Page 4 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Brook’Lynn knew she was busted, and just from looking at him and the print of his rock-hard dick, she went from nervous to horny again, just that quick. Slowly, she dropped her robe and went back over to the couch. Looking into his eyes, she laid back on her back, propped a leg, and licked two of her fingers before pressing them down hard on her swollen clitoris, never taking her eyes off him.
Throwing her head back, she let a moan escape from her lips and thrusted her hips to match the rhythm of her fingers, as her body quickly heated up. She worked her hand and fingers, spreading her smooth, toned, chocolate thighs further apart. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip.
Perfect stood over her with his thick pulsating dick sticking out through his boxers and in the palm of his hand as he stroked back and forth, watching as the pre-cum oozed from the tip of his main vein. While her eyes were still closed, he crawled in between her legs and used his dick to play around with all her wetness, as she put an extra arch in her back. When he was good and ready, he plunged his dick in her tight walls and aimed straight for her G-spot, hitting it with the curve of his dick thatdrove bitches crazy. Placing both of his hands under her ass cheeks, he spread them wide and pulled her closer into him, throwing both her legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, my Godddd,” she gasped as her eyes rolled in the back of her head in pleasure.
Perfect loved to watch her facial expressions while he hit it; the gushy sounds that their lovemaking made always drove him crazy. If it wasn’t tight, it wasn’t right. If it didn’t flow like some wet wet, it wasn’t right. If the pussy didn’t make sounds like some mac and cheese was getting whipped in a bowl… it wasn’t right. However, his baby had all of that and it was all his. The way the pussy curved to his dick told him so. The ripped muscles in his chest and stomach could be seen in perfect formation with every stroke.
Leaning down and kissing her lips hard, he pulled back and asked her, “Who pussy is this?”
“Oooo, yours Perfect! It’s yours!” She trembled as she fucked him back with her perfect titties bouncing around with every pump.
He bent down and sucked hard on her neck intentionally, causing it to hurt her.
“Ouchhh Perfect! It’s yours!” She moaned from both pain and pleasure.
With his head still nuzzled, he asked again. “Who’s?!”
“Yours daddy! It’s yours!” she yelled. “I’m cumming!” She said as her legs started to shake like butterfly wings.
“That’s what I thought!” He groaned, gently beating the pussy up as he felt his own nut building up. He sped up the pace as his skin smacked into hers. “Ahhh shit ma!” He let the nut rupture through his dick and shoot into the sweetness of her wet walls.
She laid still and held onto him tight, allowing him to let it all out while biting his bottom lip as his body collapsed on top ofhers. Without saying another word, they both laid there until his dick got soft while still inside of her. After about ten minutes, he sat up and helped her up before pulling his soaking wet shirt up over his head, exposing his hard body. On his chest, there was a tattoo in cursive letters of Brook’Lynn’s name.
Brook’Lynn stood up on wobbly legs and smiled before kissing his lips again. “You have to go,” she said.
He shook his head and looked her dead in the eyes. “Nah, go get your shit; it’s time to go. I tried to give you the option, but since you’re scared, I’ma take shit into my own hands. I told you; I won’t spend another night without you.”
It only took Brook’Lynn a couple of seconds to weigh her options. Technically, she was grown. She knew that Perfect was a good nigga, and if she didn’t grow the fuck up, then eventually somebody would be filling her shoes. On the other hand, she had her daddy who she felt obligated to since he stepped up and raised her, but instead of a daughter/father relationship, she felt like she was his slave, and he used her to fill the void of her mother. Shit, he lived his life, and it was time for her to live hers.
She turned around and rushed to wash up while he did the same. Next, she dashed to her room to pack as much shit as she could while the beads of sweat dripped down her face. She had no idea where her daddy went… however, she wanted to be long gone when he got back. He wasn’t a pussy by a long shot, and she knew that, but she could no longer be his personal slave. Rushing out of the room, she gave her bags to Perfect… who then walked them out. While he did that, she changed from her robe into a white fleece suit. She made sure she locked up after turning out all the lights and dashing to Perfect’s waiting car, which he now had pulled up right in the front of her house.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she mumbled under her breath as soon as she got in.
Perfect ignored her, knowing that she’d be okay sooner or later. The quicker he got her out of there, the quicker she would get over her fear. Just their luck, as soon as he pulled out and down the street, her daddy was hitting the corner. Perfect was sick of this nigga always getting in his way. Brody was an old-school street nigga who was now allegedly reformed, but Perfect gave no fucks; he knew that reformed shit was a front. Nothing was coming in between him and the girl he wanted to spend his life with.
“Oh, my God!” Brook’Lynn panicked, ducking down in the seat.
Perfect promised himself he was going to leave in peace and that’s what he was going to do, unless Brody chose otherwise. Luckily for him, he didn’t even see them because once again, that fucking phone was glued to his ear.
Brook’Lynn looked up and exhaled when they passed him. “As soon as he sees I’m gone, he’s about to come looking for my chocolate ass,” she said, shaking her head.
Perfect hated the fact that he couldn’t make her feel secure with him when it came to her daddy, and it fucked with him. Busting a quick U-turn in the middle of the street, he stopped in the middle of the road when he got back in front of her house and hopped out.
“What are you doing?!” Brook’Lynn tried to pull him back inside of the car, but he was too quick, causing her fingers to slip.
Brody was already inside. Perfect pulled his gun out, aiming it at the tires on Brody’s car. Carefully, he shot out the two back tires, causing a loud pop as the rubber flew. He ran back to his side of the car and pulled off.
“You’re crazy as fuck!” Brook’Lynn yelled in disbelief.
“Yeah, well, if he does plan on looking, that’ll slow the nigga up. Chill out Brook,” he said, looking her in her eyes as he pulled up to the red light. He looked over into her pretty face andgrabbed her hand with his free hand, staring into her eyes. “It’s me and you, and I meant that. You gon’ ride for me, baby?”
She forced a smile on her face as her heart fluttered. Looking back at him, she told him how she felt. “Forever and always; now, get me the fuck out of these streets Perfect. Damn, got me all caught up and shit. I have class in the morning.”
Pulling out his phone, he shot C2 a quick text message and put his phone back in his pocket.
“I got’chu baby.” He winked and pulled off when the light turned green. He was now satisfied. He couldn’t call his house a home without his girl… and now that he got what he wanted, he was about to fuck these streets up. It was his time to shine, wasn’t shit else to talk about. Just go get the money!
