Page 23 of Ms. Mosley

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 deeplyinto 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.

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