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“Feel what?”

“I…I just want to feel safe. Like I’m making the right choices.” She wore her insecurities on her sleeve, and I cherished her vulnerability. It made her all the more real to me.

“Choosing me is you making the right choice. I wanna give you the world. Real talk. You just gotta stop worrying about that other shit and let me.”

“I have to let you,” she whispered, more to herself than me.

“You have to let me,” I repeated, abruptly lifting her in the air.

“Prosper, what the fuck are you doing? Why would you stop?” She grew frustrated the moment we detached.

I smirked at how she feigned for me before guiding her body upward and lowering her pussy onto my mouth. The shift in dynamic only intensified the moment, and I could feel the connection between us deepening with every lick I provided.

“Mmmmmm,” another moan fell from her lips.

Her thighs damn near suffocated me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I ate her up until she came hard on my face. Beard drippingwith her essence, I flipped us on our sides, digging in her from the back.

“Shit might not be ideal to you. But I’ma marry you, then you gon’ have my baby, Nia. And I ain’t tryna hear shit else about it, understand?”

“Uhhhhhhh,”

I put my hand around her throat, gradually tightening my grip with each stroke since that seemed to be the only way she fuckin’ listened.

“Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Tell me you gonna have my baby after I marry you.”

“I’m going to have your baby.”

“You promise me?”

“I… I promise you, Prosper.”

Pulling out, I nutted on her butt.

∞∞∞

Nia’Rose

Around nine a.m., I awoke to my alarm and a faint smell. Lifting my head to locate Prosper, I noticed the empty side of the bed—he was gone. Suddenly, a bark pierced the silence, and I glanced down to see Black sitting on the floor, looking up at me. I couldn't help but laugh.

I’m assuming as soon as Prosper granted him the okay, he came straight to me. He had a toy near him that told me he had been there for a while, playing.

“Good morning, Black. How are you?” I spoke as I silenced my phone.

He barked twice in response, wagging his tail.

“I’m okay, I guess. Where’s your daddy?”

Instead of giving me a clue, Black crawled closer, and I took that as my cue to give him some affection. He clearly craved my attention. After we shared a moment, I decided to get out of bed, put on one of Prosper’s t-shirts, and find him myself. As I descended the stairs, the delightful aroma that had stirred me from sleep intensified. I recognized the scent of something delicious. Sure enough, I found Prosper in the kitchen, cooking what looked like omelets.

“Wow, you can cook,” I said to him, surprised.

“Hell yeah,” he replied, glancing over his shoulder at me. “My T lady didn’t fuck around when I was growing up. She told me it wasn’t a gender thing. I needed to know how to cook for survival.”

“I see,”

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