That Bona Fide Hood Love

by Shvonne Latrice

  “No… no, he didn’t. He just said he was coming over to have dinner with us,” my father replied.

  “So how did you two meet since it wasn’t in the church?” My mom’s eyes bounced between us.

  “We met at the mall. After that, we’d been dating for a while, and things got pretty serious, so I proposed.”

  I noticed as I spoke, Kasslyn had a weird look on her face, but I wasn’t sure why.

  “Excuse me. Where is the bathroom?” Kasslyn stood up.

  “Go straight back, and it’s to the right. The door will be open,” my mom let her know. As soon as Kasslyn left the living room area, my mother added, “Jamal, what happened to Catharine?”

  “I already told you Catharine and I weren’t a match. Kasslyn and I have a connection.”

  “And you didn’t feel the need to bring her up prior to today? This is not how we do things in this family.” My father frowned.

  “Why am I always the one that’s supposed to follow the rules? Y’all don’t ever say anything to Kaseem about what he do and how he’s sleeping with a hundred women. I bring one girl to you, who I plan to marry, and I’m the bad son.”

  “Relax, sweetheart. We just hold you up to a higher standard. Kaseem is a lost cause in that department. We just expect better from you because you’ve always been the perfect son.” My mama half smiled, reaching across the small coffee table to rub my knee.

  “Yeah, well you guys are gonna have to get used to me making my own decisions, and sometimes, it’s not gonna be what you want. Now, I love Kasslyn, and I’m going to marry her.”

  I spoke so convincingly I almost believed it as well.

  “I hope so, son, because marriage is serious. You become joined in more ways than one, and despite the normalcy that has been placed on divorce in this generation, it is still frowned upon. So I hope Kasslyn is someone you’re willing to work through issues with and be with for decades to come.” My pops gave me a stern look, making me swallow a big ass lump at the sound of his words.

  Before I could say anything in response, Kasslyn returned and came to sit next to me.

  For the next hour, my parents grilled her, but I saved her, answering anything I felt she wouldn’t be able to, before the food was finally ready. We ate, talked some more, and finally, she and I were able to leave.

  “Who is Catharine, Jamal?” Kasslyn asked as I drove down the street.

  That question caught me off guard, so all I could say was, “Huh?”

  “Your mother asked about Catharine, so I want to know who she is.”

  “Just a girl from the church that they expect me to be with. She’s not really anybody to be worrying about.”

  “You don’t like her?”

  “What? No, I like you!”

  “I don’t know. The way they asked was if you’d once entertained the idea of being with her.”

  “Well I haven’t. You just took things the wrong way.”

  It got quiet for a few blocks then Kasslyn added, “How are we supposed to have a real marriage if you can’t even be honest with your family about how we met and my sexual history?”

  “Things of that nature are our business, Kass. So what if they think we met at the mall. I’m only saying it to protect you.”

  “To protect me or to protect your reputation? Sounds like you’re embarrassed, and I don’t want to marry someone who is embarrassed of me.”

  “I’m not embarrassed of you, and watch your tone. I’m to be your husband, and as your husband, you’ll talk to me with a certain level of respect. Now that you are about to be my wife, you’re not the same Kasslyn as before, so there is no need to bring up your past. You got it?” I finally turned to look her in the eyes since I’d come to a red light. She was staring me down with a slightly puzzled expression.

  “Then maybe we shouldn’t get married.”

  “Too late for that.” I pulled off.

  “Actually, it’s not. I can pack my things and go right back to Jane’s. In fact, I will.”

  I laughed. Kasslyn really thought she was running something here, and that couldn’t be further from the case.

  “Actually, you won’t.”

  “You can’t control what I do, Jamal.” She chuckled.

  “Yeah I can. Because see, if you go back to Jane’s or call yourself leaving me, I will report that whole operation to the authorities. I’ve studied law for more years than you could fathom, and I know just how to take Jane, all the ladies, and especially you, down. So either you marry me, or you go to jail for prostitution. Now that is something a man in your future might be embarrassed of.”

  4

  Kasslyn

  I listened to Jamal talk to me like I was some whore he picked up, and I guess that was exactly what I was. I’d only agreed to marry this man because I thought he was a sweet guy who, although I didn’t love, I would learn and grow to eventually.

  But hearing him speak to me like I was nothing and beneath him had changed things for me drastically. I didn’t know what I’d gotten myself into, and even though I wanted out, I didn’t know how to escape. I didn’t know if Jamal was bluffing, because I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did, so I wasn’t going to chance it and end up in jail.

  I stayed silent the rest of the ride, just trying to swallow such a hard pill. Here I was thinking I was about to improve on my life, but I was realizing this situation was worse. Only upside was now I didn’t feel so bad about letting Kaseem eat my pussy. My body tingled at the thought.

  “I don’t need you to walk me, Jamal.” I stopped him when I saw he was following me around the side of the main house.

  “Suit yourself.”

  He quickly turned right around, and I watched, seeing he went back to his car instead of into the house. It was after 7 p.m., so I had no idea where he was headed. I was slightly suspicious before, but after seeing this other side of him, my distrust had heightened.

  Going into the back house, I went to have a bubble bath then spread some body oil on before slipping on my robe. Just as I slid some fuzzy socks onto my feet, I heard someone using a key to get in. Quickly hopping up, I tightened my white robe to go tell Jamal I wasn’t in the mood to talk, but when I saw fine ass Kaseem, I stopped in my tracks. His back was slightly turned as he closed the front door, locking it.

  Per usual, he was in some sweats with the matching hoodie, socks, and slides.

  “Hey…” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. When he turned to look at me with those pretty brown eyes, I felt like I could barely stand.

  “What’s good?” He licked his lips as he sat down on my couch, letting his cologne permeate the air.

  “Nothing. I’m just about to go to bed.”

  “Nah, you not. Come sit down.”

  I paused for a moment but then went to sit down next to him. I had no panties on and no bra either.

  “What?”

  Reaching over, he gripped my shoulders and pressed them downward, which was embarrassing yet again because it showed how tense I was. Why did this keep happening?

  “Just came to holla at you for a minute… see how you was doing after meeting my peoples.”

  The way he stared into my eyes made me nervous, but I did my best to not seem so jumpy.

  “I’m doing okay. I don’t think they like me. I couldn’t really be myself around them, and I barely talked.”

  “Why? You that damn afraid of my fucking parents?” Kaseem raised a brow. Every facial expression he made was alluring.

  “No. Your brother doesn’t want them to know where he met me, and every question they asked seemed to divert back to how we met. So, I, of course, had to keep quiet and let Jamal do most of the talking.”

  I didn’t want to mention that the virgin part was a lie, because that was one Jamal made me tell to Kaseem too. I didn’t know how he’d react if I told him such a thing, and he wasn’t exactly the warmest person.

  “Y’all gon’ be married and can’t even keep it real, huh?” K
aseem smirked, shaking his head as he looked off momentarily.

  “You think your brother loves me?”

  “I don’t fucking know. I ain’t him. You said yes to his marriage proposal, so clearly you believe the shit, right? Fuck you asking me for?”

  “You know what? I don’t know why I thought I could have a civilized conversation with you.” I quickly shot up, but before I could storm off, Kaseem gripped my wrist and yanked me into his lap.

  Here I was, straddling him in this tiny robe that was falling open, and with no panties on. His hands grabbed my ass and gave it a hard squeeze as he looked up into my eyes, allowing his teeth to sink down into his plump bottom lip.

  I was so worried I would ruin his sweats, because I was already wet and leaking that quickly. However, instead of hopping up from his lap, I pressed my lips against his and didn’t even flinch when his tongue entered my mouth.

  “Relax,” Kaseem demanded when I tried to stop him from loosening my robe completely.

  I complied, not saying a word as he pushed it down my arms. His lips were slightly parted as he ogled my breasts and then let his eyes cascade down the rest of my frame as I sat in his lap, frozen.

  He started to kiss my collarbone gently, while caressing my body, before latching his mouth onto my nipples.

  “Mmm.” I tossed my head back, enjoying the feeling of his large hands assaulting me and his warm mouth against my skin.

  He swirled his tongue around my left nipple, before gently biting it then sucking. He kept doing that to both nipples, and before I knew it, juices were pouring from my body and onto his lap. I was waiting for him to blow up, but instead, he rose, locking my body against his and wrapping my legs around his built frame.

  We kissed hungrily as he carried my naked body to the back where the bedroom was. Throwing me down onto the bed, he shut the door then began removing his hoodie. I saw the stain I left on his sweats, before he took those off too. Moments later, he was naked, looking like a chiseled statute dipped in pure cacao. His skin was so beautiful and dark, covered in artwork.

  I swallowed hard at the sight of his dick as he approached the bed, allowing it to swing. Although I was no virgin, I was beyond afraid of what was about to take place. This was my fiancé’s brother, and I hadn’t had sex in years.

  “You so damn bad.” Kaseem spoke against my neck before sucking it. I was hot as hell and ready like the hoe that I was being right now.

  “I think… I think I should go to sleep.” I whimpered, feeling him roughly spread my legs to allow himself in between them.

  I didn’t know what the fuck I was saying. I wanted this, but the coward in me didn’t. I was just beyond attracted to Kaseem, physically and sexually, and now it was out of my control.

  “You can go to sleep later. Right now, I wanna fuck you,” he replied lowly in his deep, raspy, and sexy voice. As he talked, he slipped his fingers inside of me, carefully gliding in and out.

  My nails dug deeply into his muscular arms, as I bit down on my lip, feeling another orgasm on the horizon. I could feel that the sheets under me were wet from me spilling everywhere already.

  “Kaseem…” I sniveled, closing my eyes as he suckled my bottom lip while using his fingers to fuck me. I knew his whole hand was soaked, even though only two fingers were inside.

  He took the condom that he’d placed on the nightstand by my head, and then ripped it open to slide down on himself. He got back into position, placing my legs over his forearms. We made eye contact as he pressed the head of his dick at my opening, before forcing the tip inside.

  I whimpered and cried softly as he lowered his body down onto me to kiss me slowly while he eased the rest of himself inside. This felt nothing like the sex I’d had with Elliot. For one, Kaseem was very well endowed, and he also seemed to know his way around a pussy more.

  His slow strokes soon moved to faster ones, making me press the back of my head into the pillow and dig my nails into his strong back. I could hear him going inside of me loud and clear because of how sopping wet my middle was.

  “Shit,” he groaned, fucking me harder until I came, body trembling under his hard one.

  Smoothly and swiftly, he turned me over as I attempted to catch my breath. I felt his lips trail from my shoulders and down my back, before he kissed my ass cheeks. Spreading them, he began sucking my clit, while massaging and groping my ass, which made me explode fairly quickly. He didn’t stop until I was scraping the sheets and crying out loudly from experiencing two more orgasms. What the fuck was all of this? No wonder Everly acted the way she had.

  I thought we were done, but Kaseem gripped my hips, putting my ass in the air, before slipping his dick back inside of me. His hands snaked through my hair, before he held my strands tightly and began fucking me so hard I couldn’t even moan.

  I stayed there paralyzed, as he beat it up doggy-style while groaning and yanking on my hair. If someone described this to me, it would sound horrible, but it felt amazing. So amazing that I was cumming down his shaft nonstop. He didn’t slow up once though, until he reached his peak, giving me four very hard humps.

  Moments later, he pulled out of me, leaving the room, and the next thing I knew, I had dozed off.

  Kaseem

  The next morning…

  As I ate the last of my waffles, I looked over some emails that had been sent to me from my team at Opulence. Responding to a few, I noticed my brother walk in, giving me a faint ass smile before going into the fridge.

  “How was yesterday?” I asked purposely.

  “It went great, just like I knew it would. Ma and Pops loved Kasslyn.” Jamal filled a white bowl with cereal before adding milk.

  “Damn, so I guess I was wrong.” I eyed his lying ass as he came to sit across from me.

  “You were.”

  “So where was yo’ ass at last night? I went by ya room to chop it up with you, and you weren’t there.”

  I wanted to hear what the fuck he had to say. This nigga had always been home and sleep by 10 p.m. since I’d known his ass, so for him to be out in the streets and not with Kasslyn had me wondering. I purposely checked his room since Kasslyn had mentioned before that he’d been staying out late occasionally.

  “Went to see a client.”

  “At night? Fuck kind of client is this?”

  “Damn, Seem, I’m grown. Why I can’t leave the house late at night without being questioned?”

  “Because it ain’t like you, nigga. Even yo’ fiancée is worried about yo’ ass.”

  “My fiancée? She complained?” Jamal’s lids lowered.

  “Not complained but mentioned the shit in passing. If I’m being honest, it don’t seem like you give a fuck about her.”

  “What? How you know?”

  “Tell me something about her, Jamal. Something about her background, what you like about her, why you love her ass so much that you had to propose.”

  Jamal glared at me for a moment before looking off briefly.

  “I just do.”

  “See, you don’t know shit about the girl. You probably ain’t never even fucking asked.”

  “What, you want her or something?”

  “She may be better off.”

  “Kaseem, no.” Jamal shook his head, tightening his lips. “Don’t even think about it. Plus, I’m sure you’re not her type.”

  “Want me to find out?” I smirked, seeing how pissed he was. “Calm the fuck down. I ain’t gon’ touch ya fucking girl. But you keep moving the way you do, leaving her lonely and acting like she don’t mean shit to you and another muthafucka will.”

  A part of me wanted to tell Jamal to let Kasslyn go so I could move in on her ass, even more than I already had. But I knew deep down I wasn’t ready for no real shit, so it was no point in me going that extra mile.

  Kasslyn was dope, pretty as fuck, and her pussy was perfect, but at the end of the day, I enjoyed being a bachelor. Now, maybe if she, Everly, and Rhea could work some shit out, then I could possibl
y fuck with that. But as far as it just being the two of us… never.

  So for now, I would continue to let my brother put on this charade, and hopefully, Kasslyn would still let me hit when I wanted to. And nah, I didn’t feel guilty, because a blind man could see that Jamal didn’t love Kasslyn, and vice versa.

  “Yeah, true. It’s just, I don’t know what to do.” Jamal sighed.

  “Start with not staying out all night. She may not live up here with us, but she can see, Jamal. And learn some more shit about her. You can’t even spit facts to me about her, but you love her? You don’t even know what the fuck you love.”

  Jamal nodded and then drank the milk in his cereal bowl before hopping up.

  “Thanks for the advice.” He placed the bowl in the sink. “But despite what you think, big bro, I do love Kasslyn, and I meant what I said about staying away from her. Keep the distance between y’all.”

  “You don’t want me close to my possible sister-in-law?”

  “No.”

  I nodded in response, and Jamal just stared me down skeptically. Moments later, he left the kitchen, so I got back to handling some computer work. My phone rang seemingly seconds later, and I saw it was Rhea.

  “What?” I answered, frowning as I read the email pulled up on my laptop.

  “Damn, why you have to answer so rudely?”

  “Rhea, what the fuck you want? You been blowing me up for twenty-four fucking hours straight. Get to the fucking point ’fore I hang up on yo’ ass.”

  Sighing, she replied, “I just miss you. You haven’t been to see me in two weeks.”

  “Busy.” I spoke dryly as I watched Kasslyn enter the kitchen. Her perfume floated through the air, which was pleasant as hell. She had on tights, per usual, and a little ass top, showing off her next to perfect ass body. Her dark chocolate skin looked like she’d dipped herself in silk, and her dark hair was pulled into a ball at the nape of her neck.

  “Hello!” Rhea barked, pulling me from my intense ass gaze on Kasslyn. I thought she was beautiful as fuck before, but now that I’d hit, I was on her ass even tougher.