Page 61 of Hood Legacy

“You know it wouldn’t have happened if you came home,” he said, standing in the doorway as I brushed my teeth. “And I don’t care about no book nigga. You got a real-life stepper behind you; them book niggas don’t have shit on me.”

I rolled my eyes as I kept brushing my teeth. Truthfully, I wasn’t even upset that he’d come while I was asleep. And we both knew there was no reason for me to call the police because it would be someone he knew that showed up. He watched me with a smirk as I rinsed my toothbrush off and put it away. I cleaned my face, turned to face him, and crossed my arms.

“I had a stalker,” I said.

“I killed that nigga,” he said, nodding. I rolled my eyes, and he stepped into my space. “I told you already that I’m here to protect you. You don’t have a reason to be afraid of shit.”

“You kind of talk like a book boyfriend,” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Aceyn kissed his teeth and shook his head. “Whatever nigga you comparing to me, stop before I write my own book about a crash-out nigga falling for a WNBA star.” He smirked and nodded. “Shit would sell, too.”

“You think so?” I laughed.

“Fuck yeah, now bring your fine ass on so I can eat before we have to go do this bullshit medical press conference and deal with folks who get on my damn nerves.” He turned us around so I could walk backward and led us out of the bathroom. The back of my legs hit my bed at the same time as he pushed his hands into my boy shorts and started pulling them down.

“I thought you wanted to eat,” I said as I stepped out of my panties. I wasn’t going to complain about having sex, especially since my pussy was throbbing at just the thought of him.

He guided me onto the bed and pushed my legs open. “I am,” he said as he looked down at me and licked his lips. “I’ll be done in time to feed you, too.” He went to his knees and kissed my right thigh before moving to my left. His breath was minty and cool, making goosebumps rise on my skin. “But before I do any of that, I’m going to remind you of the nigga you are dealing with. I’ll show up and show out about you every chance I get.” He kissed my clit, and I moaned. “But when it's you trippin’ and needing reminding that I don’t play, this is how I’ll remind you.” He looked up at me and gave me a sexy smile. “I’ma eat this pretty ass shit and have you throbbing for the rest of the fucking day.”

He kissed my pussy as if it were my mouth, and my head dropped onto the bed. Aceyn sucked on my clit and pushed two fingers into me at the same time. My back arched off the bed, and my hands went to his head. The way he was eating my pussy had me moaning and crying at the same time. He wasn’t letting up, and the louder I got, the harder he went on making sure I understood everything he was saying.

“Baby!” I moaned as my legs started to shake. I tried to push his head away, but he wrapped my wrists and pinned them beside my legs. “Fuck!”

“Give me that nut, Point Guard,” he said, then went back to sucking on my clit. “Wet my shit up, or I ain’t coming up. I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. Give me that shit.”

He let go of my wrist and pushed his fingers back into me, and my head started to spin. I’d never cum this fast or this hard in my life. Usually, Aceyn took his time and tortured me when it came to sex. This time was rough and exciting. My body wasn’t used to the assault on my nerves, and even though I wanted to release, I couldn’t because of the pleasure.

“Oh, you think I’m playing?” he chuckled as he pressed into my clit with his thumb. “I want that nut Legacy. Give it to me, stop being selfish.”

“I can't,” I moaned as I rode his hand. “Shit!”

“Why not, baby?” he asked as he kissed my leg. “You don’t want me to have it? I swear, I’ll take care of you. Just give me that nut. I’m taking care of you, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I just can’t, Aceyn.” The urge to orgasm was right there; my body just wouldn’t let it happen. “Baby!”

“I got you,” he said. I watched him as he stood, kicking off his shoes while unbuttoning his pants before pulling them off along with his boxer briefs. He loosened the top two buttons of his shirt before pulling it over his head and climbing into bed with me. Even though he wasn’t touching me, my body was still throbbing as if he were. He helped me out of my tank, threw it across the bed, and settled between my legs. He pushed his dick into me and rested his weight on me. “I feel that shit, Legacy. Let it go, baby.”

“I can’t,” I cried.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and Aceyn put one of his arms around my head and his mouth to my ear. He reached back and grabbed my thigh to keep me in place as he slowly stroked me.

“You can't let it go because you don’t trust yourself to let me love you,” he said into my ear and kissed it. “You scared of me, Legacy?”

“No,” I moaned. My phone started ringing, and I grabbed it, swiped the screen to send it to voicemail, and threw it off the bed. “No, Aceyn.”

“Then why are you holding back, baby?” he whispered. “Trust me to take care of you and what you need. I got you for life. Let that shit go so I can nut, too.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Shit,” I hissed as I felt my pussy start to throb harder.

“That’s it, baby; I feel you starting to let go,” he coached me. “That’s my good girl. Pretty ass girl got my fucking head gone. You know that, don’t you?” he kissed my neck then nipped at it. “Let me in, Legacy, stop fighting this shit. I told you I wanted your mind, body, soul, and heart. You got that shit from me. I’m yours. I ain’t got shit if you not next to me.”

“Aceyn,” I moaned as my heart started to beat faster.

“I feel you,” he whispered. “You starting to let go; that’s what I need from you, baby. What do you need from me?”

“I-I-I,” I stuttered.

“You need me to declare my love so you can hear it?” he questioned, then chuckled. “I thought I was showing you, but if you need the words, I can do that, too.” My pussy clenched faster the more he spoke. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know you have my heart. You’ll never want for anything. You won’t have to ask for it because your soul has already told me your requirements. I’ll never intentionally hurt you.” His strokes were perfectly timed, and the head of his dick pressed into my G-Spot. “I’ll nourish your mind, feed your soul. Support your spirit. Calm your storms. Challenge you to be better, to do better.” He groaned in pleasure. “You are a masterpiece created for me to worship and praise. And I’ll do that every chance I get. All I’m asking is you trust me. Trust me with your mind, body, and soul, Legacy, because that's why I was put on this earth. I keep telling you – easy or hard way – but truthfully, this shit is easy. Loving you is easy.”

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