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Prosper

“This isn’t how I imagined my life to go at this age. I wanted to be married by now with my first child.” Nia broke the silence between us. We had been lying down, trying to catch our breaths.

I glanced over at her, realizing she was even deeper in her feelings. I shook my head, hoping she wasn’t about to start trippin’ on me. I had to get her ass together real quick because she wasn’t leaving my side anytime soon.

“Where that come from?” I questioned her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Just thinking. Guess I can’t believe I’m falling for a man who’s eleven years younger than me and was once my student. Life is so funny… and scary as hell.”

“None of that other shit matters. The only thing that matters is I wanna give you what you want ‘cause I want that too. I wanna be married and have me a lil one.”

“I mean I get that, but you’re only twenty-five years old, Prosper. We are on two different timelines. Ain’t no telling when you’ll be ready for those things, and that’s understandable.”

“I’d take yo’ ass to Vegas and marry you today if you’d let me. We can plan a bigger wedding in the future.”

She laughed until she saw I didn’t. “You’re serious.”

“Hell yeah,” I pulled her onto my lap, adjusting my head on the pillow. “I was just tellin’ Black last month that I was gonna give him a sister or brother.”

Nia thought that shit was so funny. She fell out laughing again, playing in my muthafuckin’ face.

“You’re crazy, boy.”

“I ain’t no boy. I’m a man, baby. And I know what I want in life. I want you and to make ya happy. Whatever that looks like. Let’s do it.” It was a bold proclamation, but in that moment, it felt right, just like everything else between us.

Gripping her waist, I lifted her and slid her down me, not allowing our bodies time to recover from the last round… not giving her time to get stuck in her head.

“Oooh,” she winced. “Jesus, do you ever get tired?”

“Nah,” I kept it real with her. “This the only time you ever have to worry about my age showin’.”

Nia offered me a half-smile as she caught my rhythm, winding her hips. We fucked like this for a while. I didn’t want much from her at the moment, only for her to listen to me and be receptive.

While she took control, riding me effortlessly, my hands roamed up to her breasts, massaging both. All I could think about was how much milk I was going to suck out of these pretty muthafuckas when the time came for her to carry my baby. The thought fueled my desire even more.

“You don’t even realize how much I want you, Nia’Rose,” I told her, infatuated.

“Uhhhh,” she moaned, tossing her head back. “How much?”

“So much that I applied to a fuckin’ campus over forty minutes away from my crib just to have you. So much that I’m ready to drop another bag with my jeweler just to secure you. That’s how much.” I tugged at the diamond necklace I put around her neck.

“Secure me,” she bit down on her bottom lip, nodding. “Mm, I like the sound of that. I love security. I just wanna feel…” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I slammed her up and down my dick.

“Feel what, mama?” I paused, popping her on the ass to bring her back to reality.

That shit didn’t work though; she just creamed harder. Nia was a nasty muthafucka once she let her guard down. I gripped her throat, squeezing.

“Ahhh,”

“Feel what?”

“I…I just want to feel safe. Like I’m making the right choices.” She wore her insecurities on her sleeve, and I cherished her vulnerability. It made her all the more real to me.

“Choosing me is you making the right choice. I wanna give you the world. Real talk. You just gotta stop worrying about that other shit and let me.”

“I have to let you,” she whispered, more to herself than me.

“You have to let me,” I repeated, abruptly lifting her in the air.

“Prosper, what the fuck are you doing? Why would you stop?” She grew frustrated the moment we detached.

I smirked at how she feigned for me before guiding her body upward and lowering her pussy onto my mouth. The shift in dynamic only intensified the moment, and I could feel the connection between us deepening with every lick I provided.

“Mmmmmm,” another moan fell from her lips.

Her thighs damn near suffocated me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I ate her up until she came hard on my face. Beard dripping with her essence, I flipped us on our sides, digging in her from the back.

“Shit might not be ideal to you. But I’ma marry you, then you gon’ have my baby, Nia. And I ain’t tryna hear shit else about it, understand?”

“Uhhhhhhh,”

I put my hand around her throat, gradually tightening my grip with each stroke since that seemed to be the only way she fuckin’ listened.

“Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Tell me you gonna have my baby after I marry you.”

“I’m going to have your baby.”

“You promise me?”

“I… I promise you, Prosper.”

Pulling out, I nutted on her butt.

∞∞∞

Nia’Rose

Around nine a.m., I awoke to my alarm and a faint smell. Lifting my head to locate Prosper, I noticed the empty side of the bed—he was gone. Suddenly, a bark pierced the silence, and I glanced down to see Black sitting on the floor, looking up at me. I couldn't help but laugh.

I’m assuming as soon as Prosper granted him the okay, he came straight to me. He had a toy near him that told me he had been there for a while, playing.

“Good morning, Black. How are you?” I spoke as I silenced my phone.

He barked twice in response, wagging his tail.

“I’m okay, I guess. Where’s your daddy?”

Instead of giving me a clue, Black crawled closer, and I took that as my cue to give him some affection. He clearly craved my attention. After we shared a moment, I decided to get out of bed, put on one of Prosper’s t-shirts, and find him myself. As I descended the stairs, the delightful aroma that had stirred me from sleep intensified. I recognized the scent of something delicious. Sure enough, I found Prosper in the kitchen, cooking what looked like omelets.

“Wow, you can cook,” I said to him, surprised.

“Hell yeah,” he replied, glancing over his shoulder at me. “My T lady didn’t fuck around when I was growing up. She told me it wasn’t a gender thing. I needed to know how to cook for survival.”

“I see,”

“You know how to cook?” he asked.

I shook my head immediately, a bit embarrassed. “Unfortunately, no.”

“You telling me you can change a tire but don’t know how to cook?”

“Yeah, it sounds crazy, I know. But Steph did all the cooking when we were growing up. She spoiled me, so I never learned.”

“That ain’t no issue. Ya man knows how to cook.”

I felt myself blush as I slowly took a seat at the bar, watching him. He had my pussy so sore that I was going to need a warm bath with Epsom Salt before I went to meet with Steph. Once he was done, we headed back upstairs to his balcony. Like him, I devoured the omelet, leaving no crumbs behind—it was delicious.

“You always get up this early to cook?” I asked Prosper, who was gazing at the view.

“Nah, I just wanted to share a moment with you before you left me.”

“Prosper,” I stared at him in amazement. “You’re truly a good guy.”

“That’s what I been tryna tell your strict ass.”

We shared a laugh before I grew quiet, bowing my head in deep thought.

“So… wassup?” he asked.

“Wassup with what?”

“You mine or what? I know how I feel ‘bout ya, but I need to hear from your mouth where you stand.”

“You truly ready after just one date?”

“I was ready the first time I saw your pretty face in that classroom, Nia’Rose.”

I smiled, again. I couldn’t seem to stop. He had a mouthpiece on him.

“We need to discuss something else.”

“What’s that?”

“What all do you do for money?”

“I don’t do what you think I do, mama. I told you I don’t sell drugs.”

“So, you’re telling me you make all your money from selling your clothing line?” I asked, rhetorically. My common sense told me he didn’t.

“Nah,” he was honest. “Not all of it.”

“Is the other thing legal?”

He shook his head no. “But I can’t tell you exactly what it is until I know for a fact that I can trust you, ya feel me?”

“Well, whatever it is… is that a long-term thing for you? I mean, I can’t be getting caught up in anything, Prosper.”

“I know that. I’d never put you in a position to get caught up in my shit. And to answer your question, nah, I promised my nana before she died that I’d stop. I’ve been saving as much as I spend. On top of that, I plan to open a store to sell my clothing line after I get my degree. And who knows, I may be able to open more one day.”

His determination shone through as he spoke, and I admired his ambition despite the bad.

“Okay,”

“You got your answer. Now, give me one.” Prosper leaned over, stroking my cheek. “Are you mine?”

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I said,

“We will see about the title.” I answered, trying to remain cautious. “But I do really like you and with that being said, I’m not interested in anyone else. My body is yours.”

“Shit…I can work with that.”

A few hours later, Prosper and Black had driven me home. He walked me inside and did something I never expected from him—he placed two bankrolls on my bar counter.

“W…what’s that for?” I asked, in shock.

He shrugged, looking both serious and incredibly handsome. “Whatever you want to use it for.”

“What? Are you serious? How much is this?” I examined the money.

“Ten bands,”

“Prosper, what? Ten thousand dollars?”

“Shit… what? You need more?” He reached into his pockets, but I stopped him.

“No. No. I don’t need more. Geesh.”

We locked eyes as I moved to the center of the living room to where he stood, wrapping my arms around his neck. In all honesty, he made me so happy.

“You’re insane,” I stood on the tips of my toes, whispering against his ear.

“You’ve become a nigga’s soft spot. I just wanna make sho you straight.” He said, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I could sense just how smitten he was. “You gonna let me come through later?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied eagerly, squeezing my pussy muscles. I knew what came with that and I couldn’t wait to feel him again. “I’ll call you when I get hom—"

My words were abruptly cut off when Stephanie walked through the front door. I had completely forgotten we had planned to meet here to ride to our destination together.

We all stood there awkwardly for a moment until she broke the silence.

“Oooh, I knew it,” she said, shaking her head and giggling. “Talkin’ 'bout Mahogany Teakwood. Baby, I knew you brought his ass home that night, or should I say he brought you home. I’m calling Shay. That heffa owes me some money. She swore you didn’t have it in you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as my eyelids fluttered down in embarrassment. But this time, it was her teasing that had me uneasy.

∞∞∞

“So, you really like him, huh?” Stephanie asked as we sat in the busy food court of the mall.

We had just left the building she was considering for her private practice, and since she decided it was time to take the plunge, I wanted us to celebrate. We were grabbing a bite to eat before doing a little shopping. With the money Prosper had given me, I was excited to treat us both.

“I do. A lot.” I answered.

She blushed. “Awe, that’s so good, sis. I’m really glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone and giving him a chance. You seem so happy today. For that, Mr. Prosper gets a ton of cool points from me.”

“Yeah, there’s a lot that scares me though. One is the age gap and the fact that I’m falling for him so quickly. I don’t think that’s normal, Steph.”

Of course, there was more to the story, but I chose to keep the rest to myself. If Stephanie knew everything, we’d be here all day with her trying to counsel me. It was the therapist in her, and honestly, I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to get inside my head and figure out if I was okay for fucking around with my ex-student, who was also a damn criminal. I was risking everything for Prosper.

I couldn’t imagine being on the outside looking in at my situation; I would definitely judge. But the truth is, I wasn’t just infatuated with a man who was good in bed. It was his actions and kind heart that truly had me hooked.

She laughed. “Sis, don’t worry about all that. You seem to genuinely enjoy him. Remember Daddy said he and Mommy were the same way. Sometimes, when you know, you just know. Just give it a real chance, okay?”

Her words resonated, bringing a sense of comfort and reassurance. It was true that there was something special about what I felt for Prosper, something that drew me in despite the uncertainties.

“Yeah, I hear you. I am.”

And I was. Putting aside my worries, I decided to go with the flow and see where things with Prosper led. I was convinced as long as I took my time, I would be fine.

My time with my sister flew by, and before I knew it, I was back home. After grading papers, I texted Prosper, giving him the green light to come over. He replied that he’d be here as soon as he finished his shower.

Pulling out the sexy gown and thong I had just purchased from a boutique at the mall, I decided to take one myself. I planned to surprise Prosper by greeting him in it and showing him exactly where some of his money had gone. But not even fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. I couldn’t believe how quickly he had arrived.

Knowing I wasn’t quite ready to abandon the water, I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my body, and tiptoed through the house to answer the door. When I opened it, a smile broke across my face as Prosper stepped inside.

“Wassup, baby?” he said, leaning in to kiss me.

“Hey, you smell so good,” I told him. “I’m almost done in the shower.”

“You good. Don’t rush.” He replied as I headed back to the restroom.

I resumed washing with my favorite body moisturizer, getting lost in the sensation of the hot water cascading over my skin, melting away my tension. I was so absorbed that I didn’t even notice Prosper had come in. The sound of the shower door opening and sliding shut snapped me back to reality. I turned to face him, gasping at how incredibly good he looked. The sight of him naked would never get old to me.

“W... what are you doing in here? I thought you already showered.” I said, eyeing the thickness between his legs.

Prosper shrugged. “I did, but I want to shower again wit’ you.” He kissed my shoulder as he took the sponge from my hand and started to wash me. “How was your time wit’ ya sister?”

“It was good. She finally settled on a building for her private practice. She’s a therapist.”

“Cool, that’s dope.”

“What did you do today?”

“Slept then took Black to the park. Chilled after that.”

“Mm, okay.” I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch. “You got here so fast.”

“Cause I been waiting by the phone for you to hit me, Nia’Rose.”

God, I loved it when he said my entire name.

Prosper lathered my entire body before gripping my throat gently and guiding me under the water to rinse off the suds. Since I had already started washing my hair, I didn’t mind being soaked. Once my back hit the wall, my face had enough space from the water to open my eyes.

“You look so fuckin’ good.” He said, eyeing me while biting his bottom lip.

“Come closer,” I urged, pulling him under the water with me.

Prosper bent his head down and kissed me passionately as I wrapped my arms around his neck. In that moment, I felt my soul leave my body. It’s as if fireworks were exploding in the background. The way his touch and kisses ignited something within me was intoxicating, making me crave more of this connection that felt both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

Pausing, Prosper rubbed the tip of his nose against mine, a sincere look in his dark eyes as he squeezed my ass cheeks. He was a gotdamn menace, yet so gentle with me.

“Crazy as fuck about you, mama.” He voiced, water pouring from him.

His words sent a flutter through my chest, and I nodded, feeling the same way that he did. “I’m crazy about you too.”

Strategically, I planted soft kisses on his beard as I reached my hand between us and latched onto his dick. He groaned and I could soon feel the heat radiating from him. His eyelids shut and his head fell back as I stroked him.

“You’re so big, baby.” I said, my lips brushing against his neck as I kissed him softly there. The sweet endearment that finally fell from my lips felt so natural.

Prosper groaned, his stomach tightening as his body quivered from the pleasure and it turned me on more to see him react that way. As my mouth parted against his, I lifted my leg, positioning my foot against the shower wall. Back and forth, I rubbed my pussy against his hardness.

“Fuckkkk, that shit feels so good.” He quickly assisted, gripping my thigh for me and circling his waist.

Both in complete bliss, we let out soft moans. He was right; the friction felt amazing. As usual, I was the first to break, my juices leaking onto him like a broken faucet. I would never fully understand how I was trying to please him, yet he ended up pleasing me even more.

I became so wet that he accidentally slipped inside me, and we cherished the feeling until he pulled out and returned to the foreplay.

“Can’t stay inside ya or I’ma get you pregnant a lot sooner than you want me to.”

Nodding in understanding, I let him continue to rub against me. While feeling his dick would always top anything else, I couldn’t deny that this experience felt extremely good too. When I sensed he was near, I turned around, guiding him to rest against the wall instead. I could tell he needed the support, his breath coming in heavy pants.

With him anchored there, I took over, the warm water cascading down around us as I jacked him off. I kept at it until he muttered that he was cumming. Swiftly, I dropped to my knees, took his dick into my mouth, and allowed him to cum down my throat.

It was a moment of intimacy that would be forever sketched in my memory. A moment that was electric and left us satisfied and breathless.