it,” Brayland said like it wasn’t rocket science, and Ahli’s eyes shot daggers his way. “I’m just saying, baby. If that was the only documented recipe for a drug that shouldn’t be on this earth, why was it still here? If it was so dangerous, why didn’t they get rid of it when they had the chance to? Or even after that?”
“I don’t know. But when my dad was struggling with us, before we got into the business we’re into, why didn’t he ever just go get it? If he had the solution to all of his money problems literally at his fingertips, why didn’t he ever just fashion the drug? He would have turned my sister and me into walking weapons, and he chose not to rather than put a new drug on the market. That says a lot.”
“You just said it yourself. He was struggling. You heard Sadie tonight. She had to hire the best scientists from around the world to make VEM.”
Ahli sighed before speaking again. “When I first met Sadie, she was the one who told me what Vita E Morte was. She told me about the myth. She said the possessor of VEM could do two things: cause life or death.”
“Because of the riches,” Brayland stated.
“What?” Ahli asked, confused.
“I mean, think about it. This drug doesn’t just have potential. It has the power to bring whoever owns it more money than any other drug ever could. You can bring new life if you got the paper for it. But then again, some people view money as the root of all evil because it’s the cause of a lot of bad shit. Maybe that’s what the myth means.”
“Maybe,” Ahli said, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Don’t stress about it too much, my baby,” he told her.
“My baby?” Ahli asked, amused because he had never called her that before.
“I’ve been here too long. These Detroit niggas got me talking like them,” he said and grinned sheepishly.
He finished his glass of wine, placing it on the table next to the bottle, and focused his attention on Ahli. The gaze from his brown eyes was so piercing and intense that she almost wanted to look away, but she held it. She studied his face and thought about what he looked like when she had first met him. Gone was the lost boy with the high-top fade and blond tips. She was staring into the eyes of a man, her man. He’d said goodbye to the fade and welcomed a head full of natural curls that she loved to play in. His thick sideburns connected to the freshly trimmed mustache and short beard that were around his full lips. Rhonnie drove him crazy when she joked and called him an Odell Beckham Jr. wannabe, but to Ahli, he looked much better. He’d bulked up his build tremendously, and one of her favorite things to do was fall asleep in his arms. In fact, she loved it so much that him moving out was one of the hardest things to get used to. However, they both agreed that it would be a good idea for them to live like they were dating instead of living like they were married. Keeping their relationship fresh was always top priority. It went without saying that they still often spent their nights together, but they also gave each other their space.
“What you thinking about?” Ahli asked, breaking their eye contact finally to sip the last bit of her wine.
“You bouncing on this fat dick,” Brayland said bluntly, causing Ahli to nearly spit her wine out.
“What!” she exclaimed.
“You asked, and I told you.” His lips spread into a slow, mischievous smile. “It’s your fault for looking so good in that suit.”
“I wear suits daily. It can’t be too sexy,” she teased.
“Baby, you be wearing the hell out of them suits. Ass be poking like a bow!” He gestured his hands in a circular motion, and she laughed. “But, nah, for real, you gon’ do that for me?”
“Do what?” Ahli feigned confusion.
“Aw, so that’s how you gon’ do me? I see how it is.” Brayland pretended to be mad.
“I’m just playing, baby,” Ahli said, letting the blazer of her suit fall back on the couch. “But if you want this pussy, I’m not riding shit. I put in all that work last night.”
“I’ll give you that,” Brayland agreed.
Ahli squealed when he stood and scooped her up in his arms. She giggled when he laid her down on the bed, and she moaned when his lips and tongue found her neck. Her head nestled into her pillow, and she felt her entire body begin to tingle.
“A little salty, but that’s all right.” He grinned when he pulled away.
“I’ll keep all this to myself then, since you’re complaining,” she said and placed her hands on his chest as if to push him off her.
“Girl, you know I like my meals seasoned,” he said, removing her hands from his chest and placing them on his neck. “Go ’head and give me all this high blood pressure.”
He placed his full, wet lips on hers, and they shared another kiss. They fondled each other hungrily as clothes began getting stripped off. Neither came up for air until they were both completely naked and Ahli felt his throbbing manhood between her legs. They had made love the night before, and right then, all Ahli wanted was a good fucking in every position they could until he exploded.
Her love tunnel was already drenched but became even more soaked when his mouth wrapped around her brown nipples. Her body arched as his tongue sucked and flicked over each of her areolas. Whichever nipple he wasn’t sucking, he used his fingers to pinch it, sending pleasure vibrations down her spine. Her legs opened wider, giving him more access to her slippery cat. Her clit was thumping so hard, she was sure he could feel it on his torso.
“Boy, if you don’t fuck me,” she moaned.
“Like this?” he asked and slid two of his fingers deep inside of her.
Ahli’s vaginal walls instantly clenched around them, and she inhaled a soft breath. Even though she would have preferred his chocolate dick, his long fingers digging in and out of her was pure bliss. Her love cries filled the air as he finger fucked her while still sucking her breasts. She didn’t realize it, but her fingernails were digging into his shoulder blades, but he didn’t make her stop. Just like her, he was focused on her climax, and he was willing to endure the small pain to get her there. It didn’t take long for her clit to explode and thick juices to flow out of her tunnel and cover his hand.
“Fuck,” he moaned when he withdrew his fingers. Not caring to wipe the cum off, he reached his hands around to grip her butt, and he lay on top of her. He placed his mouth by her ear and whispered, “Can I put it in?”
“Please,” she begged.
She didn’t have to say it twice, because within seconds, her pussy was filled with a thickness that his fingers could never compare to. He was the only man her body had ever known in that way, so she was molded to him. She made a hissing sound with her tongue as Brayland’s dick fought against her walls to go as deep as it could.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned and buried her head into his neck. “Braylannnd!”
“Shut up,” he commanded. “I haven’t even done nothing yet.”
She loved when he talked to her like that, but only while they were having sex. There was something about being dominated in the bedroom that made her shiver. She couldn’t get enough of it. Although she didn’t mind taking control, she liked it better when he used her body to pleasure himself. It turned her on to see just how nasty he could be.
He started off stroking slowly, making their sex sound like a pot of macaroni being stirred. His hands kept squeezing her butt each time he thrust into her, and she heard his soft moans in her ear. Their bodies spoke the same language fluently, and she kissed his neck between her moans to encourage him. His strokes started to come faster and grow more powerful each time he plummeted into her.
“Braylannnd, right there,” she cried, squeezing her walls. “It feels so good. Baby.”
“Keep