Page 35 of Ms. Mosley

I couldn’t believe this shit was actually going down, but I was grateful. Her head was on point. She took her time taking in every inch of me, slurping slowly. I didn’t mind the pace at all; in fact, the rhythm was perfect, making my toes curl in my socks. I was convinced that she was telling me how much she loved me with her mouth. I loved her ass too.

Once she had all ten inches of me hostage, her eyes traveled up to mine. She relaxed her throat, and her movements quickly morphed into something more frantic and passionate.

“Fuckkkk. Shit, Nia.” I tightened my grip on her long hair, trying to gain control before I came too quickly.

However, she was determined to turn up the intensity. That good girl shit was tossed out of the fuckin’ window. She was a freak tonight…my freak. She ate up my precum as if she was starving… like I didn’t just feed her pretty ass.

As she shifted her rhythm, she added an unexpected touch, bringing her hands into play. She massaged my balls just as softly as she sucked my dick. And just as I tried to recover from the feeling of that, she brought both hands to my base, twisting and stroking in perfect harmony as she sucked me sloppily. She thought she had it, but at some point, she began to gag. That was it—she sent a nigga spiraling.

“Where you want this shit?”

With my mans stuffed in her mouth, Nia hummed loudly with tears pouring from her eyes, and I took that as she wanted me to finish down her throat. I wasn’t wrong—she swallowed every drop without complaint.

As soon as she finished, I pressed my body into hers, gently spreading her thighs apart. She had made her face up so pretty for me that I couldn’t bear fuckin’ any other way than missionary.

“Ooh,” she hissed as I teased her, rubbing my head up and down her soaking wet slit. Pussy was drippin’ for me and it got me back hard quick.

“I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.” She admitted, kissing my lips and then neck.

“You gon let me have ya like this?”

“W…what?”

“Are you gon let me make love to you without a rubber, Nia?” I asked, my patience thin.

I wanted to feel her raw so bad that my dick throbbed from anticipation.

“Make sure you pull out, okay?” She said, the beat of her heart changing against my chest. The look in her eyes told me she was nervous, but down.

Nodding, I slid into her, eager to feel the difference. “Ah, shit,” I said immediately as I intruded. It felt like heaven on earth, an overwhelming rush that left me breathless. This shit was new to me. I had never gone without protection.

“Pussy missed me, baby.” I kissed her as her walls embraced me.

“Yesss, so much.”

Holding her body close, I stroked Nia nice and slow. I wanted to show her how much I missed her too. I kissed on her neck before sucking on her titties. Pausing momentarily, I ate her pussy too, and came back up again, sliding my dick back into her.

“Uhhhh, ahhhh,” she cried out, drenching me.

Felt like a nigga was on cloud nine as I stroked her. The blunt I had smoked earlier had me elevated but the pussy took me to a whole different level of comfort.

“Gawd damn,” I growled, literally drowning in her ocean.

Maybe missionary was a bad idea after all. Nia made me too weak in this position. Looking at her pretty face andtitties while her walls suffocated me was all too much to handle. Resting on my elbows, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to focus on some other shit before I came again. But my plan didn’t work. The sound of her moaning and soaking up my dick fucked me up even more. I felt like a virgin.

“Hold up. Quiet down for me, baby. Please.” I had to plead with her, tapping her thigh. “You gonna make a nigga break that promise and nut in you. Ain’t never fucked without a rubber before.”

“Okay,” she said, and we paused all movement to kiss. Emotions I had never felt before flowed through my body as she sucked on my lips.

After I got myself together, I began to stroke again, locking eyes with her, trying to gauge her feelings. I wanted to know if she felt the same as me.

Her eyes were watery, her lips were parted, and her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. If I couldn’t figure out anything else, I knew for a fact that my dick felt good to her.

“Prosper,” she called, her body trembling.

I knew from experience she didn’t want shit; she was just caught up in the moment, so I kissed her forehead gently.

“You so beautiful,” I told her, cherishing the bomb ass connection that was blossoming between us.

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