Page 69 of Beyond The Stars

Qamar caught the thong mid-air, a smirk playing on his lips as he brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her arousal. A flush crept up her cheeks, heat radiating through her body.

Oh my—” she squealed, laughter bubbling up as he tackled her onto the bed, his lips finding hers in a flurry of wild kisses that ignited her senses.

With a gentle yet firm grip, he pinned her hands above her head, his gaze softening as he took in every detail of her—her flushed cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

“Home,” he declared, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine, before trailing kisses down her body, his fingers teasingly tweaking her nipples. Her back arched off the bed, lost in a euphoric bliss that enveloped her, leaving her breathless and craving more.

Another deep inhale came when he was face to face with her throbbing pussy. Qamar used his middle and index finger to spread her fluffy bottom lips a part. “Pretty and pink,” he detailed out loud, making her whimper.

Headfirst, he devoured her, making sure to lick every nook and cranny. Her body shook as he pulled nut after nut out of her with his fingers and mouth before he dicked her down so good, she snored like a baby for the rest of the night and into the afternoon.

The sun hung low in the sky, over the bustling city as Siasia stood behind her camera, heart racing with anticipation. This was it—her first professional photoshoot for a high-end magazine, and the weight of the moment pressed against her chest. The air was electric, filled with the hum of creativity and the promise of something extraordinary.

Siasia wished she’d been a part of the evolution of Candi. There was something so special about the feminine energy behind her eyes. Of course, Candi told her a little but there was never enough time to run it all down, play by play. However, Siasia longed for the tangible place in which Candi currently resided in, more than she ever knew. The longing came to her when Qamar first opened his mouth and again when she met Candi in The Jig, looking like she didn’t belong.

Jay and Candi, the dynamic duo and their four kids, were the stars of the campaign—celebrating Black entrepreneurs who had carved their paths to success before turning forty. They exuded confidence, their laughter ringing out like music as they playfully posed against the backdrop of a vibrant mural that celebrated their heritage and triumphs.

Siasia adjusted her lens, capturing the way the sunlight danced off Candi's radiant skin, illuminating her features like a goddess. Candi's smile was infectious, a blend of warmth and determination that radiated through the frame. Jay, with his sharp jawline and charismatic presence, leaned in closer, their chemistry palpable. The way they interacted was a beautiful dance, a testament to their partnership both in business and in life.

“Just be yourselves,” Siasia encouraged, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach. “Let the world see your story.”

As they moved effortlessly, Siasia snapped away, each click of the shutter capturing not just their images but the essence of their journey—struggles, victories, and the unbreakable bond they shared. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows that intertwined with their silhouettes, creating a mesmerizing tableau of ambition and love.

In that moment, Siasia felt a swell of pride. This was more than just a job; it was a celebration of resilience and the beauty of Black excellence. She was honored to be the one to tell their story, to immortalize their achievements through her lens. Each photograph was a testament to their hard work, a reminder that dreams could be realized with passion and perseverance.

“Look this way, Cup and Cake,” she directed their twin girls who were thirteen now and little ladies. They were adopted young and although they still lived in Texas with their adoptive parents, they spent a lot of time with their biological mother.

You could tell Candi loved her children by the way she looked at them. Then there was Jayshun Black II who was only five followed by their three-year-old daughter, Confection. Candi was clearly on her rich people shit when she named her baby girl that. It was cute though. They were cute and Black love in physical form.

As the shoot wrapped up, Jay and Candi exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes sparkling with gratitude. Siasia felt a rush of joy, knowing she had captured not just their images but the very spirit of who they were. This was just the beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see where her journey as a photographer would take her next.

“It’s so damn nice out here,” Siasia commented, taking in the beautiful gardens of the Black Estate. Her heart danced with joy after she wrapped up the photoshoot. The golden sunlight filtered through the leaves of the garden, casting a warm glow on them.

“Thank you, boo. You can come back anytime.” Candi’s eyes told her the invitation was real. It wasn’t the one when people offered to be nice, knowing damn well they never wanted to see you again. Candi was sincere.

Qamar locked his finger into Siasia’s under the table. “You really keep trying to steal my girl.”

“Told you, I used to swing both ways.” Candi cackled when Jay glared at her.

They settled around a rustic wooden table adorned with colorful dishes, the aroma of grilled vegetables and spiced chicken wafting through the air, filling them with a sense of contentment. The clinking of glasses and the sound of their playful banter created a symphony of happiness that wrapped around the table like a cozy blanket.

“Buy me one of these,” Siasia joked with Qamar.

He chewed his chicken before asking, “You serious?”

Her head fell back. “I wouldn’t know what to do with all this damn land. It’s nice to visit, but I ain’t no country girl, for real. My mama from Alabama so it might be in my blood.”

“For real, what part?” Jay asked.

“I don’t know. She left and I ain’t been back since I was about six or seven. We don’t talk to family or go to family reunions.” She shrugged her shoulder like it was no big deal.

“What’s her last name?”

“Ford,” Siasia retorted with the quickness. If someone could put her in touch with some family, she was all for it.

Jay rested his chin on his hand. “I don’t think I know any Fords.”

“Hell, me either,” she joked, and they all laughed to lighten the mood.

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