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you just seem, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't continue. Was I too mean or rough? I'm sorry."
    "No you weren't too mean or rough. I know it is my first time doing anything like this, but I have enjoyed it so much. All I want right now is to feel your body under my hands and your cock back in my mouth but this time, I want my pussy juice all over it so I can lick it off."
    "I swear woman, I have created a monster. Have you always enjoyed sucking dick?"
    "No I haven't, I use to hate it."
     
    Did he really just ask me if I use to like giving head?
     
    Really?
     
    Why is he so worried about my past, he knows what kind of marriage I was in. He knows that we did not have wild freaky tie me to the bed, fuck me in the ass sex. Maybe I should ask him why he is worried about it, but I don't want to sound like a bitch.
     
    Shit, this is why I didn't want to get involved with him or anyone.
     
    But he feels so good against my body.
     
    However, I don't want the relationship. I never should of let it get this far. Maybe I can stop.
     
    God I can't stop when he kisses down my neck like that.
     
    Pull yourself together, your being a loose hoe. No man is needed for pleasure and you know that.
     
    All this man is doing is making my body shake with need and rage. I need him to fulfill this wanting in me, but I'm raged because I need him. I have to get away, put space between us. NOW!
     
    "Trey I can't do this, I know I said I wanted to, but I can't. I don't want to need you. I don't need to need you. I do just fine on my own. Please just stop."
     
    Ha, there I did it. I pulled myself out of his arms and away from his soft sexy lips.
     
    But why is he smiling at me?
     
    He should be mad and yelling. Or at least storming off and slamming doors. Instead he is smiling and coming towards me like he wants to kiss me again and make me beg him to take me. Which isn't a bad idea of him taking me. Stop thinking like that, stand your ground be strong. You don't need him or any man.
     
    Look at me, I am having a conversation in my head like I am two different people. One is my normal level headed self, while the other is like a freaky wanton slut waiting for me to go to sleep she can get out and fuck Trey until he begs her to stop.
     
    "I'm not letting you go Jenny. You are mine and until you can admit that, I'm not leaving."
    "Yes you are. And you’re leaving now. I don't need you. I don't want you. I tell you that over and over and yet you can't get that. I am not going to be your possession or any man's. I belong to me, myself that is it. Now get out."
    "If that's what you really want. However it is not what you need. I am what you need and you are what I need. I tell you this over and over and yet you won't listen. So I guess it's not just men who don't listen. As for becoming my possession, that is not how I see you. When I tell you that I want you to be mine, I am talking about your heart.
    You can give your body to anyone and it not mean a damn thing, but to give someone your heart with your body, that is the world if the person knows what to do with it. Jenny I know what you need and it is me. I am everything you could ask for. I belong to you, I have for a long ass time. I knew from the first time we spoke about your car that I was yours.
    You might be a woman, but when you spoke about fixing the brake lines on your car, that turned me on. Never have I met a woman that is willing to get down and dirty in car grease. And the way you are always outside playing with your kids, that, there are no words for that. I know that you can't have anymore, children but to be able to be a part of that in your life and your boys' lives would mean the world to me.
    I know that I have not spent much time with them as you would like but I know that we get along. I have been talking to Max, we like a lot of the same stuff. Just give me a chance to show you that we belong to each other."
    "I can't Trey, I can't share my life with you or anyone else