Page 34 of Beacon Grove Chronicles 1: Hassan & Sylvia

“I won’t complain but I will tell you to go deeper and harder.”

He pulled at his belt removing everything left on his body and kicking his shoes off at the same time.

“I’mma take care of you but you gotta remember to be quiet. Put that pussy in the air for me, Sisi.”

I stripped and did exactly what he said as my face went to the mattress and my ass went up in the air. Hassan smacked one cheek then the other and moaned as I wiggled my ass in the air. I was giggling at his reaction until I felt his tongue swipe my entire pussy before tonguing my ass.

“Hassan!” I was moaning loud as hell but I couldn’t help it because he felt so good.

“Don’t wake them babies, Sisi. You do that or lose this arch and I’m gone stop.” He was so calm as he spoke against my pussy before taking my clit into his mouth. My hips bounced as he sucked before I felt his hands creep up before sliding into my slick walls. It felt so good I almost collapsed on the bed but I know he would be true to his words and stop if I did.

Hassan slurped, licked, and used his fingers to bring me to the first orgasm I hadn’t given myself since the last time I was with him. I swallowed my moan and felt like I was seeing stars as my body shook and spasmed from my release. I didn’t have time to speak as the bed dipped and he entered me with one stroke.

“Gotdamn this pussy gripping me, Sisi.” My fingers were clawing into the sheets trying to keep my moans down as each stroke made me feel overstimulated. I still felt little electric shocks and Hassan’s dick was only intensifying them.

“Has…san…it’s too much.” I was whining but whispering to keep my voice down because I didn’t want him to stop.

“I know that ain’t true, my love, ‘cause I can feel how much she missed me. She welcomed me right on home. How you think you can’t handle something that was made for you, baby?” He slapped my cheek again groaning at either the sight of my ass or the feel of my pussy. I didn’t care either way I was just happy he had taken control of my pleasure. His hands were on my hips guiding me just how he wanted. His hands stroked the skin of my back like the front of his thighs against the backs of mine and his dick inside of me wasn’t enough contact. I felt my arms quiver and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last longer. Instead of giving up I started to throw my ass back so he could come with me.

“Hassan—”

“Keep throwing that ass back just like that, baby. Pull this first nut out of your dick. Talking about you can’t handle it but you doing that shit, mama. About to make me cum all in this wet pussy, baby.”

The strain in his voice made me go harder and soon he was gripping my shoulder so he could deliver even deeper strokes. My body locked up as waves of pleasure rippled over me and I felt Hassan give one final thrust before his dick started to pulse. It was only then that I allowed my arms to give out and he followed directly behind me. His weight on my back felt welcomed and I struggled to catch my breath as my core continued to pulse.

“Sisi?”

“Yes, Hassan?”

He kissed the back of my shoulder before he said, “I hope you know, we gone be in here fucking all night.”

HASSAN

“THIS NIGGA WALKS back into town and got everybody talking. Yo’ ass always did make an entrance, pretty bastard.”

I could only grin at my cousin Cass, short for Casanova, as he stepped out from behind his barber’s chair. The only competition he’d had was this lame named David who’d died a few years back. His cuts had been terrible but that was due to his shop being more of a front for him running drugs. Of course Yacouba’s lady had taken care of that nigga so no one else had to. The hit was assigned to me with a few others having my back but it was crazy as hell to watch her slide up in the house and drop that nigga for trying to come for her man. Making that phone call that Yacouba’s girl had done the deed and I was just on clean to ensure she didn’t get caught was crazy.

“What’s good, cuz?” We embraced one another briefly before stepping back. Cass had the same amber-colored Beacon eyes that folks always talked about. Leave it to people in a small town to think a genetic anomaly was something special. It was even worse for the people in the family who didn’t inherit them. Many marriages in the family were strained cause muthafuckas didn’t understand a damn punnet square.

“Not too much but I see you’ve got the niggas losing they mind.”

“What you mean?”

He motioned for his chair and I was glad he knew I’d come here to get my shit shaped up. There weren’t too many people waiting but they knew when family walked in, we took priority. I sat down happy to relax for a minute since my brain had been going a mile a minute.

“Bruh, you know how many people have been going after Sylvia since Dave fucked up? She shut everyone down and now here comes your ass on the scene staking a claim.”

I let a smile ease on my face. It wasn’t arrogant but I could feel a sense of pride that my lady didn’t deal with any of these niggas. Cass wrapped the drape around my neck before he got to work edging me up. My cut wasn’t complicated but if I wasn’t doing it myself Cass was the only person I trusted with my shit. My hair was dense as fuck and most barbers ain’t want to take the time to work with it. It was a damn shame when niggas didn’t even want to do afro-textured hair. I looked at my hair as a gift from my ancestors so I wasn’t about to condemn it for not fitting into white people ideals.

“Crazy how I been back a little over a month and these folks ain’t found no new business but what me and Sisi got going on. That nigga Dave ain’t seen his kids since someone let him know we were having lunch together and shit. He talk all that noise to her but he too pussy to come and say some shit to me. He gotta be running from me because I ain’t seen his bitch ass yet.”

After I had the family date with Sisi and she allowed me to slide back in her heaven I’d been stuck. If I wasn’t coming over with dinner or sitting down to enjoy what Sylvia made we were going out to eat. And every time afterward I was knocking Sisi’s walls down because I was a proud fiend for her pussy. I knew Ms. Geraldine’s nosy ass wasn’t getting no sleep because she’d been camping out by her front door or her picture window to see when I left. A few nights my Black ass slipped up and fell asleep in the pussy and had to hustle out the damn window so the kids wouldn’t see me in the bed with their mama. I didn’t mind because it was still new for us and them but I wouldn’t lie that I looked forward to the day that I didn’t have to. Work hadn’t needed me but I checked in every time I was in Atlanta on family business. This type of pace for my life felt right and I was glad shit had slowed down and I had a family to enjoy it with. We had plans to take the kids on vacation before school started back and I was looking forward to that as much as they were.

“You know when it comes to the people ‘round here they’re going to do whatever they can to know what the hell we got going on. They seem to think we the first family and shit. I know it’s because Malik’s ass is the fucking mayor and Junior is the head of the damn city council.” Cass looked annoyed as he tilted my head to the side and cleaned up my temple. He was the same complexion as me but slightly taller. His skin was covered in tattoos that he had his friend over in Renton design for him. His edge up was always crisp because he used a straight edge on it every other day.

I couldn’t nod and risk fucking up my line but Cass was right. “That side of the family loves being in control too much to ever let someone else have a shot. But at least they good at the shit so I can’t complain about it.” There always seemed to be someone from one branch of our family or the other that was in the middle of the political scene here locally and even statewide. It would never be for me but it didn’t hurt to have family that could look out.

“Nah. That’s the good and bad about the Grove. But are they right? You and ol’ girl for real an item?” Cass looked at me expectantly like he was going to stick up for Sisi if I wasn’t coming correct behind her.