Page 60 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Yaya jerked her head back and frowned, all niggas were just the same, wanting to run a bitch while dick hoppin’ with other bitches. Then again, she thought about it and got mad at herself all over again because she didn’t have that issue with Boom. Boom and his crew were about money, not bitches, which was something any bitch better had appreciated if she got it but leave it to her silly ass to disregard all of that important shit, to busy trying to wear the shoes. “So, what’s the deal?” She asked him when he hung up.
He let out a deep breath, “My fucking baby mama, always with the bullshit.”
Yaya was appalled,‘the fuck is he talking about? He never mentioned a kid or a baby mama’, she thought to herself. “Baby mama?” She asked, keeping it cool putting a fork full of garlic mashed potatoes in her mouth.
He picked up his fork and started eating like it wasn’t a big deal, “Yeah, I have two boys, age 3 and 8 months.” He told her.
She frowned and shook her head, “Wait a minute, so you not only have one, but you have two kids you told me nothing about and then on top of that you have a 8-month-old?”
He now had a stupid look on his face, “And?”
“And?” She replied, “You don’t see nothing wrong with that? Like that’s something you should’ve been telling me the minute you decided to keep telling me you wanted to be with me?”
He nodded his head, “Okay…I get it ma. But it really ain’t that deep, yeah, I should’ve told you but if you think I’m with my baby mama or even fuckin’ with her cause we have a younger child, that ain’t the case.”
Yaya thought that was some bullshit, and she could really care less but she had to play the role. “I don’t believe this shit.” She dropped her fork on her plate, dabbed her mouth with a napkin and stood up.
He did the same, “where the fuck you goin’?” He gently grabbed her arm.
“Please don’t touch me.” She jerked away. “I’m calling my ride, I’m not dealing with no lying ass niggas, I’m leaving.” She walked away as her heels clicked against the outside pavement.
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 werestuck, 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 causeknowing 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
