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Captivated by the sound of her wetness, I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my nose, savoring her scent as she watched me intently. Highly satisfied, I tasted every drop she produced, and then gently slid back inside her. Her pussy immediately responded, clamping down as if it had missed me in that brief moment.

This time, after collecting her arousal, I freed myself from my pants and used it to stroke as I refocused on her breasts. I pleased us both repeatedly until the urgency became overwhelming. I craved more. I needed her tight ass pussy wrapped around my dick, and I needed it now.

chapter eight.

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.”

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