Page 42 of Ghetto Heartstrings

Snake was pissed at how ungrateful she was acting, he was used to doing what the fuck he wanted and all the bitches in Dallas knew that, maybe that’s what drew him to Yaya, the fact that her whole demeanor was different since day one.

“Aiight look, I ain’t mean to grab you like that okay?

” He caught up to her pulling her backside up against his front causing her to roll her eyes.

He placed his nose in the crease of her neck and sniffed her perfume, “I’m sorry baby, I should’ve told you but you can’t leave now.

You already got a nigga open ma, you can’t leave like that.

I like you Yaya, I like you a lot.” He confessed.

She tossed her head back up against him and breath slowly, not because she gave a fuck about what he was saying, more so because he was turning her the fuck on, she wanted to refrain from giving him anymore pussy, but she couldn’t help it.

If it came down to that then she was gonna fuck the shit out of him.

“Mmm, I hear you,” she said, still breathing slowly. “But you barely know me.”

“Time ain’t nothin’ but some numbers baby, ain’t no rules in this shit.

” He turned her around and kissed her soft lips savoring her sweetness.

He didn’t understand how something so beautiful could be so tough, her whole demeanor was strong, and he could tell she came from a rough life.

Since she didn’t oblige, he walked her back out where they were eating and used the open spot on the table to lift her on the silk tablecloth.

Using her hands, Yaya placed them on each of his shoulders bracing herself as she threw her head back and put a slight arch in her back.

She allowed Snake to spread her legs wide open and feast on her pussy since she never wore panties anyway.

Before he got good into it, he pulled out a joint from his pocket and lit it up, passing it to her after he hit it one time. “What you want me to do with this?” She asked confused.

“You ever got high and got yo pussy ate at the same time?” He asked her.

She shook her head and grabbed it, “Nah.” She smiled.

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” he told her, “lay back.”

She did as she was told and closed her eyes while pulling off the joint at the same time.

Her legs were spread wide and the warmness of his tongue on her swollen clit was driving her crazy already.

“Shiiiit.” She slowly pumped her hips and blew a cloud of smoke from her mouth.

She couldn’t even front, the experience was one she wished she would’ve been tried.

All of her muscles were completely relaxed, and she was just free.

The chef could’ve been watching for all she cared, and she didn’t give no fucks at all.

“Oh my…oh my Goddd.” Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

One thing about it, she didn’t know how he got his nick name but she had her own reason for calling him Snake now, that nigga moved his tongue just like one going in and out her pussy as he moved that shit like the waves of the ocean against her clit while using one finger to slowly fuck her dripping opening.

The beauty of the whole scenario was what turned her the fuck on even more.

“Umm hmm.” He moaned in between feasting.

“Stop playin’ with this pussy Yaya, you mine.

” He went faster making his tongue vibrate against her clitoris.

She couldn’t take it; she tossed the joint already high as a kite and placed her hands on top of his head.

“Ohhh fuckkk!” She fucked his mouth feeling her body heat up, her eyes were stuck, she couldn’t even look at him, all she could focus on was the sensation in between her legs. “I’m about to cummm.” She moaned.

That only made him go faster, not only was his tongue fucking the shit out of her, so was his finger as the juices from her pussy sprinkled all over his fingers and tongue. He used his other hand and was jacking the fuck out of his thick dick. “Damnnn.” He mumbled as she ruptured all over him.

Breathing hard and with blood shot eyes, she looked up just in time to see him pulling his dick from his pants and before she could say anything, he was plunging it into her pussy. “Ouuuuu!” She let her head fall back and allowed him to have his way.

He took one hand and gently wrapped it around her neck while looking into her eyes the entire time, he bit on his sexy ass lips and asked her, “Who pussy is this?”

The dick was so good she was willing to tell him whatever it was he wanted to hear, “Yessss, it’s yours!” she moaned loudly.

He fucked her in every position that was any position on that table, he had her folded up like a pretzel and busting shit open like a cheerleader.

He fucked her in such a frenzy, all of the food was now on the floor, and she could barely walk.

They showered after and he let her wear his red and gold Versace robe and cuddle up on his bare chest on the couch.

She kind of felt bad because he was giving his all trying to fuck with her and she wasn’t really ready to move on; she just needed him to continue to provide the lifestyle until she was done using him.

She knew she was supposed to get back to the room with Kema; but the way her body was set up, she couldn’t move, and Snake wasn’t letting her leave him anyway.

He was knocked out with a bare chest holding her tight, when he was good in his sleep, she managed to sit up and grab her phone to let Kema know she wouldn’t be back in the room and she’d see her in the morning; instead of calling, she was going to send a text cause knowing Kema, she was gonna be talking so much shit and Yaya had such a perfect night that she didn’t even want to hear the bullshit cause at the end of the day, she was gonna do what she wanted, when she wanted, however she wanted, and whoever she wanted to do it with.

She turned the phone on silent because she didn’t want the sounds to wake Snake up out of his sleep.

Shooting her friend a quick text, she lay back down and waited for a reply.

To: Kema Baby 10:45pm

Hey tramp, I’ll see you in the morning

And bitch I got some juicy shit to tell you

From Kema Baby 10:52pm

Smh…whatever hoe (rolls eyes)

Yaya giggled and decided to go call Brook’Lynn since she fell on her mind heavy all of a sudden.

Creeping a few feet away, she called only to get the voicemail again.

She blew out a breath of frustration and left a voicemail: Brook’Lynn you fucking tripping, this shit ain’t even right and you know it, I can’t tell you how to feel cause I didn’t go through it but the way you’re going about this shit is all wrong and you need to call me within’ the next twenty four hours cause if you don’t, when I see you, I’m fucking you up… I love you friend.

When she finished that she went to lay back up with Snake and stopped briefly to stare in his sexy face, ‘I like you.’ She thought to herself. ‘I just can’t let my emotions get the best of me’.

By the morning, she was awake and found herself slipping on a pair of his basketball shorts and a wifebeater with no bra on underneath so she could let her breast breathe.

Snake was fully dressed and ready to go run his errands.

He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and looked at her with a funky look. “Where’s your bra?”

She looked down at her hard nipples and shrugged, “I don’t have on one, I’m headed straight to the room anyway. I have to get dressed before I go and sign the paperwork for the apartment.”

“Go get my jacket.” He told her without not even a little smile.

“You trippin’…” She rolled her eyes.

“Nawl, you trippin.” He walked away to his bedroom and came back out with 3 stacks of the shit that made Yaya happy…

money. “Here.” He placed it in her hand, she knew it was more than enough, so she planned on using it for what she needed and stacking the rest in the account.

“What time you gone be done with everything?” He asked her.

She shrugged, “I’m not sure but my plane leaves super early in the morning, I have to get back and make sure my girl is good since she’s going through some shit right now.”

“You sure you it ain’t that other nigga you tryin’ to get back to?” He questioned.

I should’ve never told him shit, she thought to herself, just hurt and running my mouth. “No, I’m not going to see him, how many times I have to tell you, he don’t want me.” She said frustrated.

“That nigga gon’ want you when he find out that somebody else do.” He told her, grabbing his keys.

“Well, I don’t know but I don’t want to talk about him.” She mumbled, not being able to ignore the pain in her heart whenever she thought about it. She wished that she could be as strong as Kema when it came to trying to change but even if she did change, it wasn’t going to bring Boom back.

Yaya walked up to him and raised up on her tippy toes so she could peck his lips. “I’mma be back soon.”

“Yeah aiight.” He opened the front door so they could walk out, Kema was already in the front waiting for Yaya to come out.

Before either one of them could make it to their cars, a tricked-out beamer was speeding up the driveway and an angry chick hopped out with pure attitude.

“Nigga you want to play with me? This why you couldn’t come and get my babies last night?

” She grabbed a cute little toddler from the backseat and then grabbed a little smiley baby from the car seat.

He was so chunky and unaware of what was going on around him, and Yaya could tell that he was a happy baby.

The chick wasn’t to bad herself, she was the regular hood chick, big hoop earrings, sloppy bun with little baby hairs and a cute frame rocking a simple romper outfit with some Steve Madden slides. “You got me fucked up!”

Snake flared his nostrils trying to hold his composure, “Watch yo mouth in front of my kids.” He warned her. “You wanna be a bird, that’s cool, but you ain’t gotta act like that in front of them.”

“Fuck you Snake.” She hissed, “I’m so tired of you just doing what the fuck you want to do, you think because you’re taking care of us, you can do what you want?

” She frowned and looked at her toddler, “here baby…go to daddy.” She released his hand, and he ran up to Snake, his identical twin. “Daddyyyy.” He smiled.

Snake picked the little boy up and rubbed his head, “What up little man.”

Yaya looked back and forth, “Look, I gotta go but like I said, I’ll see you later.” She walked toward her car staring at Kema who now had the window down listening to everything with a smirk on her face.

“You ain’t gotta leave.” Snake told her.

“I was leaving anyway…it’s cool baby.”

“Baby?” The baby mama said all funky like with her nose turned up. “Did he tell you that he has me and his kids put up real nice? Did he tell you how he’s still coming to fuck me every other night?” She asked Yaya trying to piss her off.

What Yaya really wanted to turn around and say was, ‘ So what bitch? I just want his money and his dick,’ but instead she simply shrugged it off, “He’s a grown man boo, he can do what the fuck he wants, just like he did me last night, and real good to.

” She teased as she opened the passenger side of the door.

“How long you been fucking her Snake!” The girl fumed, her cheeks were now fire hot red.

“Man girl, go head on I ain’t touched you in weeks. The kids coming with me or not?” He asked her, disregarding her attitude, it was no doubt in his mind, he was fucking her up as soon as he got the chance.

Yaya didn’t wait around for shit else, instead she closed the door and buckled up, “Come on girl.” She told Kema.

Kema pulled off laughing, “See bitch, I told you, you need to chill the fuck out.”

“Whatever.” Yaya dug in her bag and took out one of the stacks of money and tossed it in Kema’s lap.

“Who is this for?” she asked.

“Yo ass for coming out here with me…missing work from your own job.”

Kema could tell it was a couple of thousands, “Well damn bitch, he giving you stacks by the pound?”

“Yep, I’m about to take out what I need and put the rest in the bank, after that lets go sign on this apartment, go get a drink and get ready for this early morning flight.

” She told her. She knew she didn’t plan on seeing Snake before she left but he would get over it.

She was ready to see if Brook’Lynn was ready to get her mind right, plus…

she wanted to see the love of her life, even if he didn’t want to see her.