Page 27 of Ms. Mosley

“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.

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