Page 26 of Ms. Mosley

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

“Tonight wasgreat,” 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 ineven morejeopardy. 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.

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