Page 34 of Ms. Mosley

After downing the Hennessy, Prosper leaned in, planting kisses along my neck. I could tell the liquor made him horny. He’d been drinking since we were at the restaurant.

“What are you doing? I thought you wouldn’t bite unless I asked you to.” I said to him, inhaling the mix of the cologne and weed that clung to his body. It was clear he had smoked during his walk with Black.

“I said I wouldn’t bite, ain’t say shit ‘bout kissing.”

I laughed, tilting my neck to give him better access. “Mmm,” I moaned when he slipped two fingers inside of me.

After collecting my juices, Prosper raised his hand to his nose, inhaling deeply before licking them off.

“Why do you always have to smell it?” I asked, playfully rolling my eyes. He was so nasty.

“Cause it smells good,” he replied, his expression serious as he clenched his jaw. It was as if my scent enticed him.

“Let me show you my bedroom, baby.” Prosper lifted me off the couch, commanding Black to stay put.

“And don’t come up unless I tell you too, lil nigga.” He warned with his pinky, the diamonds on his ring sparkling under the glow of the chandelier.

Upstairs, I was greeted by candles and rose petals scattered around the bedroom, creating a romantic ambiance. Suddenly, I understood why Prosper had paused to unlock the bedroom door with a key; he didn’t want Black to come in here and harm himself while he was here alone.

“You did this for me?” I asked, surprised.

“Of course. I brought you here, didn’t I?”

I nodded, realizing how silly my question had been. I took a moment to study the decorations. After all those years with Martin, I couldn’t recall a single instance when he had done something like this for me. Valentine’s Day and birthdays were typically marked by a simple kiss followed by whatever gift. But my love languages went beyond just gifts; they encompassed quality time and acts of service. In such a short time, Prosper had mastered the art of expressing them effortlessly.

“Nia,” he called, gaining my attention.

“Yes?”

“I ain’t never done this before, and I definitely never brought no woman to my crib, ya feel me?”

“Understood,” I replied, silently honored. “You could’ve burned your place down though, Prosper.”

“I have a camera in here. I was checking, plus my neighbors are cool. Nice lil old folks they be home all day. They would’ve gotten Black for me if something happened. Trust me, I had it covered.”

“What if I didn’t want to come here? That would’ve sucked.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I would’ve just done it again on another day.”

“Who said there would be another day?” I teased him, maintaining a straight face.

“Don’t fuck wit’ me, Nia’Rose.”

Prosper gripped my throat and planted a kiss on my lips. Afterward, he undressed me, and I didn’t mind one bit. When he started to remove his own clothes, I found myself mesmerized all over again, having forgotten how incredible his body looked.

Once his boxers hit the floor, he walked over to where he had placed me on the king-sized bed. But before he could climb on, I met him at the edge. I pressed my forehead against his chiseled abs, catching us both off guard. My heart raced wildly inside my chest because of what I planned to do to him.

Lifting my head, Prosper asked, “What you tryin’ to do, baby?”

At times, I couldn't tell who was older—me or him. The boldness he carried made it seem as if he was the one with more life experience.

Driven by desire, I chose not to answer. Instead, I decided to show him. Using my hand, I guided his mushroom-shaped tip into my mouth and began to suck gently, letting my actions speak louder than my words ever could. With the wonderful night he planned for me, he was so deserving.

∞∞∞

Prosper

“Fuckkk,” I groaned in disbelief as I watched Nia suck my dick.

---