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Nia’Rose

With my back arched and my head tilted upward, I reveled in the sensation of Prosper's mouth against my skin, my hand gripping the back of his head. But then, he broke our connection for the second time, leaving me feeling a deep ache from the abruptness. My eyes searched his, confusion furrowing my brows.

“C’mere,” he ordered, tilting his head slightly to signal me to come sit on his lap.

I lowered my gaze to the massive, veiny pole that poked between his legs, glistening with my essence. At that moment, I understood the sudden pause; Prosper needed more. He needed to connect with the source of where those juices were created.

I also understood that in that moment I had fucked up, letting things go way too far. However, I refused to turn back now, especially not after seeing what he had to offer me.

“My God…” I whispered as I examined his length… his thickness…his discoloration. Prosper was blessed with way more than just his good looks.

Before I knew it, I was swept up for moving too slowly and gently placed on his lap. I’d never admit it to him, but his take-charge attitude was incredibly attractive to me. Swiftly, he reclined his seat all the way back as I adjusted my trembling legs on either side of him. Once I was settled, he leaned in close, kissing and exploring every inch of my body with his hands. He took his time too.

“You tense again, mama. You don’t want me?”

Prosper looked up at me with the most seductive gaze I’d ever encountered, forcing me to be compliant.

“I do,”

“Aight then. Fuck I tell ya? Show me.” He followed up with another kiss on my neck, and my body immediately obliged to the peace and warmth he was offering.

By the time Prosper finished exploring me with his lips, my dress and thong had been torn away by his slick ass hands, leaving me completely exposed in his slab. Yeah, he was certainly a criminal.

What the hell, Nia? I chastised myself as I watched him remove his shirt and then roll on a condom that he’d retrieved from the console.

“Let me feel that pussy, baby. I know this muthafucka feel as good as it tastes.” He said beneath me, regaining my focus.

Prosper was stroking his dick and licking his lips as if he were dying to have me, and that was all it took to push my better judgment aside. He looked so damn good. In a moment of reckless behavior, I lifted myself and then lowered my pussy onto him.

“Shit,” we both hissed, caught in the overwhelming sensation of our bodies connecting.

Unprepared for what he offered, my body froze in place halfway and Prosper quickly stepped in to assist. He placed his hands on my hips, slowly easing me down his girth while kissing me hungrily. His thickness stretched me wide. The sensation was a mix of both pain and pleasure as I adjusted to his size.

“Yeah, this shit good as fuck,” he growled, pausing momentarily. “Why the fuck yo’ pussy so tight like this, Nia?” His upper lip curled.

I couldn’t even answer him. I was too busy whimpering.

Once he was buried deep, we both had to take a moment to steady ourselves. I could feel what he felt; my walls clung to him perfectly, almost as if my pussy had been designed just for him. The intensity was driving me wild, and he hadn't even started to move yet.

Gripping my ass cheeks, Prosper began to slowly glide me up and down his dick as we locked eyes. We soaked up the moment together, both of our mouths parting. I was sure he felt the same disbelief I did; we were really doing this, and it felt amazing.

“You feel so fuckin’ good to me. You mine fasho.” Prosper professed, leaning in to bite my neck.

The combination of his words and the sensation of his grill sinking into my skin sent shivers down my spine.

“Ahhhhhhh,”

“I feel good to you, Nia?”

“You do,” I promised him, lost in a state of pure ecstasy.

“Tell me that shit then.”

He tore into my flesh again.

“I can feel you all over me, and you feel sooo good, Prosper.” I coward, wincing.

“Fuckkk,”

Prosper changed the pace, slamming me down onto his rod with rapid intensity. I screamed so loudly from the powerful impact that I feared the neighbors might hear and call the police. He must have had the same concern because he quickly placed a hand over my mouth, all while still rearranging my guts.

The car shook with each and every thrust, the windows were now ridiculously fogged and the sound of our bodies colliding drowned out the low screw music that had been playing.

Drawing his hand back, Prosper slapped my ass cheek hard.

“Oooh, c…careful.” I managed to say before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Y…your stitches.”

“You think I give a fuck about these stitches right now?” He replied, smacking my ass again before inserting his middle finger into my butt.

“Ohhhhh myyyyy,” my stomach tightened.

“Fuck, cum on this dick.” He recognized the sign.

And my body responded, releasing waves of my honey. Loudly, I cried out, drenching him.

After I came, Prosper instructed me to get into the backseat. Without complaint, I obeyed, crawling back and waiting for him. But he surprised me when he joined me in a way I hadn't anticipated. Instead of sitting down for me to get back on top, he had something else in mind.

His Cadillac CTS wasn’t a bedroom, but it was spacious and Prosper got the job done. He got on his knees on the back floor, spreading my legs in the air, and buried his face in my pussy. He devoured me, licking and sucking as if I were the last meal he would ever eat.

“Mmmmm, ahhhh, Prosper.” I couldn’t help but moan his name when he spit on my clit, then latched on to it.

“Say my shit louder,” he commanded, pausing to kiss the insides of my thighs.

The heat of his breath heightened my senses, giving me the urge to comply. “Prosperrrrrr,”

“Hell yeah,” he nodded, diving back in.

Prosper must have been eating my pussy for twenty minutes straight before I finally surrendered to him again. I had to give it to him. He was a selfless man, wanting to make sure I was highly satisfied before he got his. And after I came, he rose, pinning his body against mine.

“I just wanna please you, mama.” He said, guiding his dick back inside me.

And I moaned on impact, ecstatic to feel it again. “You are pleasing me. You feel so good inside of my pussy.” I couldn’t help the dirty words that flew from my mouth.

With one of my thighs lifted on his shoulder, Prosper stroked at a steady pace while offering me his tongue to suck on. And when I finished clearing my essence, he rested his head in the crook of my neck as he pushed deeper, creating a sense of intimacy that both frightened me and made me feel soft inside.

I was caught between the thrill of the moment and the aftermath of what this could bring. Prosper wasn’t just fucking me like a nigga who just wanted pussy for the night. No. He was fucking me as if I was indeed his and he owned this pussy for life.

“You’re so dangerous, Prosper Shakur.” I couldn’t help but say, overwhelmed by how good he felt.

“Neva to you though. To you, I’ll always be a good nigga, Nia’Rose.”

“My goodness…”

Hanging on to his every word, I rubbed his back with one hand while the other gripped the nape of his neck. He was a sweaty mess, but I did not give a fuck. In this instance, I craved every bit of this chocolate goodness.

I found myself offering Prosper comfort as if he were truly my man. I kissed and massaged him while he dicked me down. As wrong as this shit was, it felt so right. So right that I spread my legs even wider for him and rested one foot on his window, heightening his excitement at my flexibility.

He fucked me harder.

He fucked me deeper.

The fucking was so good that I began to drool. Prosper didn’t hesitate to lick it from the corner of my lips either. At some point, he slowed down his movements as he stared deeply into my eyes. There was something about the way this young nigga always looked at me that ignited a fire in my soul, making me weak.

Right now, with my titties pressed against his chains, I felt powerless to consider the consequences of our actions. I was too lost in the heat of what we were sharing. My hips moved in a circle instead, perfectly matching his intense rhythm.

“What you doing to me, Nia’Rose?” He questioned, his eyes low and droopy with passion.

“W…whatever it is you’re doing to me.” I replied breathlessly, feeling our connection intensify as the moonlight beamed down upon us.

He opened his mouth to respond, but his words got tangled in a deep grunt this time.

“What?” I asked him, kissing his jaw as it tightened. The dick had me all in.

“I’m nuttin’,” he confessed, pinning my thighs even deeper into the peanut butter seats. “Fuckkkk...” His grip was so tight that he left marks all over my thighs.

∞∞∞

After our passionate encounter, I sank into the couch, lost in deep thought. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. Somehow, Prosper had not only charmed his way into my panties but into my home as well. He had asked to use the restroom, and before I knew it, he was sitting right next to me. Awkward, was an understatement.

As Prosper stared at me, my thoughts raced with how I would get him to leave. I had crossed a line, and now I was back at square one. A bundle of nerves, fearing the repercussions this would have on my career if anyone found out.

“So, you just gonna ignore me?” He asked, stopping me from picking at my nails.

Removing my hand from his, I turned to respond to him, but a soft knock at the door made me freeze in confusion. The sound surprised Prosper too, and he looked at me quizzically.

“Expecting someone?” he asked with squinted eyes.

“No,” I whispered, glancing nervously at the clock on the wall.

Without hesitation, Prosper reached for the gun tucked in his waistband. “You okay with me getting i—?

“Sis, it’s me,” Stephanie called out, cutting him short.

My heart dropped as I listened to her knock once more. I shot a glance back at Prosper.

“Shit, it’s my sister,” I whispered.

“I see that,” he replied, unfazed.

“Can you go inside my bedroom and wait there? I’m sure she just came to check on me.”

“You want me to hide, baby?” He questioned, his expression intense. “I’m a grown ass man.”

“It has nothing to do with us being grown, Prosper. I don’t want her seeing you here for my own personal reasons.”

Another knock echoed through the door, this time harder. “Sissy, open up, or I’m calling the police. I can’t find my gotdamn key.”

“Prosper, please.”

“Aight, calm down.” He got up, doing as I asked.

After he closed the bedroom door, I sprang up to unlock the front door. As I did so, it hit me that I was still without underwear, thanks to Prosper having torn the ones I wore to the club in half.

“I’m coming,” I called, trying to sound normal though I was nervous.

I did not need my sister to see Prosper again and ask a million questions. Granted, I was grown as hell. But I couldn’t decide which would be more embarrassing: her thinking I had a one-night stand with a guy I barely knew or her finding out that I actually knew him, and he was my fuckin’ student.

I fumbled with the lock, clearly taking too long for Stephanie’s liking. As soon as the door swung open, she barged in. I shouldn’t have been surprised she popped up; it was so her to do so.

“Sis, girl. What the hell are you doing here so late?” I asked.

“I had to make sure you were okay.” She replied, looking me over.

“I just bet you did. I told you I was fine over the phone.”

“Yeah, but I had to be sure. You're out here hitching rides and shit. A muthafucka ain’t gonna kidnap you and make you tell me some bullshit to keep me from thinking you’re in danger.”

“Steph, please. No one has kidnapped me. I told you to stop watching that damn Criminal Minds. It’s got you paranoid and overthinking everything.”

I plopped down onto the couch with my blanket, and boy, did I regret it. My pussy and legs ached so much that I bit down on my bottom lip to ease the discomfort.

She laughed, easing up. “Mmhm, whatever. Tonight was crazy. I just had to confirm with my own two eyes.”

“It was, but I’m okay. Now that you see, you can go home, heffa.”

“Not you kicking me out.” She snickered, heading toward the kitchen. “And what’s that smell in here? Smells so good.”

Inwardly, I cursed myself for letting Prosper in, fully aware of the scent she was referring to. It was the same intoxicating fragrance that often left me weak in the knees and had me sprawled out in the backseat of a slab like some lovestruck teenager just an hour ago.

“What does it smell like?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Chile, a fine ass chocolate man. That’s what.”

And is. I thought but laughed instead, trying to keep my composure.

“Let me find out you brought that fine ass youngin’ from the club home with you.”

“Bitch, hush. No.” I lied straight through my teeth. “Must be my new Mahogany Teakwood candle. I got the intense kind this time.”

“Girl, I haven’t been to Bath & Body Works in ages. I remember it smelling like cologne, but damn, I don’t recall it smelling that good. I might just have to snag one from your stash.”

“No, ma’am. I don’t have any extras, so go home. And what you in my kitchen for?” I hurriedly changed the subject.

“Ugh, someone had too many drinks at the club. You real cranky.” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “I just need to get Shay an energy drink. She’s gonna kill me. She told me your ass was fine, but I insisted on us driving all the way here anyway.”

“And for nothing,” I added.

“Yep, but oh well. I’d rather be safe than sorry. She can fuss all she wants. You bitches wouldn’t be alive today if it weren’t for my ways.”

She was right. One summer, many years ago, I wanted to go swimming while she had a headache. She told me to stay put until she felt better, but I ignored her and went with Shay and a few of her friends, and I nearly drowned. Luckily, Stephanie had come to the neighborhood pool to check on us and caught me just in time. And the number of sticky situations she’d gotten Shay out of had become countless.

“No argument there, ma’am.” I told her.

As she moved around the kitchen, I silently counted down in my head. She grabbed Shay a Red Bull and herself a pack of Fruit Snacks.

“Okay, okay. I’ll get out of your hair. Goodnight, my love. And no church for me tomorrow, unfortunately. I’ll be in bed all day. My head is throbbing. Kiss Daddy for me and tell him I’m sorry.”

“Alright, love you.” I hugged her.

“Love you too, sis.”

Once Stephanie was gone, I locked the door and walked into my bedroom. Prosper was sitting on the edge of the bed, his large hands clasped, looking so damn good.

“Hey,” I said softly.

“Sup,” he replied, chunking his head up. “Mahogany Teakwood, huh?” he joked. “My T lady loves that shit.”

I offered a half-smile but did not indulge in the banter. Truthfully, now that everything had settled, I felt uneasy about my actions.

Pulling me by the hand, Prosper guided me between his legs. To my surprise, I didn’t object. However, I did feel the need to share my thoughts as he abruptly lifted my dress over his head, taking a sniff of my scent.

Whew, stay focused, Nia’Rose.

“Tonight was good.” I couldn’t help but be honest with him and myself.

“Tonight was great ,” he corrected, kissing my landing strip.

“It was but this can’t go any further, okay?”

Removing my dress from over his head, Prosper looked up at me, perplexed. “What you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Again, tonight was amazing. If I’m being honest, it was just what I needed. But it can’t happen again.”

“After what I just felt, I’m not tryna hear that shit, Nia.” Prosper squeezed my thighs.

In response, I cradled his handsome face in my hands, my thumb tracing the small tattoo beside his eye. My goodness, he was so handsome… so rugged…and so off-limits.

“In a perfect world, we would’ve met under different circumstances. You’d chase me, I’d finally break, we’d have incredible sex, and I might be open to whatever you’re trying to offer me beyond tonight. But that’s not the case for us, Prosper. We have to be realistic about this. I can’t let one night of passion cloud my judgment. You are my student.” I borrowed his words from class, attempting to persuade myself more than him.

He sighed before nodding. “I understand that, but—”

“But nothing. You care about my livelihood in some capacity, right?”

“I cared about ya period before I even understood why, Nia’Rose.”

Closing my eyes, I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from kissing his sexy chocolate lips. The way the light caught his golds was intoxicating, and I felt the heat rising in my chest. But it was really how Prosper carried himself that did it for me more than anything. He often spoke with a maturity that belied his age, his words thoughtful and measured.

“Well, if you care about me as much as you claim you do, you wouldn’t want to risk putting my livelihood in even more jeopardy. I worked so hard for my career.”

Silence hung between us for a moment before he shook his head. “Damn, you gonna pull that on me again, huh?”

“You have to go,” I said, my voice firmer this time.

Disappointed, he sat there for another five seconds before rising to his towering height. “Are you sho, baby?”

“Positive,” I replied, trying to sound resolute, though my body and newfound feelings begged him to stay. Despite what I often told him, I absolutely loved when he called me ‘baby.’

"Aight, but only on one condition." His gaze connected with mine.

"What is it?"

Bending down to reach my ear, Prosper drew me closer and whispered,

“You let me feel you all night."

I promise on my mother’s grave that I was about to say no, however, my words got caught in my throat when I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and his large dick pressing against me. We shared a deep, passionate kiss with his hand gripping my throat, and I found myself weak for him all over again.

"You give me all night wit’ ya, and I'll let you be, aight?" He negotiated, lifting my dress and squeezing my ass cheeks. "Aight?" Then he lowered himself to his knees, kissing my core.

"Okay," I nodded, helplessly. "Okay."

He positioned me on the bed, spreading my legs wide and asking me to hold them in place. And as I complied, he quickly shed his clothes and applied another rubber. When he returned between my thighs, a gasp of pleasure escaped my lips. This time, we had more space and light, allowing me to watch him vividly as he savored every inch of me.

"Name fits you well, Nia. You smell so good.” He said, rubbing his nose against my slit before licking it again. “Just like a rose.”

My body trembled in response.

"And it’s so fuckin’ beautiful. When you had this pussy waxed, did you know it would be for me?"

I couldn't help but leak.

He slipped two fingers inside me, moving in and out while teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. He maintained this rhythm for a while before varying the pace. When he simultaneously targeted my G-spot, the pleasure intensified, and a wave of sensation washed over me, creating an overwhelming feeling as if I had to pee.

“Ohhhh, wait. Prosper, wait.” I tried to push his head away, but he wouldn't budge.

“Nah, you said I could have you all night, baby. Lay yo’ pretty ass back down.”

“But it feels like I have to pee.”

“So pee then.” He sucked on my pussy lips, coaxing me further.

Caught off guard by his encouragement and unable to resist his strength, I found myself forced to stay still and surrender to his passion. Moments later, fluid shot from me in a way I had never experienced before.

“Ahhhhhhh.”

Prosper whistled, looking up at me, his beard drenched. “Well, would you look at that.”

“I’m so sor—”

"You just squirted all over me. I love that shit. Ain’t no need to be sorry.”

After eagerly cleaning up my mess with his tongue, Prosper removed my dress and flipped my body over, positioning me on all fours. With protection already on, he pressed my face into the comforter and entered me with vengeance. The way I instantly creamed, you'd think it had been ages since I last had him. But no, it was just that I was as eager as he was for this next round.

Balls deep, Prosper fucked me. It seemed to me that he was seasoned at this shit.

“Ooooooooh,”

“Fuckkkk,” he groaned, drowning out my loud howls. “I don’t give a fuck what you say. This pussy mine, Nia.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Shit’s mine,” he pounded into me harder, leaving me no choice but to agree.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Every inch of my pussy is yours, Prosper Shakur.” I went along with his fantasy for the night.

“That’s what a nigga knows.” He slapped my ass cheek before slowing his rhythm.

Finally able to catch my breath, I lifted my head and glanced back at him, instantly mesmerized once more. His marked and sculpted physique was a masterpiece. As his dick massaged my g-spot, his eyes locked onto mine, coaxing out words from me that I desperately tried to suppress.

“You look so good.”

He smirked at the compliment, his hands roaming all over my backside as he deep stroked me. “And you look so beautiful while taking this dick.”

“Prosper.”

“Hm?” He licked his lips. “What is it, mama?”

“I don’t even know.”

He chuckled, gripping me by the throat and pulling my back against his chest. He kept his pace while offering me his tongue. I noticed he loved doing that. Being a kisser myself, I couldn’t resist taking hold of it. We shared another long, deep kiss, but this time it was sloppy, fueled by desire and emotion.

"Open your mouth wider for me.” Prosper commanded, yanking my head down by my hair.

And I did.

He spat into it, and to my shock, I swallowed without complaint. I had never done anything like that before. He had unlocked a new kink. My pussy grew even wetter.

“You taste good, hm?” he asked, referring to my juices he collected earlier.

“Yeah.”

“That’s why I can’t keep my mouth off of ya, baby.”

As soon as the words left his lips, I pulled him back in for another passionate kiss. Once again, I was all in.

“Damnnn,” Prosper moaned against my lips, still fucking me from behind. “I’m ‘bout to nut, mama.”

“Me too.”

∞∞∞

The next morning, I woke up and, after half an hour of fussing and rebandaging Prosper’s wound, I finally managed to get him out of my place. I quickly took a shower and got dressed, opting for my navy blue Stratosphere Suiting Stripes Pant Set.

I sleeked my hair up into a neat bun, not having much time to flat iron it. In a rush to hit the phone store before the second service at church began, I left right after putting on my pumps. Out with the old and in with the new, I decided to change my number, hoping for a fresh start.

After leaving Verizon, I arrived at church just in time and spotted my father waiting in his truck. I smiled and gathered myself, despite the lingering ache in my body from the night with Prosper. I quickly popped two Tylenol Extra Strengths with a bottle of water, reapplied my lipstick, and stepped out. As soon as I did, I regretted not taking a page from Stephanie's book and staying home. My thighs were sore as if I’d just finished an intense workout. In a way, I suppose I had.

“Baby girl,” my father greeted me with a warm hug. No matter how old we got, we would always be his baby girls in his eyes.

Franklin Mosley was an upstanding man, an exceptional heart surgeon, and a pillar of the community. He embodied the essence of Black excellence, and I felt incredibly fortunate to call him my father. Did I also mention that he was a God-fearing man?

“Hey, daddy,” I replied, feeling comforted by his presence. He looked so handsome in a nicely tailored suit, his salt-and-pepper hair freshly cut.

“Your sister isn’t coming today?” He asked, glancing inside my car window for a glimpse of Stephanie.

“No, she told me to tell you she’s so sorry. She isn’t feeling too well.”

“Ah, okay. Anything serious I should be worried about?”

“No, just a bad hangover.” I kept it real, and he chuckled.

“Let me guess. Y’all stepped out last night.”

“Yep, with Shay .”

“Ah, man. Enough said.”

We shared a laugh, both knowing that Shay partied just as hard as her father—his best friend.

“I’ll call and check in on her later. How are you feeling?”

He stared me down, attempting to gauge whether I was still grappling with heartbreak.

“Um, I’m actually just fine today, daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Let’s gone and get in here.”

As we walked side by side, catching up on our busy week, I was reminded of the other reason why I couldn’t take things further with Prosper. We were from two completely different worlds. The night we shared would have to stay buried in my mind…