Page 14 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

“You so pretty, Rem, suck that dick, Ma.” He said as he thrust faster and his strokes got jerkier.

“FUCK!” He said, as his head fell back, and I could feel the ropes of cum in my mouth. I swallowed it as I continued to suck him through his release. Zo was such a clean eater, and that showed in the way that he tasted.

This time, it was he who fell back onto the bed, winded and drained. He looked at me through low eyes, locs over his face, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Then he stroked his dick back to life in seconds.

Once he was at full attention, he slid between my legs and entered me. I whimpered and scratched his back as he parted me. It had been three long years of celibacy, and I felt like a virgin again.

We both moaned once he had bottomed out and filled me completely. Then he proceeded to fuck me until I could onlyremember how to say “yes” and his name. He said the nastiest shit to me and turned me every which way but loose for the next hour.

I was placed in so many positions that I could barely keep up. Zo didn't just have a big dick, he knew exactly what to do with it.

He had me on my side, my leg in the crook of his arm, but pushed to my shoulder. He was delivering me long, hard strokes.

“You taking this dick so good for me, Rem. I love that shit, baby.” He groaned as he kissed my shoulder.

“It’s so good,” I admitted

“You so fucking wet, mama. I got that pussy like that?”

“Zo, what are you doing to me?”

“Claiming my pussy. Letting you know where you belong, Remy. That’s what I’m doing to you.” He answered with a cocky tone, as he continued to do just that.

“Shit, Zo.” I said as he rolled me over to my stomach.

It’s funny, but I knew the exact moment when he flipped a switch. Something in my brain altered while we were in that very position. I was lying flat on my stomach, he was lying directly on top of me with his chest against my back, giving me the deepest strokes, fist full of my bundles, and telling me in my ear, “Remy, this pussy is so good. This my shit now, baby. Right? Tell me it’s mine; tell me you promise. Cum on your dick, Remy.”

After we came together, we lay on the bed, entangled in each other. I struggled to regain use of my legs, and I went into the bathroom. Once I came out, I wanted nothing but to take a nap, but Zo wasn’t having it. He said he had taken the day off so we could spend it together outside, and that’s what we were going to do. He gave me an hour to take a “power nap,” and then he took me home to get dressed again. After we left my place, he had me in the streets of New York, dragging me to place after place.

He took me shopping, and then we went to see this musical at the Broadway Theatre. I had been telling him that I wanted to gosee it before it left, and he surprised me with tickets. I thought it was so cute that he was willing to sit through it with me. That night ended with drinks, dinner, and me being slutted out on a yacht. It was the perfect end to a perfect day, and the beginning of us being inseparable.

From that night, if we weren’t together, then he was away on business. Zo was being intentional, and he wasn’t just showing me either. Since the first time he said it out loud, he kept telling me, leaving no room for me to misinterpret where he wanted to take our relationship. It was the first time in a long time that I felt genuine safety. And not because I was dating someone who I knew could defend himself and me. It was more than just physical. It was emotional security, and I loved it.

Zo

6years prior

I sat at the round table with Trouble, Jax, Judah, and the rest of the JMF organization for a sit-down. I looked around at the crew, whose positions ranged from soldiers to elites. But no matter what the role, if you held a seat at the round table, you held rank in the family and were deemed one of the trusted members. I haven’t seen much of the guys lately, because they had become National Elite members and barely had time for the day-to-day functions of the business.

The scheduling of drops, counts, payout, deliveries, and everything in between had been left to Sanchez and me, and we had been thugging it out in their absence. It was a lot to handle, but it gave me a newfound respect for them and all the things that went on behind the scenes. Especially Judah, he was the youngest nigga in the room, but he held shit together for them all. When he wasn’t bullshitting, he was good at business, and I couldn’t do anything but respect that.

“I’m going to make this quick. You know I don’t do meetings and talking.” Trouble stood up, pushed his chair back, andscanned the room. “We’ve been out of the country for a minute now, and realistically, I don’t know when that’s going to end. I expected the whole organization to go downhill while we were away. But now I can see that after we got rid of the issues, we got a solid ass team. So, this is what we’re going to do.”

He spoke before he reached under the table, pulled out a bag, and handed out black boxes with the JMF logo to everyone except Sanchez and me.

When he finished, he said, “For holding it down, with no hiccups, everybody at the table is getting a bonus. A half a mill. We appreciate all the shit y’all do. But for Sanchez and Zo, y’all have really stepped in the gap for us. Y’all niggas don’t even question it or complain. Zo, you were Jax’s security detail, and you checked in on my wife and kids while Sanchez was out handling business. I appreciate that.” He put his hand on his chest. I nodded my respect.

“We all hold National titles, so we need somebody to hold the underboss titles here now, and we can only have two. Those positions are going to Sanchez and Zo. They’re the new point of contact—don’t call us, call them,” he said, then ducked back under the table.

My face held no expression, but inside I knew the weight of the title. These niggas trusted us with their family business. Up until now, every other underboss before us had the last name Jennings. So, for them to extend that to us was big.

Trouble placed two black boxes before us: a bonus check for two million, office keys, and a set of keys labeled with an address. He chuckled, "Just a little welcome package."

“Preciate it,” I said as I slapped hands with him, and he brought me into a hug. I did the same for Jax.

“Yeah, even though you took my woman, nigga. You aight with me. Congratulations, I guess.” Judah mumbled as he extended his hand to me, making me laugh. Nigga always gave me a hardtime about being with Remy. Had he been anybody else, I would have definitely fucked him up. But he was family, and that was just who he was. Not to mention, he had been on Rem’s sister Taylor for a couple of months, so I know he was just being Judah.

“Watch your mouth,” I shot back as I took a seat across from him. Meanwhile, Sanchez moved around the table, dapping them up one by one.