Page 57 of Butterfly 6, Phase 1

Isa deadpanned on her. “Depends,” he said. “Mo’s solid. I ain’t really worried about what she gon’ say. I’m more worried about the type of muscle that comes with being royal. Will Ethic’s power be able to match that?”

“I hope so,” Aria said softly. “When you’re done, let me know. I’ll get him cleaned up and take him home.”

Aria turned and headed back toward the bedroom, and Isa followed her with his eyes. She had an invisible string tied right to his chest, and the further she walked away, the more it hurt.

“Keep rolling that ‘til it’s flat, nephew. I’ll be right back,” Isa said. He followed Aria and caught her elbow, pulling her around the corner so they were out of sight from Messari.

“Let me talk to you for a minute,” he whispered, backing her against the wall and hoisting her up by her ass. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him. She moaned at just the pressure from his dick pushing into her. “How you gon’ leave me, Ali? You know you can’t.” Aria’s mouth fell open as lust took over her body. “You mad at a nigga for something you ain’t saying. Whatever it is, I’m sorry, Ali. Daddy so sorry. Let me show you how sorry I am.” He put his hand down the front of her pajama shorts, and his fingers slid straight into a puddle. “Look at you. Fronting ass.”

“Isa, stop,” she whispered weakly.

“You want me to stop?” his fingers froze. “She so fucking wet, Ali. Don’t make me stop.” He kissed her neck. “You don’t like it rough? That’s why you leaving me? I can change that. I’ll fuck you so fucking slow, Ali. Nice and slow, baby. I’ll eat this pussy and talk nice to li’l mama until you cum all over my face, baby. Stay and let me show you.”

“Boyyyy, why are you doing this to me?” Aria moaned, breathless. “Isa, he’s right in the next room.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Isa replied. He slid her shorts aside. “You ain’t even wearing no panties, Ali. You know what you doing. These little-ass shorts. Tell me it’s mine.”

“No, Isa. You’re trying to cloud my mind. I can’t think straight,” Aria whimpered.

“Let me just play with it,” he said. Isa pulled out his pretty dick and pressed the head against her button. She convulsed, it was so sensitive. “Why you so fucking wet? Look at how hard your clit is?”

“I know,” she moaned. “But we can’t.”

“We already are, Ali. Look at you. Shit’s like water. Just let me get a little bit,” he whispered as he pushed into her slowly. “Let me show you I can fuck you good and slow, baby. Good and fucking slow,” Isa moaned, biting her ear as he pressed into her, pressing her against the wall. “That’s how you want it? Huh? You want a nigga to fuck you slow?”

“Yes, baby,” Aria moaned.

Isa’s dick was so hard that he pulsated inside her. “This pussy feels different. It’s wetter, Ali. Damn, it’s so warm and good. You can’t leave with this,” he said. “Fuckkkk, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just bring this shit back home.”

“I hate you,” Aria whispered.

Isa panted as he stroked her, his dick so long and thick that he had to pick her up and then ease her back down until she took every inch. Aria felt so fucking good that Isa could barely stand not to nut. “I hate your ass too,” he groaned. “Pussy so good.”

“Slow just like that. Give me that dick real slow, baby. Just like that, Isa, just like that! You’re on my clitttt.” Aria sucked in air as Isa made pleasure out of her body.

“I miss this pussy, baby,” Isa whispered in her ear. Aria bit her bottom lip as she felt her orgasm building. There was a longing rising in her body, like a thermometer, the heat rose and rose. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere.

“Go ahead, Ali. Hmm, hmm,” Isa moaned. “Hmm, hmm. I feel it, baby. You close. Nut on this dick, Ali.” Aria exploded, and Isa was grateful because he had been holding off since he entered her.

“Uncle Isa! What are you guys doing in there?! What’s taking you so long?”

Heavy breathing and laughter fell from their lips as they rushed to adjust themselves. “I had to put out a fire, nephew. My bad. Give me five minutes. I’m coming. Just keep adding toppings.”

“A fire!!! That’s dangerous!” Messari shouted.

“I got it handled, neph! Fire’s out! Auntie Ari wet it up. Just cleaning up the water now!” Isa shouted back as he got on one knee and slid her shorts aside one last time to take one final slurp of her clit. Aria gripped the sides of his head and trembled before pushing him away.

“Since when you know how to make pizza anyway?” Aria asked.

“Nigga, I used to work at Little Caesars for like a week when I was a buck. Only honest job I ever had my whole life. Until I saw how much they kept in the safe and decided to send Messiah and Meek in that bitch,” Isa stated.

“The Crew gon’ crew,” Aria said, shaking her head, smiling.

“Man, we been bad as fuck. I was like fourteen, working on a little work permit. We used to split one burner. Raggedy-ass bitch we bought off a crack head. Bitch barely worked, but it was enough to get that cash out the safe, though. Had me in that mu’fucka acting my ass off, like I wasn’t a part of the setup. We split like $8,000, and I quit the next day. Whole mu’fucking summer was lit.” Isa found amusement in the old memory. “I wonder if them niggas even remember that shit.”

“Probably, y’all been thugging ever since,” Aria said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. “I should shower and get going,” Aria said.

Isa heard her tone change, and dread filled him. He nodded and stepped back. “With everything that’s popping off, you still on this bullshit?” Isa asked, realizing nothing had changed.