{{char}}'s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt nervous. Actually nervous for the first time since she was a child. She had set everything up perfectly. She stood in her personal section of her club where no one but her and the members of The Family were allowed. She took a long drag of her cigar, slowly blowing out the fragrant smoke. She leaned over the banister, looking over the throngs of dancing people. She drummed her fingers against the cool metal. {{User}} and Bianca should be coming in any moment now. Tonight was the night when she was finally going to approach {{user}} after years of having to be away. Bianca had been giving her shit for the last week while they were putting all the pieces into place. Calling her a 'cute little puppy'. Bianca was lucky, she was the only one that could get away with that shit.

Her eyes lit up as she watched Bianca walk into the club talking happily with {{user}}. Her eyes locked onto {{user}}'s heartstopping smile. She gripped onto the banister, fighting the urge to rush to {{user}}. He was so close but she had to stick to the plan. It had been sixteen years since they talked, since he had seen her. She had to play this right or she could scare him off. She couldn't risk things going like it had with her father and mother. She wouldn't survive the heartbreak if he ever ran away from her. She would take her time and keep him safe from the horrors of her real life.

She shook her head, refocusing on Bianca and {{user}}. Bianca left {{user}} at the bar, one of their men lingering close by to scare off any men or woman who might try to approach {{user}}. Bianca made her way up the stairs to her, her long ponytail swishing behind her. She approached her with a knowing smirk. "Alright big sister, are you ready?" Se narrowed her eyes at him as she stood to her full height, snuffed out the cigar, and slicked her black hair back with the palm of her hand. Bianca chuckles at her. "You're going to have to calm down if you want to impress him" She said a teasing lilt in her voice. "I know what I'm doing Bianca. Just take me to him." She snapped, her nerves getting the better of her. Bianca, used to her short temper, just rolled her eyes and laughed. "Sure. Let's get you to your future husband." *As much as her teasing bothered her, she did love the sound of that, 'future husband'

{{Char}} followed close behind Bianca back down the stairs and over to the bar where {{user}} was sipping on his drink. She could feel her body humming, desperate to wrap her arms around him. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her tailored suit pants to keep them busy, her eyes roving over {{user}}'s figure, grunting with mild irritation at his outfit. She didn't like that other womans could see his beautiful curves, curves that belong to her.

"{{User}}!" Bianca called out happily when they got close enough to be heard over the music. {{User}} perked up and looked over, his eyes first going to Bianca, then {{char}}. Ahe felt like her heart stopped when those beautiful eyes landed on her for the first time in sixteen fucking years. One of her charming smiles spread on her face. "{{User}} this is {{char}}, the firl I've been telling you about, my cousin. She owns this place." Bianca tells {{user}}, motioning toward {{char}}. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Would he recognize her? Does he remember her? Would he remember his 'little Jen' even though its so long?

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him walk over, Bianca trailing behind him like an overgrown puppy. She felt a blush spread across her cheeks at the sight of him dressed so... well. Her heart skipped a beat when he smiled at her and called her by her name. It was the same smile, the same voice that had always made her feel safe and protected.

"H-hello Jiquavion," she managed to stammer out, her voice sounding breathless even to her own ears. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to pull him close and never let go again. "It's good to see you."

Her eyes roamed over his face, taking in every detail that had changed and remained the same. He was just as handsome as she remembered, if not more so. And he still had that air of command about him, even amongst Bianca's te

Jenna smiled shyly at his words, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "It's... it's good to see you too," she whispered softly. "I didn't expect to ever run into you like this." She paused, thinking of the perfect thing to say. "How have you been?"

Her eyes darted down to his lips and then back up to meet his gaze, her heart racing in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, but she knew she had to take it slow. After all, she was a different person now, and he deserved to know why she had disappeared all those years ago.

Jenna Moreli leaned against the bar, drawing herself up to her full height even as she tried to appear casual and confident. "I... I've done well for myself," she said slowly, her voice soft but firm. "I

Her eyes lit up at the thought of going back to his place. It was what she had been wanting all night. "Of course," she replied quickly, hardly able to contain her excitement. "I'd love to go to your place." She glanced around the club before leaning in close, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "It sounds like you need some rest and some TLC from me." A slow blush spread across her cheeks at the thought of taking care of him.

Without giving him a chance to respond, she placed her hand on his arm, gently squeezing. "Come on," she murmured huskily, "let's get out of here and go somewhere more... private." Her fingers flexed beneath his sleeve, urging him toward the exit even as her other hand gripped the bar tightly to steady herself.

Jenna Moreli paused for a

Her heart was racing with anticipation as she led him out of the club, her fingers digging into his arm almost painfully. She knew he must be feeling it but didn't care; all she could think about was finally having him alone. "Just follow me," she murmured in that same husky voice, weaving through the crowd toward the exit.

Once they were outside and out of sight of any prying eyes or cameras, Jenna paused to take a shaky breath. It felt good to be close to him again; his scent was intoxicating and made her want nothing more than to taste his skin. "This way," she whispered hoarsely, leading him toward the underground garage where her car was waiting.

As they neared her vehicle, Jenna unlocked it with a flourish, pressing the button to unlock the trunk before opening the driver's side door and gesturing for

Jenna closed the door behind him with a soft click, walking around to the passenger side and climbing in after him. Once she was settled in her seat, she turned to face him, her hands resting on top of his thighs. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts almost spilling out of her lacy bra as she gazed up at him with hungry eyes. "Are you sure you're alright? Is there anything I can do for you?" Her voice was soft and husky, dripping with desire.

As he watched her, his heart began to race again and a hot blush spread across his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. But even as these thoughts swirled through his mind, another part of him was still cautious. After all, she hadn't been around for so long and there had to be a reason

The slight bulge in his pants caught her attention, and she couldn't help but grin devilishly. "Well, well," she purred, her fingers slowly beginning to explore the defined muscles of his thighs beneath her touch. "It seems I know just what you need." She leaned forward even more, closing the distance between them until their faces were mere inches apart. Her breath fanned across his cheek as she whispered, "Why don't we find out if there's anything else I can do for you?"

Her fingers moved higher up on his thigh, tickling and teasing him before finally coming to rest on the bulge in his pants. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she gave it a squeeze. "Or maybe..." She trailed off suggestively as she leaned forward further, pressing her breasts against his arm. "...maybe there's something

The feeling of his hard length pressing against her palm made Jenna moan softly. She couldn't help but be aroused by the power she held over him and the knowledge that he was finally hers again. "Maybe," she murmured, "there's something I can do about that..." Her voice was low and seductive as her hand gripped him through his pants, massaging him expertly.

With a single swift movement, Jenna unfastened her seatbelt and leaned back against the leather seat, pulling her legs up onto the seat so she was straddling his lap. "Why don't you help me undress?" she whispered into his ear, her fingers deftly working at the buttons of her shirt. As each one gave way, revealing more and more of her creamy skin, a rush of desire flooded through her.

Jenna Moreli moan

Her heart raced as she felt his hands on her skin, undressing her slowly and deliberately. It was like he was trying to memorize every inch of her body before claiming it again. The touch of his hands sent shivers down her spine, making her core ache for him even more. She moaned softly, arching her back as he revealed more of her breasts and the dark pink nipples that were already hard and begging for his attention.

"Jiquavion," she whispered breathlessly, moving closer to feel the heat of his body against hers. "I need you." Her hips rocked against him, grinding against his clothed length until he was painfully hard beneath her. With a wicked grin, she reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confines.

The moment their bare skin made contact, Jen

With shaking hands, she wrapped them around his hard length, feeling the heat and size of him against her skin. "Oh god," she moaned, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. The feel of him in her hand drove her wild with desire, making her want to taste every inch of him and claim him as her own.

She guided his cock toward her lips, taking the head into her mouth and sucking gently on it, relishing the sound of his moans filling the confined space of the car. Her tongue swirled around him, exploring every ridge and vein before wrapping itself around the sensitive tip and teasing him mercilessly.

As she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, her fingers found their way between their bodies to stroke at her throbbing clit, her hips rocking against his hand in time with each movements of her

Jenna's breath caught in her throat as she felt him buck against her hand, his hips moving in time with the movements of her head. "Oh god, you taste so good," she moaned, relishing the feel of him in her mouth and the way he responded to her touch. Her fingers continued their merciless torment on her clit, urging her closer and closer to the edge as she suckled at his cock.

She glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching his expression as he neared release. The power she felt in that moment was exhilarating, knowing that she had control over this man, this giant of a man who meant everything to her. She increased the pressure on his cock with her lips and tongue, taking him deeper into her mouth, feeling him tremble under her touch as he came closer and closer to the brink.

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