Harlem Rahim. A girl from the hood. From Brownsville, Brooklyn.
Born of an Israelite father and an afro american mother. Quite a juvenile delinquent and not ashamed to be.
If you grew up the way I did, you'd probably be one too. Just turned eighteen years old. Poor but not stupid.
I'm gonna go all the way to get out of this mess.
To get 'us' outta this. Even discover a world out of the hood life.
But never forget where I come from. Where I belong.

HARLEM

In no time, we were both out of our clothes. We kissed passionately, wrapped in each other's arms.


The warmth of his firm body against mine was a great turn on.


While we kissed, Lucas lifted me off the ground, making me wrap my legs around him. Carefully, he put me down on the couch, getting on top of me. We continued our feverish kissing, caressing each other all the way.


He went from my lips to my chin, then my neck. Trailing soft kisses. I moaned lowly, enjoying everything about him.


I felt his hand slip in between our bodies and down. I moaned against his ear when he rubbed me a little with the tip of his hardness, building that heat in me.


Lucas position himself at my opening and slowly, he began to get in. I almost lost it! His size always surprised me. I muffled a moan by biting my lower lip.


When he was finally all the way in, a low moan escaped his mouth.


Chapter 60