Page 8 of Beacon Grove Chronicles 1: Hassan & Sylvia

“What’s worse is that I haven’t had sex in six months. And you? I’m guessing it hasn’t been more than a few months.”

“Yeah, an orgasm is the end result for men and we have less in the way of us achieving the goal. But a good one? It’s been a minute since I had that kind of nut.” I wasn’t about to lie on my dick and pretend like I hadn’t slid up in something this year.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?”

“Because look at you.” She gestured lazily with one hand and a smile on her face.

“You trying to hype me up for the dick, Sy?”

She giggled and all the stress that seemed to have been on her face when I first saw her seemed a distant memory.

“I shouldn’t have to in order for you to get the job done.”

“Nah, definitely don’t but it helps a man when his ego is being fed.”

“Feed me something else. And if I make another move on you and you turn me down I guess I’m stuck with a nigga like Dave for the rest of my life.”

Her blackmail worked and I stood up grabbing her hand as I reached for my wallet. Her giggles increased as I tossed several hundreds on the bar as a tip. We strode through the entrance of the restaurant and somehow managed to make it to the elevator unseen. I had no issue with someone seeing us but I wasn’t selfish enough to think that Sylvia wouldn’t face backlash if someone thought she was out here cheating back.

The doors closed quickly and Sylvia was pressed up against me in the elevator as we rode our way up. Her lips were on the side of my neck kissing her way up to my ear as her hand traveled down to my dick. I was biting back a groan as she sucked on my ear lobe and I needed her to chill before she got put up against the wall and fucked.

Somebody would leak the footage and then that would cause me a whole host of other problems. And the last thing I wanted was for her name to be smeared especially since she had kids.

As soon as the doors were opened I led Sy to the penthouse suite that I’d rented out. I knew if she changed her mind the couch was comfortable enough for me to still sleep well. Today had been a lot for her and I was still feeling like I was taking advantage of her by bringing her up here. But another part of me felt like she needed this based on how she was acting. I wasn’t being benevolent in the slightest because Sylvie was a bad muthafucka. But her actions combined with her words had me feeling like she needed some life changing dick. And I wasn’t about to deny her.

I opened the door to reveal the large, multi-room suite. We walked into the short foyer and could see the small kitchen, living room and the door to the bathroom. The powder room was to the left and the rest of the suite spread out to the right.

“I’ve lived here my whole life and have never seen this place.” Sylvia wasted no time kicking off her heels and making her way into the room. The roundness of her ass made it bounce in the silk of her skirt and I wasn’t too proud to admire the view.

“You staying by the door?” She pivoted on her toes turning back to me so that I had a full view of her body with the moon streaming in through the large windows.

“Nah. I can’t help but admire what I see.”

She looked flirtatiously over her shoulder and I knew I wasn’t going to be on the sofa tonight. “Admiring isn’t a hands on activity. You’re asking me about the last time I had an orgasm but you aren’t moving to do anything about it.”

My dick was damn near leaking with the way Sylvia was challenging the hell out of me. I wasn’t going to speak too much on it because I knew what I could do. It wasn’t arrogance but a determination that I wouldn’t let her leave this room until I’d achieved the goal of pleasing her. So her talking shit didn’t mean much other than me because I would have the last laugh.

I strode toward her checking her face to see if there was any hesitation. Instead of finding discomfort, she had the look of a woman who was anticipating what was to come.

I stood in front of her and she immediately lowered herself to the ground.

“Sy—”

“Shut up, Hassan. You’re doing too much talking.” She was talking shit directly to my dick and I swore she was trying to kill me. I liked bossy women. Loved someone who knew what they wanted and didn’t mind demanding it. One session was all it would take for me to discover what she liked and then anticipate her needs.

Damn, is that what I’m trying to do?

Her fingers had no problem with my belt and I stood waiting to see if she was going to falter. I shouldn’t have doubted her because when her fingers met my dick that had been waiting for her to acknowledge it, she licked her lips and made this little joyful sound. I was the one who was starting to get worried because in all my years I’d never had someone seem this thrilled at meeting my dick.

“I knew you weren’t going to be a disappointment.”

I helped slide my pants down my hips, allowing my dick to spring free. Sylvia’s eyes lit up again before she moistened her lips and took me to the back of her throat.

Sylvia was going to be a problem. Me having my dream girl deep throating my shit without gagging had me wanting to rip my damn sweater off my body and beat my chest.

“Take all that dick, Sisi, don’t think about stopping.” She giggled at my direction the feeling doing something extraordinary to my dick and forcing my toes to curl hard enough to scrape the insoles of my dress shoes.