Page 38 of Ghetto Heartstrings

Boom closed his eyes and roughly grabbed her neck while making sure not to hurt her as he slammed his dick in and out of her, he wasn’t trying to make love, he wanted to punish her ass for the pain she caused him, even when he didn’t want to express it in front of his niggas how he really felt.

“Who the fuck is Snake?!” He slapped her ass so hard that the sting caused her to get a lump in her throat as the salty tears ran down her face.

“Ahhhh!” She yelled out and closed her eyes.

He slowed it down a little bringing the pleasure back.

“Ohhhh shit!” She didn’t know what kind of twisted ass emotional sex this was but it low key was turning her the fuck on and then had her wanting to cry all at once.

He leaned down in the crease of her neck and used his teeth to suck and pull on her neck.

“Mmm!” He groaned sounding like a deranged animal; he let go and stood back up using his other hand rubbing on her ass looking at all the red spots he caused on it.

“Throw this pussy back like you mean it!” He ordered, trying to ignore how good the shit felt.

Every time he looked down and saw the pussy juice all over his dick, he felt himself about to bust, he couldn’t even front, she had some good ass pussy and that’s what had him hooked from the beginning.

She threw it back a couple of more times and felt her knees buckling, she was too weak, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Boom used his strong arms to keep her guarded.

“Nah don’t run now, you gon’ take this dick!

” He started pumping ferociously knowing that he had her where he wanted her, he used that to his advantage, it felt like he was fucking a rag doll as limp as her body had gone but he didn’t care, he was gonna fuck all the pain out.

“Booommm!” She moaned. “Please Please!”

“Please what?!” He barked.

“I’m sorry baby…I’m sooo sorry!” She moaned and cried at the same time choked up on tears.

“Um hmm um hmm.” He groaned working the shit out of his stomach muscles as the sweat dripped from his face on down to her ass.

He spread her ass cheeks as far as they could go and lightly spit on it watching it go down her crack and mix with their own juices.

Watching his veins in his dick pulsate, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ummm!” He groaned and let it rip all up in her pussy walls.

When he was satisfied, he pulled out of her and stood back.

When she turned around, her face was flushed, and she had tears of regret in her eyes.

“What you mad now?” He asked, catching his breath grabbing a rag, to wash himself up before sliding his shit back on.

“Nah,” she shook her head, “I guess you wanted me to feel what you felt, I get it.”

“Did I hurt you?” He asked looking into her eyes.

She replied, “No.”

“Well, you didn’t feel what I felt then Yaya…and for the record, a nigga wasn’t trying to hurt you. I wanted to take my pressure out on you since you’re the source of that muthafucka, and who is Snake?” He asked again.

She realized he must’ve had been at the bathroom door the entire time and heard her talking to Snake, “He’s nobody.” She lied.

He shook his head, “I see you still on the same shit.” He told her before walking out.

She almost went after him, but then she thought about it, if the nigga didn’t want her then why should he care.

She got herself together for the second time and walked out of the bathroom, this time when she came out, the house was completely empty, so she went outside to see where they were only to be greeted with a confrontation between Kema and some girl who was apparently with C2.

“I swear on God and everything, I love I’mma fuck this dumb bitch up every time I see her!” Kema yelled trying to swing over C2.

“Ah haaaa bitch you just mad cause he don’t want you!” Tika teased with the window of her driver side rolled down.

“Who the fuck is that bitch?” Yaya asked low key taking her diamond studs off sitting them on the front porch chair.

“This bird gone pull up to drop this nigga off and as soon as she seen me the bitch tried to get out and swing cause I whooped that ass already! Let me go C2!” Kema fussed.

“Man, you need to calm down.” He said in low voice. He then looked over at Boom and Perfect who just sat there drinking a beer. “Ya’ll niggas ain’t gon’ help?” He asked pissed the fuck off.

“Nah, bro, that’s yo shit, I told you about that bitch.” Perfect said referring to Tika.

“I’m with him my nigga, control yo own bitch.” Boom laughed.

Yaya shot him a look and shook her head, ‘just like he handled me?’ She mumbled to herself ignoring the soreness from the side effects of him beating the pussy up.

C2 couldn’t even say shit cause if it was them, he’d stay out of that shit too.

Yaya looked down and picked up an empty beer bottle and before any one of them knew it, she was cocking back and throwing that bitch right at Tika’s back window causing it to shatter. “That’s a warning bitch…you better scat! Ain’t no nigga worth you getting’ ya head bust to the white meat!”

“Get that bitch Yaya!” Kema laughed still in C2’s grip. “Stop lookin’ for some shit you aint ready for! Ah haaa bitch now who teasing’? He don’t want me?” Kema caught C2 off guard by kissing his lips. “How you like that? What you gonna do?”

Tika was terrified by now, not only was Kema crazy but her friend was to and now she felt pieces of glass all in her hair. “Don’t call me no more C2!” She yelled before zooming off.

C2 finally let Kema go and shook his head, in all honesty, he couldn’t even be mad because Kema didn’t start it. Yaya rolled her eyes at C2 and made sure her friend was straight because Kema went from anger to tears all of a sudden.

“Aww what’s wrong?” Yaya asked her.

Kema shook her head and focused on C2, “why can’t you see how much I love you?” She sniffed. “Like, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry, but I can’t keep having this devil on my back every time I come around you. This shit is getting too difficult.”

“Kema.” C2 walked up to her trying to give her a hug, he wasn’t a asshole of a nigga, he had a heart, and he really didn’t like to see her crying. “Don’t cry ma…this shit is just…I don’t even know, a fucked up situation man. I tried to be that nigga you needed, and you played with a nigga.”

She took a step back and extended her hand stopping him.

“I gotta stay from around you, if I’m gonna be better, I have to, cause I don’t have the right to get mad at shit you do but yet and still, I’m finding myself going there.

” She then looked at Yaya. “Come drive me home, I gotta go.” She stormed past them all.

“And Perfect, when Brook’Lynn gets home tell her to call me. ”

Perfect didn’t even know what to say, everything was a big emotional wreck right now, and to think, all this shit started because of one big ass scam that sent them away for no fucking reason.

Perfect took a deep breath and took the last swig of his beer.

“I’ll holla at ya’ll niggas later.” He stood up and walked inside the house leaving them all no choice besides to use their own cars and go where they needed to go.

Shortly after, he came back out and went to the only other place he could think of after calling Brody and Aunt Ruth getting the confirmation that they hadn’t seen her.

He didn’t want to call Brody’s bitch ass but for Brook’Lynn’s sake, he sucked that shit up.

He whipped through the streets letting the night air seep through his windows and drove to the cemetery hoping that maybe she was there but it came up empty.

There was nothing left for him to do after that besides go home and wait, which pissed him off even more.

He barely got any sleep but when he woke up the next day and she still wasn’t there, he was livid.

He knew she was going through some shit but at the same time she was taking that shit way too far for him.

If he was a different kind of man, he would’ve broken her fucking neck for playing with him.

He had to get his shit together so he could call around to different hotels, jails, and everywhere else to see if she was in some trouble or taking a break from everybody.