Isa’s hands opened her, and then his face conquered her. For a man who hadn’t eaten pussy before her, he was a motherfucking pro. He put a hand beneath her waist, lifting her off the bed so he went deeper. Isa was like a lion enjoying his catch, and he didn’t stop until her legs shook. The screaming orgasm rippled through her entire body. Isa’s dick dragging up her back as he came up felt glorious. He wanted her, and Aria rose, elbows and knees as he entered her.

He fucked every insecurity from her pretty little head.

“Oh fuck!” he growled. Heavy breathing. This nigga beasted her every time, and Aria loved it.

He collapsed onto her back, pressing her into the mattress as his fingers relieved her mouth of the gag.

“Don’t leave again, Ali. You fucked me up.”

Aria turned and pierced him with shocked eyes. She had hurt him. It was clear as day in his gaze. She touched his face and then rolled over onto him. He wrapped his arms around her body as she stared him down.

“Queenslayer,” she said, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”

7

I’m calling you daddy, daddy

Can you be my daddy, daddy

Come and make it rain down onnnn meeee

Isa sat on the leather couch. He sank into the plush cushions as he held the Styrofoam cup in his hand. His neck was lazy, and he let it rest against the pillows as his low eyes hawked her. Ali. Chocolate ass. Little ass. He would war with any nigga over her. She was a soldier. His most loyal. The shit he felt for her he would never speak, but she knew. She had chosen him over her blood family, and for that, Isa would always be hers to command. Whatever she wanted. He’d wet niggas up to go get it. Every time. Whatever lil’ baby wanted, lil’ baby would receive. She moved her body to precision. That ass sat high and fucking round as she rode the beat. She laced that bitch like her body was one with the music. He hardly noticed Morgan next to her. Ali was all he saw. She was truth over a lifetime full of bullshit.

“One, two, three, four … on every offbeat, you pop, Mo,” Aria instructed while showing her the move, executing it with nothing less than perfection.

Morgan shook the fog from her mind as she tried to keep up with the choreography.

“What’s up, Mo? You distracted like hell,” Aria said.

“I know,” Morgan admitted. “Run it back.”

They practiced in Isa’s basement. Isa refused to let Aria back in the studio, so he had turned his entire basement into one. Mirrors had been installed as well as hardwood floors.

“Uncle Isa, let’s playyyyy!” Messari yelled as he jumped all over Isa’s luxury furniture.