumping speakers switched to a variant heart-pounding dance tune that threatened to cause the molecular cell structures in their ear canals to rave and collide. He looked into her piercing dark brown eyes, his heart about to beat out of his chest as he prepared to turn up the notch on the seductive festivities…

****

Xenia bit down hard on her full bottom lip as he slowly slid her down the wall, carried her away and swung their bedroom door open. He took her to the top of their winding staircase.

Oh shit, I knew it
. Every time we go too long without sex, this is what happens. … He wears me out, does crazy shit. I wanted it, I have no idea how I kept falling asleep like this. Never mind that, he is going to kill my pussy. The last time this happened, he was out of town for four days. He came home and attacked me, right there in the laundry room. I couldn’t even get my clothes off. … He slammed the door and locked it so the kids wouldn’t see. Up on the dryer, he turned it on and fucked me fast, sideways. No warning, nothing … felt so damn good ...

Xenia
continued to reminisce as she watched Saint drift into obscure thoughts. During the laundry room tryst, she’d tried to not think of the bleach and detergent spilling all over the floor any further, making a disaster. Instead, she focused on the moment, and now she was doing the same.

Her soft, big, curly afro had been pinned into a wondrous puff
; now, the clip and flower were lost. It had happened some time between her husbands repeated manhandling of her nature and his sensual kisses up and down her weakened body. It wasn’t uncommon for him to give her five different hairstyles before their lovemaking sessions were over. She chuckled inside at the thought as she ran her fingers through her soft coif.

S
till blaring loudly throughout the house, the music was no worry; their children were spending the night at their grandmother’s with their cousin and aunt. She knew Saint meant what he said—that he’d be making up for lost time.

She wanted him so badly; she tried to stay up but then,
she would succumb to her overwhelming exhaustion. She’d been working hard for her new radio talk show and it had worn her down—and now, he was going to wear her down too, bit by bit, flesh to flesh;
she was done for.
She knew he was possessive of not only her, but also their sex life. He treated it like a living, breathing independent entity that needed to be fed and loved, and his intensity for it never lessoned. It only grew stronger, more demanding and nastier...

Before she knew it, he walked down a few steps then sat down on one, having her face him and straddle his lap. She wrapped her warm thighs around his waist and looked him in the eye
, while tracing his bare, sweaty chest with her fingertips, to his navel. Then he lifted her up, and she braced herself when he grabbed his thick, long cock and pushed half-way up inside of her, causing her to fall to the side, to shudder and moan.

“Mmmmm! Oh, S
aint…” she cried as she pressed her eyes closed, anticipating his next move.

He
tightened his hold as he moved his bare ass up and down off the steps, going down, down, down, one by one, thrusting inside of her tight, wet canal a few times on each step while he maneuvered his way slowly but surely. They sighed simultaneously, going into some strange, tantric trance and dance of him fastening her to his in-motion body, his pelvis rotating, as he moved deeply inside of her. She opened her eyes then quickly closed them again as he buried himself all the way, shocking her senses.

“Oh shit
,” Xenia uttered as she held on to him, her body limply accepting the sweet fucking he was administering.

He crawl
ed down the steps slowly, like a crab, twisting his waist in strange, sharp, rhythmic ways as he continued to push into her with careful precision. The hardness of his dick, the coolness of the steps and the way he took the curves of the staircase was just too much to bear. She started to cum again, to rain down on his stiff, hungry dick, to coat him in her syrupy appreciation. Grabbing the back of her head, he forced her closer toward him and slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, to match the tempo of his whirling pelvis. He released her as they locked eyes.

“Yes, baby, that’s it
,” he said in a low voice as he continued to move inside of her, pumping deeper and deeper.

Keeping his balance, he continued to make his way down the steps until she was a human puddle in his embrace. He cupped her chin and
forced her to look into his eyes. His stare was intense—eyes narrowed as he wrapped his arm around her waist and started to go back up the steps in reverse, winding, pumping and thrusting  ...  making her lose her goddamn mind.

“Oh God!” she screamed as another series of orgasms seized her languid body
.

This time he fucked
her faster, harder—his stroke long and forceful as he carefully navigated his way backwards. The bouncing up and down, his dexterity and the hellacious sexy look in his eyes was too much for her to take.

“Carnage
...” was all she could muster.

A wide smile creased her damp face
as the bass from the loud techno-dubstep music continued on.

“
Carnage? I’m killin’ that pussy, baby? It’s a massacre, huh? Murder that shit...” He smiled, maintaining his pace. He was in complete control, and kept his balance as if he were a professional tight rope artist. “It’s
my
pussy. I’ll do what I want to it … and I want that divine pussy all over my dick … all … night … long … keep … pussy hugging … that … dick! Take all that mothafuckin’ dick!”  he hissed as he kept moving in rhythm to the music, the entire way.

“Mmmm, I am. ... Believe me, I want all that dick, baby. You gon’ learn, today,” she teased as she glared at him, their bodies rocking back and forth against one another.

“Well shit, keep doing what you’re doing to ... me ... goddamn it! I’ve been a
bad
boy. Teach me a mothafuckin’ lesson, make me pay.”

Xenia
chuckled but soon stopped, gasping as Saint drew all the way back, then shot back inside of her swiftly and without warning—balls deep.

Almost fifteen minutes later, S
aint made his way back up to the top of the steps, covered in sweat from head to toe.

H
e leaned his head back and trembled relentlessly beneath her, holding her so tightly, she almost couldn’t breathe. He took one arm and hooked it over the gold banister, his long fingers gripping it with all of his might, causing the veins in his wrist to extend and seem to pulsate under his light, golden skin.
Here … he … goes…

“Uh! Uhhhh! Uh! Uhhhh! Uh! Uh!!! Fuck!!!”
He moved so fast, so fucking hard, his big cock slamming inside of her so deep that she had to rub her stomach, sure he was in there, too…

“Fuuuck!”
He rose. His damp hair fell onto her breasts as he pressed her down roughly onto his groin, making her take every rigid, pulsating inch of his ravenous cock. He disappeared inside of her as if his life depended on it.

“S
aint! Shit!” she screamed breathlessly as he forced her to cum again with his thrusts.

Her next orgasm arrived, jerkily climbing through her entire body, right along with the blasting music while he repeatedly banged his groin into her clit and his thickness, spreading her wide open,
demanded her pussy embrace, probing every nerve inside of her. Her pussy latched onto his dick and never let go. He pulled his head away from her breasts and looked deeply into her eyes. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck, baby! Take all of that, baby! All that fucking cum! Ahhhh!”

He shot the warm liquid, his dick blasting off inside of her like a machine gun. His eyes rolled as he continued to scream and release, scream and release.

“
Xenia, oh … my God … damn!”

H
e continued to shake beneath her. He looked so helpless as he winded down … almost like he could just cry. He released the banister and held her back, thrusting softly, lightly, as her pussy took his final silky emissions. Xenia smiled at him, kissed his lips softly as he completely settled. Then, he held her steady as she shifted onto his lap. He rubbed her chin, smiled sexily and said, “Now
that
… was the stairway to heaven…”

H
e gently kissed her, rubbing his lips up and down hers before snaking his tongue back inside of her mouth…

***

Saint exited the bathroom, a thick black towel wrapped around his sculpted body while soft chillstep music now played, replacing his beloved jerky, heavy bass tunes from just moments before. Xenia remained at her bathroom sink, brushing her teeth. He looked around the bedroom.

“Baby,” he called out
. “Have you seen my phone? It was here on the nightstand and now it’s gone.”

“Yeah, it fell on the floor. Look by the side, there,” she yelled back around a mouth full of toothpaste. He looked back at her and winked.