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Jeremy
...two years later

"Jeremy, fuck." Faithe cried as I blew her back out, her pussy so warm and wet.

"Come on ma, cum on that dick for me." I grunted once I felt her tightening her pussy muscles.

"Bae, ah, fuck. Mmhm, Jah. Don't stop." She whimpered, I knew she had climaxed because I felt her legs shake for the fifth time.

"Damn girl, pussy so good." I moaned out as I felt my nuts getting tight. I grabbed a fistful of her hair as I began going faster, busting a nut inside her. Faithe is my everything, when I first got with her she was damaged. She was so used to verbal and physical abuse, she barely answered to me calling her by her name. I changed her, and taught her how to take the dick.

We laid here, breathing heavy thinking about what just occurred not to long ago. I was deeply in love with Faithe, and I know she feels the same way.

"I'm going take a shower, I gotta go to work." She said before kissing my lips and hopping out the bed. One thing about Faithe that I love, is the fact she a go-getter.

"You can't call off today?" I asked, I really hate the fact that she even work.

"Yeah I can, but why? You not gone do nothing but leave me in here all damn day." She mumbled rolling her eyes.

"I actually want you to come do some shit with me. You won't regret it." I smiled showing my perfect set of white teeth.

"You ain't nothing but a Green-eyed devil." She smirked laying back down next to me.

"Fae, if you were a club owner, what would you name your club?" I asked her, trying not to sound suspicious.

"It depends. If it's a Classy, or ghetto type club." She replied.

"Classy, yet exclusive." I said, biting down on my lip.

"I don't know babe." She said as she rubbed my bare chest. Me and Jefé were supposed to come up with a name together, but like always his ass couldn't think of shit. All I know is that I need to come up with a name before tomorrow night- that's the grand opening. It took them two years to build the building the exact way I drew and designed it.

"Let's get up and get dressed, so we can get out of here." I said as I pulled her up, we made our way into the bathroom for round two.


"Alright I want the DJ booth on the second floor, and a bar also." I told the builders.

"No problem boss, but we have one small problem." Dave told me.

"What's that?" I asked, hoping it was a problem we could fix before tomorrow.

"We might have to knock that wall down over there." He pointed over to where one of the VIP sections was.

"For what?"

"Because this is the main floor, this won't be enough space. Especially if you get a full house, total capacity is 500 people." He informed me.

"Alright do what you need to do, as long as it gets done before tomorrow night." I told him. "You got that?" I asked.

"Sure thing, have a nice day." He told me then walked off. I made one more tour around the place before I came up with the perfect name for it.

"Dynasty? That's nice." Faithe smiled, we pounded fist and laughed.

"This is gone bring us to the top baby." I told her as I drove down the busy streets of the lower East side.

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