Bless
BLESS
The party had ended and the house was quiet. The kids had all gone to bed a while ago. As each guest left, I waited for Legacy to follow, but surprisingly, he hadn't. Darrell and his cousin, Bernard, were the last to leave. I watched from the living room as Legacy walked them to the door.
"Get my Pops home safe," he told Bernard, holding the door open for them.
Bernard chuckled. "Don’t worry. I'll get the ol’ ‘killa’ home."
I still couldn't believe that Darrell had killed Raja, but knowing him, it wasn't surprising. Darrell had always been a protector. That’s where Legacy had inherited it from.
As Darrell and Bernard stepped out, the click of the lock latching behind them sounded like doom. Now, Legacy and I were alone, forced to face the tension that had been building all evening.
I busied myself, tidying up the living room even though Sky and Joy had already done most of the cleaning. I started turning off the lights, assuming Legacy was about to leave as well. But I felt his presence close and overwhelming. My body stiffened, and I finally looked up to see him standing over me, his expression a blend of grief, sadness, and anger.
The sight made my heart ache. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't hold them back. "I'm so sorry," I sobbed.
Legacy reached out, and instinctively, I flinched. But instead of the harsh reaction I had feared, he pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly. It was the kind of embrace I had been yearning for since he’d walked out the night before, the kind that made me feel safe and loved. I held him, knowing that he needed the same. We clung to each other, trying to find comfort and relief in the midst of our pain.
His heart was beating so wildly against my cheek that my eyes darted up. I could barely see him through my tears, but I could feel the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, he bent down and kissed me passionately. I could taste the liquor on his breath and the mint he’d chewed.
His kiss was urgent, filled with a need that matched my own. I kissed him back, letting the flood of emotions pour out through our physical connection. As our lips moved together, he guided me towards the nearest wall with his hands firmly on my waist.
Suddenly, he pulled his lips away, ending our kiss. I watched him, wondering what was next, if he would leave, if he would hate me, or if he was as confused as I was. Watching me, he grimaced, frustration covering him. He spun me around and sandwiched me between his hard body and the wall. The coolness of the wall pressed against my cheek as he ground his pelvis against my ass.
I gasped when he took a fist full of my hair into his hand. He pushed my jeans down while holding my head back until I was forced to look up at the ceiling. He used his knee to spread my legs apart.
I had to muffle my shrieks when he pushed inside of me with no warning. Luckily, I was wet because his thrusts weren’t gentle. He drove into me, hard and rough.
He was punishing me.
But it felt so fucking good.
He sunk each inch deep into me. I clawed the wall, trying to take all of him. He gripped my hair tight until my neck strained from the pull. My ass slapped against his pelvis loudly because of the chaos of his savage thrusts that drove his tip to my cervix.
He growled, the sound animalistic, as he tore into me. I cried out as loudly as I could without waking up the kids. He forced me to take all of him, throwing my ass back on dick that was unfairly big.
“Shit, Legacy.” My breaths were choppy through my whimpers. “Shit, shit, shit!”
When I awoke the next morning, I blinked against the soft light filtering through the curtains. My heart raced as I frantically looked to my side. I was surprised to see Legacy still there, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. I lay there just watching him.
After he’d cum last night, I thought he would leave. I thought he had used me out of anger. But he fell asleep instead.
“I forgive you.” I inhaled softly when his groggy baritone voice broke through the morning silence.
My brows curled tightly in shock of his sudden and quick clemency.
His eyes remained on the ceiling as he said, “I understand why you did what you did. I kind of appreciate it. Like you said, had I known, I probably wouldn’t have gotten clean.”
I swallowed hard, answering softly. “Okay, I appreciate that.”
“I’d still like us to go to therapy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So, whether our relationship turns out to be platonic as just co-parents or romantic, it can restart on a clean slate with complete healing.”
My heart sank when he suggested that we may remain platonic, but considering everything, I couldn’t argue with that.
“Legacy, it was just the one time. I didn’t plan it. It just happened. I—” My words lodged in my throat when he sat up.
“Let’s talk about it in therapy,” he said.
I gnawed on my bottom lip, quietly.
“I’ll get dressed and dip before the kids wake up.”
I held back any rebuttals, knowing that I was marching over very thin ice. I watched him slowly get dressed, the night and weariness of it all weighing down his eyes and slowing his movements. The sunlight touched his dark skin as he dressed, kissing his perfection. My pussy clenched and a pain shot through my core, reminding me of the punishment I’d gotten the night before.
Looking at him, I wanted to beg him to stay. But I was honored that I had his forgiveness. I was blessed that he even understood. I wanted him to be mine again. I wanted him to truly own me again. But considering how I had hurt him, I was more than willing to take what I could get.