Page 70 of Hood Legacy

“I just need you here, baby.” He wiped his hands over his face. “That’s all I got for right now. I just need you.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “But if you need more, tell me, okay? I don’t know your pain, but you aren’t alone.”

“Thank you, Point Guard.” He ran his hand up my leg and stared at me. “You know you pretty, right?”

“Yes, Aceyn.” I sat forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him to me. “You tell me every chance you get, and I thank you for it.”

“Because my mama told me to tell my favorite girl how I felt instead of being mean to her,” he replied.

“You should give Pyrite the same advice,” I giggled. “I saw him earlier and he had a black eye. I’m guessing the Baker got out of the cuffs?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “She beat that nigga ass.” He wrapped his hand around my throat and gave me a sexy smile. “That’s his problem, though. My focus is on you and making sure you’re happy.”

“I am, but please believe I’ll beat your ass, too, if need be,” I laughed.

He laughed, let my throat go, then grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. “Threaten my ass with a good time again,” he said, staring me down. I could feel his dick get hard through his shorts and mine. I circled my hips and then traced his lips with my tongue before pulling him into a passionate kiss that made me feel like I was suffocating, but in the best possible way.

Aceyn reached between our bodies and put his hand into my shorts, and pressed against my clit. “Shit,” I hissed. I grabbed onto his shoulders, lifted slightly, and he pulled my shorts off, then pushed his down and pulled his dick out. I lowered onto his dick and had to rest my forehead on his shoulder while my body adjusted to his size. Once I was ready, I rocked my hips, and Aceyn held onto my waist. “Fuck.”

“Ride this dick, Point Guard,” he grunted as he fucked me from below. “Take this shit, baby.”

“Aceyn,” I moaned as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I shook my head and then cupped the back of his neck. “No, shit!”

“No, what?” he questioned. “Huh? You trying to hold out on me again?”

“No,” I moaned when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back to make me look at him. “No, I’m not holding back.”

“Then what the fuck are you saying no for?” he wrapped his arm around my waist, stood, and laid me back on his desk. “Huh, Point Guard, what are you saying no to? You want me to stop.”

“No!” I grabbed his shirt in case he tried to pull back. “No!”

“Then what do you need?” he asked as he pumped into me. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs open wider. I watched him as he watched his dick slide in and out of me. “What you need?”

“Hood,” I moaned as I slapped into his chest. My nails scraped against his shirt, and he laughed. “I need Hood.”

Aceyn stopped moving and stared down at me before nodding and stepping back. “Turn the fuck over,” he said, and I did as instructed. I bent over his desk, and Aceyn put my hands behind my back and held them as he pushed back into me. “My office ain’t soundproof, and I don’t give a fuck, either. I’m about to fuck you, and every muthafucka in here gonna know from the way you scream my fucking name.” He slapped my ass, and I hissed from the pleasure. “You wanted Hood so you about to get him.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned as he started to fuck me harder. I looked over my shoulder at him and bit into my bottom lip. “Yes, sir.”

* * *

“You aren’t dressed yet?” Mercy asked, walking into the bedroom. I looked up from securing the strap on my shoe and shook my head. “Why?”

“I didn’t get much sleep last night because of Aceyn,” I sighed. “He was up pacing, and when I did get him to sit down, his leg bounced nonstop. He didn’t fall asleep until seven, and we had to be up by eight-thirty.”

“He’s scared,” she said, nodding.

“I know.” I stood and adjusted my skirt before walking to the bathroom. “I didn’t make it to my house last night and had to call Mahogany at the last minute and ask her to bring me something. Luckily, she doesn’t live too far from here, and one of her stores is on the way here. She dropped this off and rushed back home to get Junior ready so they could get to the gravesite in time.”

“Here, let me,” Mercy said, walking into the bathroom and taking the brush from me. “The only thing I need for you to do today is be there for Hood and Bowlin. Givens, Pyrite, and I will take care of everything else.”

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing,” I sighed as I looked at her through the mirror. “Ms. Arlene had damn near everything done before she passed. We only had to go in and do minor stuff.”

“Because she knew how stressed you all would be,” Mercy replied. She was doing her best to do something with my hair, but one thing Mercy was not was hair-inclined. “I love you, but this is not my ministry.”

“I know,” I laughed softly.

The bedroom door opened, and her cousin, Corinthians, entered the room. She looked at me, then at Mercy, then back to me, and shook her head before putting her hand out for the brush.

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