Page 50 of Hood Legacy

“The Queens are ready to shine,” Aceyn read the headline from the newest article on the Black Women in Sports website as we laid in bed. I was tired from practicing nonstop over the last few days and was grateful for the night off. “Point guard, Legacy Glover, has spent years proving that she is a leader in her own right, and it looks like The Queens are allowing her to showcase her skills. The Five-ten point guard has been seen pushing her teammates, Vine Carter, Archer Nelson, Helix Tremaine, and Mercy DeCorte at every practice. If it indicates what they are bringing to the league, they are the team to watch out for.” He closed his laptop and pulled my leg into his lap. “What I tell you, Point Guard?”

I lifted my head to look at him and smiled. “You said I better fucking play,” I replied with a laugh, and he kissed his teeth.

“Nah, I meant about you playing for The Queens?” He tried to tickle my foot, but I quickly pulled it away. “Man, give me your foot.”

“Don’t try and tickle me,” I said as I slowly put my foot back into his hands. He pulled my second toe, and I tried to pull away again, but he had a good grip on my foot. “Not fast enough.”

“Whatever,” I sighed and waved him off.

He popped my thigh and then rubbed the sting away. “Don’t get no attitude when I’m trying to hype your ass up," he laughed as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Now, answer my question. What the fuck did I tell you?”

“That my skills were a bonus to the team,” I answered, and he nodded. Since returning from Bali, Aceyn had made it his mission to ensure I didn’t doubt myself. He constantly spoke life into me.

“Damn right,” he said, nodding. “Now niggas are starting to notice, and the talking has started. Trust me on that shit, too. Damn near every team doctor has been ringing my line, asking me what I’ve seen.”

“Why?” I asked, and he shrugged. “No, you know. Why, Aceyn?”

“Because we have a pool,” he answered with a laugh, and my mouth dropped open in surprise. “Even though the Queens weren’t playing last year, we were still in operation and preparing for this season, so I know all of them niggas. They are asking questions because of articles like that one and because they know we are together. They think I know something they don’t.”

“And you do,” I replied, and he nodded. “Did you tell them anything?”

“Fuck nah,” he denied and shook his head. “Last year, the pot was close to eighty thousand; this year, it’s expected to double that.” He looked up from my foot and smirked. “And I got plans for all that money.”

“What kinds of plans?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed. “Just make sure I win that shit.”

“I’ll try my best,” I said, pulling my foot from him and crawling into his space. I hovered over him and smiled. “Kiss me, Aceyn.”

He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me to him. I traced his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue before he crushed his mouth into mine. I moaned in pleasure when he deepened the kiss. He let go of my throat and reached between our bodies to push my shorts down. I helped him without breaking our kiss, then reached between us and pushed his off. When we were naked from the waist down, I guided him inside of me.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I sat on his lap. I could feel his dick pulsating inside of me, and all I could do was sit there and let it happen. He flexed his abs, and his dicked knocked against my G-spot. “Shit!”

“Ride, Point Guard,” he said, then smacked my ass. “Work my shit like you do the court.”

I planted my hands on his chest and started to rock my hips. My pussy was clenching and unclenching on his dick so hard I was afraid I was going to break it, but I couldn’t stop. I found my rhythm just as Aceyn grabbed onto my waist to help me, but I shook my head.

“Oh, shit, it’s that kind of night?” he grunted, then put his hands behind his head and gave me a sexy smile. “This your show then, baby.”

I continued to bounce on his dick, loving that he was trusting me to let me have control. I bit into my bottom lip and stared down at Aceyn. I loved that he always wanted eye contact, no matter how ugly our faces were contorted.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I felt my body start to get hot. “Baby!”

“I feel that shit, Point Guard,” he grunted. “Give me that nut. Wet my shit up.” He moved his hands from behind his head and grabbed my waist. “You got this pretty ass pussy, and she is swallowing my dick like only she can.”

“Baby,” I moaned, not knowing what else I could say.

Aceyn sat up, bringing me closer to him, and put his mouth to my ear, “I got you, Legacy, for life and beyond, baby. Let that shit out.” I dropped my head onto his shoulder and nodded. “You already know what I’m going to say.” He kissed my ear. “I need you, baby.”

“I know,” I moaned. “I know.”

“Easy or hard way, Legacy,” he grunted as he fucked me from below. “Either way, you are falling in love with a nigga.”

“I know,” I shouted as I orgasmed.

The thing was, I was already in love with him.

“I haveto get some things from my house,” Legacy said, coming into my office. I closed my laptop and gave her my full attention. She’d just come from practice and was sweaty and more than likely funky, but that didn’t stop my dick from bricking up at the sight of her.

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