Page 29 of Hood Legacy

She wiped her hands on the towel, then left the kitchen to get her purse. She returned, handed me the phone, and went back to eating. “I don’t have a lock code, so just swipe the screen. They are all there.”

I swiped her screen, went to her text messages, and went through her texts. A thread from an unknown number went back over a year. Legacy never responded, but the shit was obsessive. Whoever it was, texted her multiple times a day.

“Why didn’t you change your number?”

“I have a few times,” she answered. “I would get a few days of peace, then they’d start back up, so I stopped trying.”

“Why didn’t you mention this before?” I set her phone on the island and gave her my full attention.

“Tell who exactly?” she asked with a smirk. “I don’t know who it is or why they are doing it, so what was I supposed to say?”

“To anyone, shit, look who’s around you. One of us would’ve stepped up.”

“I thought I had it under control,” she said as she cleaned up her mess. “I’d come to another state, on a different team. Whoever that is slowed down for a little while, or so I thought.”

“Nah, they just got more comfortable,” I denied, shaking my head. “That nigga was taking naps in your car, following you around the city. And who knows what else.”

“So, what do you want me to do?” she questioned, slightly annoyed. “I went to the police, and they said there was nothing they could do.”

“You should’ve come to me,” I said, stepping into her space. “I could’ve handled it.”

“By what, killing everybody that steps to me?”

“Yes!” I replied. “What part of you are too special to let somebody play with your safety, don’t you understand?” I took her chin in my hand and made her look at me. “I’m not about to play about you, Point Guard.” I crushed my mouth into hers, not giving a fuck about shit else but getting my point across.

I let her chin go, wrapped my arms around her waist, picked her up, and set her on the island. We kissed so long and hard that when we pulled apart, we were out of breath. I stepped back, pushed her back on the island, and opened her legs. To see her pretty ass pussy bare and glistening made me lick my lips. I kissed up her right leg and hiked her dress up to her waist.

“This shit pretty and all, but it’s got to go.” I grabbed a knife from the butcher block on the island and cut her dress off her body. “I’ll buy you another one.”

“Fuck that dress,” Legacy said as she pushed the remaining pieces off her and reached for my shirt. “Take that off.”

“Chill the fuck out,” I chuckled, then threw the knife into the sink. “I got shit to do before you get some dick.”

“What?”

“I’m still hungry; now, shut the fuck up while I eat.” I pushed her legs back open and buried my face into her pussy. Legacy gripped the back of my head and moaned loudly as I sucked on her clit. I sucked her shit so hard that her leg started slamming against my head, and I had to use my shoulders to block her hits.

“Damn it, Aceyn!” She moaned and tried to push me away.

I released her pussy from my mouth and grilled the fuck out of her. “Ay, stop fucking pushing me away.” I tapped her clit with my hand and watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “You hear me, Point Guard?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck!”

I pushed two fingers into her and pressed my thumb against her clit, working her over. “You might run shit on the court, Point Guard, but when we are like this, I’m in charge. Your pretty ass pussy is only going to call out for me to come and touch her. She’s only going to get wet for me. Even if you try to touch yourself at the thought of me, she won't even respond.” I kissed her clit. “Ain’t that right, beautiful?”

“Yes!” she panted. Her pussy was squeezing the fuck out of my fingers, but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted her to cum as many times as possible in one night and spend the rest of our lives trying to double that number every chance I got. “You ready to cum?”

“Yes,” she moaned, then grabbed onto her nipples and twisted them. “Aceyn, baby, please.”

“Oh shit, you calling me baby?” I taunted, shaking my head. “You trying to make me your nigga and give me a pet name?” My dick was so hard, pressing against the zipper of my pants, that I was about to bust through them. Hearing her call me baby had my shit throbbing. I wasn’t a nigga that was big on that shit, but hearing Legacy say it had my head swimming. I kissed her clit again, then blew on it. “Huh, Legacy, you trying to make this shit legit?”

I freed my dick from my pants and boxer briefs and had to stroke it a few times to try and relieve some of the pressure built up, but the more I stared down at Legacy’s pretty ass pussy, the harder I got.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” she moaned, and I smirked.

“Do that shit, then,” I encouraged her as I worked her over with my hand. I wanted to see her pussy spasm before I felt it around my dick. I knew that shit was going to be pretty as hell. “Cum so I can slide my dick in, and she welcomes me home.”

“Aceyn,” she moaned.

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