The Streets or Me: A Louisiana Love Story

By: Nicole Dior

PROLOGUE: FOOL IN LOVE





Khyia




"Khyia, just listen for a minute damn," he said.



"Listen for what Legacy, I don't wanna hear it," I yelled walking away from him.



I was so sick of this bullshit. Every time I turn around, it’s a different bitch at my neck over a nigga that's supposed to be mine.



"You won't even let me explain ma," he said coming behind me.



"Explain what huh," I said. "Explain why all these bitches are at my neck over you...that's what you wanna explain?" I asked.



"Khy, baby, it ain't even like that ma, c'mere," he reached for me but I pulled away.



"No Legacy, I’m tired of it," I said as tears fell from my eyes. "Ever since you got out all I see is different bitches in ya face, ya phone, just everywhere and you think it's cool," I cried.



"Khyia, baby I swear I’m sorry ma," he pulled me in his arms "Fuck them other bitches, I’m all about you and getting our lives back right. I'm sorry ma," he kissed me.



Legacy had spent six months in jail for an attempted assault charge, and I can't lie it's been lonely as hell without him. Ever since he's been home though, bitches have been riding him like fucking hounds and he just entertains the shit like it's nothing.



"Legz, stop, don't," I tried to push away but to no avail because my pushes seemed to be little soft touches on his solid muscular body.



"I’m sorry Khyia," he says against my lips as his hand travels inside my shorts.



I let out a soft gasp as he plunges two fingers inside of my wetness while his thumb massages my clit. While my lips were parted, he slipped his tongue inside and explored my mouth as his fingers explored my insides. I moaned in the kiss as he curled his fingers inside of me, tickling my g-spot. I felt my legs tremble a little and he removed his fingers, lifting me up so that my legs were now wrapped around his waist.



He carried me to our bedroom not breaking the kiss, and lay me back on the bed. He kissed from my neck down to my stomach as he removed my shorts and thong. I sat up slightly as he removed his shirt revealing his muscular, tattooed chest. This man had the body of a Greek god with a sense of charm that can make the strongest woman weak in the knees; that was what I hated most about Legacy. He knew that no matter how mad he made me, I could never resist his charm. It's like he had some kind of hold on my soul.



"Mmmm," I moaned as he massaged my clit with his thumb. My body trembled at his touch as all thought of why I was so mad at him disappeared from my mind.



My back arched slowly as his mouth began to feast on my freshly waxed honey cove making me run my fingers through his soft curls. The way he worked his tongue inside of me was like magic and I loved every minute of it.



"Ssssshit," I hissed as he softly sucked my pearl and his fingers curled inside of me, lightly tapping my g-spot.



I felt my entire body begin to tremble from the pressure he was applying and I knew I couldn't hold my orgasm any longer.



"Fuck, baby I’m 'bout to cum," I cried out.



"Let it go baby," he mumbled against my clit.



With one last flick of his tongue, I felt my warm juices flow into his mouth as he licked me clean. Before I could even catch my breath, he had slid on the Magnum and entered me gently.



"Leg-" I gasped as I dug my nails into his back. My moans filled the room as I entered an entirely different realm full of ecstasy and pleasure. I felt him smile against my neck as the headboard banged lightly against the wall, motivating him to go deeper and thrust harder.



"Oh God," I cried out as lust took over me and my body trembled once again from my second orgasm. Seconds later, he reaches his climax and we both lay breathless next to each other.



“I love you Khy," he says.



“I know you do, I just wish you'd stay away from these hoes," I replied as he pulls me closer to him.



“I told you I’m sorry about that, but them hoes don't mean nothing to me Khyia...it's you that I want," he said.



"Well act like it Legacy, the shit that you do makes me look like a damn fool in these streets," I said. "How would you feel if I was out here fucking with these niggas and have you looking crazy?" I asked looking up at him.

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