Page 24 of Ms. Mosley

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.

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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 withoutunderwear, 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.

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