Page 34 of Hood Legacy

“Come take a shower with me,” I said to Legacy as I pulled some ball shorts from the dresser. She looked up from her phone with a surprised look, and I chuckled. This girl was funny as shit without even trying. Her reactions to everything were so pure, and I could tell she was out of her element with a lot of shit when it came to me, but I was cool with that, too.

“Why?” she asked, and I shrugged. “So, you just want me to shower with you just because?”

“Yeah,” I said as I closed the drawer. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the dresser. “Is that a problem?”

“No, it's just the first time a man has ever requested that from me,” she replied, and I smiled internally. I loved that I was introducing her to shit no other nigga had.

“Alright,” I said, nodding. “Well, we're about to shower.” I uncrossed my arms, pushed off the dresser, grabbed a shirt, and threw it to her. “Let’s go.”

“I have clothes,” she laughed, and I shook my head.

‘I want you in my shit,” I said as I stepped into her space. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” she denied, shaking her head. “Again, just something new.”

I licked my lips as I stared down at her. Her brown skin glistened against the light, and I ran my finger across her shoulder. “You ain't ever wore another niggas clothes?” she shook her head, and I chuckled. “I like that shit.” I took her phone from her, tossed it on the bed, and then helped her up.

“Why?”

“Cuz, I like being your first,” I answered, and she nodded. “Now, bring your ass so we can shower, then chill.”

We went to the bathroom, and I started the water. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Legacy try and figure out what she was supposed to do. I stripped off my clothes, threw them in the hamper, and walked over to her. Without words, I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, she lifted her arms, and I pulled it off. I helped her out of her bra, pants, and panties. She stood in front of me naked, and my dick started to brick up. I turned her around, and she watched me through the mirror as I brushed her hair into a ponytail.

“Who taught you to do hair?” she asked.

“My mama got a lot of hair,” I answered. “She was sick a lot when I was a kid, so I learned so I could help her.”

“Is she okay now?” Legacy asked, but I wasn’t ready to say that answer aloud, so I focused on finishing her hair.

“Let’s shower,” I said once I was done and put a shower cap on her head. “Let me tell you right now, if this shit ain't hot enough for you, then you gonna have to accept it. I ain’t burning my damn skin because you like the water to be on hell.”

“I’ll manage if it's not,” she laughed as we got in.

Legacy stood in front of me, and I watched as the water rolled down her skin. I licked my lips and shook my head; maybe this shit wasn’t the best idea because all I wanted to do was get between her thighs. I grabbed my towel and body soap and washed as I watched her. Once I was done, I turned my attention to helping her.

“You ever had a nigga wash you?” I put my lips to her ear and asked her. Legacy shook her head, and I kissed her ear. “Good.” I put the body wash on her African net and rubbed it against her back gently. I took my time washing her back, eventually lowering to my knees so that I was eye to eye with her ass. “You know, taking care of you is easy. Like the shit comes natural for me.”

“Really?” She looked over her shoulder to watch me.

“Legit.” I kissed her cheeks before turning my attention to washing her legs. Once I was done, I turned her around and let out a groan at the sight of pussy in my face. “Ever since I met you, my thoughts have been centered on making sure you were good and wanted for nothing.”

“I’ve never had that before,” she said, and I nodded. I wasn’t surprised, especially since meeting her parents and finding out the back story of that relationship. “I always wonder what my life would’ve been like if my biological mother had beat her cancer. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the opportunity I was given, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that I didn’t grow up in a house of love.”

“Yo mama did what she thought was right,” I said as I focused on washing her feet and legs. “And you’re lucky you didn’t see her suffer. That shit takes a toll on you.”

“I know,” she sighed. “If I ever have kids, I won’t raise them like I was. I was a burden to the people entrusted with my care.”

I moved up her leg, making sure to pay close attention to her pussy before making my way to her belly. The thought of seeing it swollen with my child made my heart slam against my chest. I placed a small kiss on her stomach and then turned my attention to her titties. I dropped the African net on the shower floor and then stood.

“That’s cool cuz I’ma spend the rest of my life making that shit right.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up. My dick was sitting at the opening of her pussy, and I could feel how hot her shit was.

“Aceyn–”

I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth to stop her from saying whatever she was about to say. I took two steps and rested her back against the wall, unwrapped one of my arms, and reached between our bodies to grab my dick and guide myself in.

“Oh fuck!” she pulled her mouth from me and moaned. “Aceyn!”

“Nah, that’s not my name,” I said into her ear as I fucked her. “You already know that, though. Stop playing with me.” I wanted this to be an easy session, but the way her pussy was gripping my dick, I realized that this was going to be anything but. I grabbed her ponytail, tilted her head back, and bit into her neck.

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