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“Can’t stay inside ya or I’ma get you pregnant a lot sooner than you want me to.”

Nodding in understanding, I let him continue to rub against me. While feeling his dick would always top anything else, I couldn’t deny that this experience felt extremely good too. When I sensed he was near, I turned around, guiding him to rest against the wall instead. I could tell he needed the support, his breath coming in heavy pants.

With him anchored there, I took over, the warm water cascading down around us as I jacked him off. I kept at it until he muttered that he was cumming. Swiftly, I dropped to my knees, took his dick into my mouth, and allowed him to cum down my throat.

It was a moment of intimacy that would be forever sketched in my memory. A moment that was electric and left us satisfied and breathless.

chapter twelve.

Two weeks later…

Nia’Rose

Brandy’s album played softly in my bedroom, filling the space with nostalgia as I hurriedly dressed for my night out with Prosper. Having stayed an extra hour at work for a staff meeting I’d completely forgotten about, I was running behind schedule.

Tonight’s outfit was cute yet comfortable: a cropped blouse paired with flared jeans. We were planning to grab some food and then head to a skating rink. I couldn’t wait to see Prosper’s face. I missed him. His late classes at the new campus on Tuesdays and Thursdays often meant he didn’t make it to my place until I was already asleep.

With yesterday being Thursday, I felt deprived. It had only been two weeks since we’d taken things to the next level, but in that short time, he had hooked me.

After getting myself dolled up, I quickly packed my bag since we agreed to head to his place later. Just as I zipped it up, I heard a knock at the door. Grinning, I opened it to find Prosper waiting for me. Before I could swing the door wide enough, he stepped inside and pulled me into his arms, enveloping me in his large frame.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, kissing my lips.

“I missed you too,” I replied, taking in the scent of Marijuana and Sauvage.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You packed your bag?”

“I did, handsome.”

“It’s about time we get you some shit for my place instead of you always having to pack, don’t you think?”

“We’ll get there. It’s only been two weeks, baby. Give it time.”

“Damn, aight. My fault for rushin’.”

I snickered at our dynamics. Prosper often wanted to jump headfirst into things, while I had to be the one to calm him down and remind him to approach with caution. I supposed it was just part of having such a significant age difference.

“It’s okay. I appreciate you always considering me.”

“Of course,” he kissed my forehead before finally turning me loose.

I made my way to the back, grabbed my bag, and we headed out for our night. Inside the car, the heated seats welcomed me. With spring still in full swing, the nights could get a bit chilly in Texas. Prosper had learned how I felt about the cold and always made accommodations for me. He was the kind of person who typically kept the air conditioning at sixty but adjusted it whenever he knew I would be around. I loved that about him too.

“How was your day, mama?”

“Good, but long. I’m exhausted,” I yawned.

“You always exhausted. You wanna reschedule the date? We can grab our food and head to my spot.”

“No,” I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip. “I want to get out of the house. It’s okay.”

“You sho?”

“I am. How was your day?”

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