Page 62 of Hood Legacy

My body got hot, and I moaned louder.

“Easy way,” I cried. “It's always been the easy way.”

“Then cum, baby,” he said into my ear. “Cum for me.” My body started to shake, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “That’s it. There it goes.” He sped up his movements. “Let that shit go, Legacy; let me get that nut. I swear it won't be your last, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you feel like this.”

“Aceyn,” I moaned as I orgasmed.

“That’s it,” he grunted and moved faster. “That’s what I needed. Give me that shit, with your fine ass. I feel that pussy choking my shit. That’s it.” He lifted my leg higher on his back. “Fuck, Legacy. Shit, you feel too fucking good. I swear, I’ll kill for and over you, baby. You got my heart.” He bit into my neck again. “I love you, you hear me?”

“Yes,” I cried.

As he slammed into me, his pelvis tapped against my clit, making me cum again. I squirted all over him with no shame. Aceyn braced his weight on his forearms and pumped through his own release. When he was done, he lifted, kissed me passionately, then pulled back and smiled down at me.

“We about to be late for that work shit,” he said, then kissed me again.

“Why?” I sighed.

“Cuz now I’m about to fuck you,” he said, then started moving again. My body reacted to him moving, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist.

“Baby.”

“Nah, not this time,” he chuckled, then kissed me. “This shit about to be nasty, call me Hood.”

* * *

“Legacy, you okay?” Pyrite asked me a few hours later as we stood, talking to a few of the other players. The medical press release was new in the W, and while I didn’t truly understand why it was needed, I was here.

“Yeah, why?” I replied. I turned slightly and bit into my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Aceyn had made good on his promise about having me wanting more throughout the rest of the day. My body had been on fire since this morning, and no matter how I moved or sat, the pressure hadn’t let up.

“You keep wincing every time you move,” he answered, and my face reddened. “You look like you’re in pain.” He pulled me to the side, away from the other women. “Do I need to get Hood to look you over?”

“No,” I answered quickly and laughed. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” he asked, and I nodded. He narrowed his eyes at me and then shook his head. “Nah, I don’t believe it. You spend too much time in the damn gym as it is. You probably pulled something, and your stubborn ass won’t admit it.”

“Pyrite, I’m good,” I said, but I could tell he didn’t believe me.

“Nah, nope,” he denied. He put his hand on the small of my back and directed me toward Aceyn. “Let that nigga look you over to make sure.”

We approached Aceyn, Xoey, Mercy, and Givens, standing near the back of the room.

“Aye nigga, do your fucking job and check out your woman,” Pyrite said once we were close. “She’s limping and wincing every time she moves.”

Aceyn pulled me to him, and I rested my forehead against his chest. I could feel him chuckling as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “My nigga, trust me, she’s cool,” he replied, then kissed the side of my head. “I checked her out this morning a few times.”

“Then why the fuck is she moving like that?” Pyrite questioned. “The season is about to start, and I can't have my point guard out because she overdid it and needs to rest.”

“Oh, he’s slow, I see,” I heard Xoey say, then laugh.

“Xoey plus twelve, what are you talking about?” Pyrite asked, then kissed his teeth. “I know you got them voices going on, but sometimes, you gotta inform the rest of us about what they say.”

“This doesn’t have shit to do with the twelve and everything to do with my friend being good. Her nigga said she good; trust me, she’s good.”

I moved to stand next to Aceyn and tried not to laugh. I wasn’t embarrassed that Xoey realized why I was moving the way I was. We’d been friends long enough, and she was the most observant person I knew. If anyone would figure it out, it would be Xoey and Mercy.

“Right,” Mercy laughed. She patted Pyrite on the shoulder and shook her head. “Sir, let it go. She’s good. Trust me.”

Pyrite grilled them, then kissed his teeth and shook his head. “I was just with her, y’all wasn’t. She’s in pain–”

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