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Nia’Rose.

After two hours with Prosper, I could honestly say I was having a great night with him. The horror film he had chosen was a good pick, and the upscale restaurant he brought me to was even better. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been on a date, so I truly appreciated his effort. In my last relationship, the fire had long since died, and even before that, Martin wasn’t romantic.

“You having a good time?” Prosper asked as we waited for our food.

“I am, actually. You did a really good job. Loved the movie you picked, and seafood is the key to my heart. Now the question is, how did you know I liked both?”

He chuckled. “You used to have seafood delivered to the campus often from different spots.”

I laughed too. “You paid attention to that as well, huh?”

“It ain’t shit you did that I didn’t notice. As for the horror movies, I went through your watch history too that night at your crib.”

I laughed, but I secretly hoped his craziness wasn’t the kind that would land me on the news as a missing person.

“Well, you did great.”

“Bet,” Prosper smiled, pride lighting up his handsome face. It was adorable to see him soften like that. “Tell me more about you.”

“It’s not much to tell.” I shrugged.

“Whether it’s a lot or just a little, I wanna hear it.”

“Well, let’s see. I lost my mother when I was very young to breast cancer, so my father raised us. It’s always just been him, me, and Steph. He never remarried.”

“Thought you had two sisters.” Prosper said, raising an eyebrow as he sipped on his drink.

“I do. Shay is my god-sister, though. Our fathers are childhood best friends.”

“That’s wassup. What else?”

“I’ve been teaching since I was six.”

“Six?” He questioned, his thick brows crashing together.

I snickered, recalling the memories. “It all started with my dolls.”

Prosper chuckled, nodding his head in understanding. “I see. You were born for that shit. You bomb.”

“Mmhm,” I smirked, skeptical. “I don’t know if you’re saying that because you got my goodies or because you truly think that.”

“Nah, I genuinely think that. You taught me a lot in ya class, mama.”

I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease with the drinks we had ordered.

“What about your love life?” he pressed.

“Um, I was with my ex for eight years. It didn’t work out obviously. There was constant infidelity on his end.”

“You still want that nigga, though?”

“Hell no,” I replied, shaking my head. “I stopped wanting and loving him long before the relationship ended. My needs weren’t being met. He lost me mentally long before it became physical.”

“You sho?”

“I’m positive.”

“So, you haven’t been thinking about him? Crying?”

“No. And to be clear, I never cried over him. I cried about all the time I wasted and the betrayal.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, feeling the weight of those memories.

“I hear you,” he said, locking eyes with me.

“What about you?” I asked, happy to hear his story and change the subject.

“I grew up with both my parents. They divorced when I was sixteen though. Just like your dumb ass ex, my old man was cheating. But still... he was my nigga. We were just as close as I was to my T lady. I lost him right before I lost my nana.”

“I remember you mentioning your nana in class one day. I had no idea you lost your father too. Sorry to hear that.”

“Appreciate you. Sorry for your loss as well, beautiful. But she’d be proud. Your old man did well. You turned out amazing.”

I found myself blushing. “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”

“It’s the truth.”

“So… are you a cheater, Prosper?” I asked, not expecting him to be honest; I was just extending the conversation.

“I ain’t never wanted to take a chick serious until I met you, so I don’t have any exes or past relationships to be able to tell you that. But what I can say is a nigga worships the ground you walk on, and if you give me a real chance, I ain’t doing shit to jeopardize having ya, Nia’Rose.”

I froze, not expecting such a beautiful response. I could feel the sincerity behind his words, and it left me both surprised and touched.

We stared at one another, the connection between us palpable, until Prosper broke the stillness, amplifying that intensity that had formed.

“I want to take you home with me tonight, baby.”

Tingles ran through me as I glanced at the clock on the wall of the restaurant. It was the way he expressed himself that did it for me.

“Home with you?” I asked, though I had heard him loud and clear. I felt a rush of nerves.

“Yeah. That’s cool with you?”

“Hmm, well…”

“Well, what? You safe with me. I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

I laughed. “Prosper, please. We both know you will bite whether I want you to or not.”

He laughed as well, a genuine sound that made me feel lighter.

“Please,” he begged, playfully clasping his hands together.

I offered a half-smile as I weighed my options. “I guess that works. But you have to bring me home in the morning. I have to go meet with my sister around noon. It’s important.”

“No problem,”

∞∞∞

With bated breath, I stepped into Prosper’s home, still in disbelief that I had even agreed to come. His place was extremely nice, inside and outside. The scent that filled the air was heavenly, just like him. I didn’t get too far before my eyes landed on the most stunning dog I had ever seen.

“ Roof !” The Doberman barked, bounding toward us.

“Oh, my. You have a dog?” I asked, smiling.

“Sup, boy,” Prosper greeted as the dog jumped up at his leg. “Yeah, this my lil man, Black.”

“Wow, he’s certainly not little. And he is so beautiful.” I said, admiring the glossy black and brown fur that shimmered under the light. The gold Cuban Chain Link around his neck was even more stunning.

“Down, boy,” Prosper commanded gently, patting Black's head. “You know the rules. Go speak.” He chunked his head, gesturing for him to come to me.

And he did, wagging his tail enthusiastically. A lover of animals, I immediately squatted down to introduce myself and began to pat him. He seemed to really take to me. So much so, that when I stood to follow behind Prosper, Black trotted right after me. Anytime I stopped, he would stop too, and when I sat down on the couch, he plopped down beside me, gazing up at my face with his tongue hanging. The sight made me laugh.

“Is he always this sweet?”

“Only to those he knows. I guess he even recognizes how special you are.” Prosper retrieved Black’s leash from a hook on the wall. “I’m going to take him for a walk. I’ll be right back.” He told me.

However, when he called for Black, he ignored him, pissing him off.

“Nigga, get out my woman’s face and bring yo’ ass on.”

I laughed, watching as Black quickly hopped from the couch and fell into submission.

Later, when Prosper returned, he fed him, and as soon as Black finished his meal, he plopped down right in front of me on the floor. Prosper settled beside me, draping an arm around my shoulder. For some time, we just chilled and watched TV. Without knowing the situation, one would’ve thought we were one big happy family. It was both strange and heartwarming to me, especially when Prosper lifted my feet onto his lap and took his time massaging both.

He was rough around the edges, but his soul was beautiful. I could see it in his actions—the way he cared, the little things he did. His mother and nana, whom he always spoke so highly of, had done their thing raising him.

“I see you went with black on your nails again.” He broke the silence between us, staring at my toes.

My cheeks flushed. “I always choose black, pink, or white, remember?” I deflected his observation.

“True, but this whole month has been black. When I left campus, they were black. I notice you got a refill since then, and yet you didn’t change the color.” He looked at me, wearing a knowing smirk. “I wonder why.”

“Shut up,”

He chuckled, reaching for his glass.

After downing the Hennessy, Prosper leaned in, planting kisses along my neck. I could tell the liquor made him horny. He’d been drinking since we were at the restaurant.

“What are you doing? I thought you wouldn’t bite unless I asked you to.” I said to him, inhaling the mix of the cologne and weed that clung to his body. It was clear he had smoked during his walk with Black.

“I said I wouldn’t bite, ain’t say shit ‘bout kissing.”

I laughed, tilting my neck to give him better access. “Mmm,” I moaned when he slipped two fingers inside of me.

After collecting my juices, Prosper raised his hand to his nose, inhaling deeply before licking them off.

“Why do you always have to smell it?” I asked, playfully rolling my eyes. He was so nasty.

“Cause it smells good,” he replied, his expression serious as he clenched his jaw. It was as if my scent enticed him.

“Let me show you my bedroom, baby.” Prosper lifted me off the couch, commanding Black to stay put.

“And don’t come up unless I tell you too, lil nigga.” He warned with his pinky, the diamonds on his ring sparkling under the glow of the chandelier.

Upstairs, I was greeted by candles and rose petals scattered around the bedroom, creating a romantic ambiance. Suddenly, I understood why Prosper had paused to unlock the bedroom door with a key; he didn’t want Black to come in here and harm himself while he was here alone.

“You did this for me?” I asked, surprised.

“Of course. I brought you here, didn’t I?”

I nodded, realizing how silly my question had been. I took a moment to study the decorations. After all those years with Martin, I couldn’t recall a single instance when he had done something like this for me. Valentine’s Day and birthdays were typically marked by a simple kiss followed by whatever gift. But my love languages went beyond just gifts; they encompassed quality time and acts of service. In such a short time, Prosper had mastered the art of expressing them effortlessly.

“Nia,” he called, gaining my attention.

“Yes?”

“I ain’t never done this before, and I definitely never brought no woman to my crib, ya feel me?”

“Understood,” I replied, silently honored. “You could’ve burned your place down though, Prosper.”

“I have a camera in here. I was checking, plus my neighbors are cool. Nice lil old folks they be home all day. They would’ve gotten Black for me if something happened. Trust me, I had it covered.”

“What if I didn’t want to come here? That would’ve sucked.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I would’ve just done it again on another day.”

“Who said there would be another day?” I teased him, maintaining a straight face.

“Don’t fuck wit’ me, Nia’Rose.”

Prosper gripped my throat and planted a kiss on my lips. Afterward, he undressed me, and I didn’t mind one bit. When he started to remove his own clothes, I found myself mesmerized all over again, having forgotten how incredible his body looked.

Once his boxers hit the floor, he walked over to where he had placed me on the king-sized bed. But before he could climb on, I met him at the edge. I pressed my forehead against his chiseled abs, catching us both off guard. My heart raced wildly inside my chest because of what I planned to do to him.

Lifting my head, Prosper asked, “What you tryin’ to do, baby?”

At times, I couldn't tell who was older—me or him. The boldness he carried made it seem as if he was the one with more life experience.

Driven by desire, I chose not to answer. Instead, I decided to show him. Using my hand, I guided his mushroom-shaped tip into my mouth and began to suck gently, letting my actions speak louder than my words ever could. With the wonderful night he planned for me, he was so deserving.

∞∞∞

Prosper

“Fuckkk,” I groaned in disbelief as I watched Nia suck my dick.

I couldn’t believe this shit was actually going down, but I was grateful. Her head was on point. She took her time taking in every inch of me, slurping slowly. I didn’t mind the pace at all; in fact, the rhythm was perfect, making my toes curl in my socks. I was convinced that she was telling me how much she loved me with her mouth. I loved her ass too.

Once she had all ten inches of me hostage, her eyes traveled up to mine. She relaxed her throat, and her movements quickly morphed into something more frantic and passionate.

“Fuckkkk. Shit, Nia.” I tightened my grip on her long hair, trying to gain control before I came too quickly.

However, she was determined to turn up the intensity. That good girl shit was tossed out of the fuckin’ window. She was a freak tonight…my freak. She ate up my precum as if she was starving… like I didn’t just feed her pretty ass.

As she shifted her rhythm, she added an unexpected touch, bringing her hands into play. She massaged my balls just as softly as she sucked my dick. And just as I tried to recover from the feeling of that, she brought both hands to my base, twisting and stroking in perfect harmony as she sucked me sloppily. She thought she had it, but at some point, she began to gag. That was it—she sent a nigga spiraling.

“Where you want this shit?”

With my mans stuffed in her mouth, Nia hummed loudly with tears pouring from her eyes, and I took that as she wanted me to finish down her throat. I wasn’t wrong—she swallowed every drop without complaint.

As soon as she finished, I pressed my body into hers, gently spreading her thighs apart. She had made her face up so pretty for me that I couldn’t bear fuckin’ any other way than missionary.

“Ooh,” she hissed as I teased her, rubbing my head up and down her soaking wet slit. Pussy was drippin’ for me and it got me back hard quick.

“I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.” She admitted, kissing my lips and then neck.

“You gon let me have ya like this?”

“W…what?”

“Are you gon let me make love to you without a rubber, Nia?” I asked, my patience thin.

I wanted to feel her raw so bad that my dick throbbed from anticipation.

“Make sure you pull out, okay?” She said, the beat of her heart changing against my chest. The look in her eyes told me she was nervous, but down.

Nodding, I slid into her, eager to feel the difference. “Ah, shit,” I said immediately as I intruded. It felt like heaven on earth, an overwhelming rush that left me breathless. This shit was new to me. I had never gone without protection.

“Pussy missed me, baby.” I kissed her as her walls embraced me.

“Yesss, so much.”

Holding her body close, I stroked Nia nice and slow. I wanted to show her how much I missed her too. I kissed on her neck before sucking on her titties. Pausing momentarily, I ate her pussy too, and came back up again, sliding my dick back into her.

“Uhhhh, ahhhh,” she cried out, drenching me.

Felt like a nigga was on cloud nine as I stroked her. The blunt I had smoked earlier had me elevated but the pussy took me to a whole different level of comfort.

“Gawd damn,” I growled, literally drowning in her ocean.

Maybe missionary was a bad idea after all. Nia made me too weak in this position. Looking at her pretty face and titties while her walls suffocated me was all too much to handle. Resting on my elbows, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to focus on some other shit before I came again. But my plan didn’t work. The sound of her moaning and soaking up my dick fucked me up even more. I felt like a virgin.

“Hold up. Quiet down for me, baby. Please.” I had to plead with her, tapping her thigh. “You gonna make a nigga break that promise and nut in you. Ain’t never fucked without a rubber before.”

“Okay,” she said, and we paused all movement to kiss. Emotions I had never felt before flowed through my body as she sucked on my lips.

After I got myself together, I began to stroke again, locking eyes with her, trying to gauge her feelings. I wanted to know if she felt the same as me.

Her eyes were watery, her lips were parted, and her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. If I couldn’t figure out anything else, I knew for a fact that my dick felt good to her.

“Prosper,” she called, her body trembling.

I knew from experience she didn’t want shit; she was just caught up in the moment, so I kissed her forehead gently.

“You so beautiful,” I told her, cherishing the bomb ass connection that was blossoming between us.

“Oooohhhh, uhhhhhh… Prosperrrrrer.” She said louder this time, her eyelids collapsing.

“Shitttt, you just came all over my dick, baby.” I recognized the increase of her moisture immediately.

Nia cried, her eyes low, and it pushed me over the edge to see her so satisfied.

“Fuck, baby.” I stole a couple more strokes before I pulled out and shot my seeds on her stomach.