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jumped right on him. I don’t know how we managed it, but in a matter of minutes we were in my bedroom, butt-ass naked.
    Eric was hitting me from the back like he hadn’t had pussy in quite a while. He gripped my hips, pulling my substantial buttocks into his adequate plumpness. I didn’t know why I allowed myself to get screwed by this man since he dumped me months ago for being too fat. It wasn’t like I had lost much weight. I wasn’t skinny enough to be on his arm, yet my pussy was good enough for him to dip his manhood inside me. Damn hypocrite. And yes, I must be a hypocrite too. I didn’t have to allow myself to be used like this.
    I thought about this after I climaxed, which didn’t take long, since Eric knew my body and how to please it. I’d climaxed three times already, while he kept trying to reach his pinnacle. After six months of batteries buzzing between my thighs, I needed to nut from the real thing. But now that I had, I didn’t think it was even worth it. I actually pitied myself.
    As Eric pounded and grunted, I tried to hold back tears for a minute. He might have thought he was bringing water to my eyes because he was that good, but feeling unworthy was the reason for my sorrow. Where in the hell was my self-esteem right now? As soon as I saw this man on my stoop, I should have slammed the door in his face and told him to never bother me again, but here I was playing booty call and being used yet again by a man who didn’t respect me.
    I dropped my head into the sheets as I went on an emotional rollercoaster. One minute I was confident and the next I hated myself. I let the tears soak deep into the fabric of my sheets as Eric continued to pound, probably thinking he was doing me a favor.
    â€œYou like that, baby?” he asked.
    I didn’t respond. How could I when I felt the way I did? His pounding increased like he was trying to get a reaction out of me. I pulled my head up from the sheets and frowned a bit, and he took this as me enjoying it.
    â€œOh, you like it, don’t you. I can tell.”
    I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned, pushing Eric off of me.
    â€œYou want it a different way?” he asked. “You want to get on top,” he said, positioning himself on his back like I was going to climb on top of him. Eric was fine as hell and his body was worthy of the ride, but I couldn’t bring myself to continue.
    â€œNo. I want you to leave,” I told him, pulling the crinkled sheet around my body.
    â€œLeave?” he asked, surprised, as his manhood glistened with my juices.
    â€œYes, leave,” I said, getting up from the bed and putting on my pink silk robe.
    â€œWhat the hell is wrong with you? Do you see this dick? I haven’t cum yet,” he replied, pointing to his extension.
    â€œAnd you won’t with me,” I said, tying my robe closed.
    â€œCome on, Vivian.”
    â€œYou can beg all you want to, Eric, but I’m not finishing this.”
    He climbed from the bed angrily. He snatched his boxers off the floor and attempted to put them on, losing his balance and falling to the floor. I smirked a bit. He didn’t find this funny as he got up from the floor.
    â€œI can’t believe you. You asked me to come over.”
    I frowned as I shook my head in disbelief before replying to his statement. “Don’t get it twisted, Eric. You were standing on my stoop. Don’t try to make it look like I begged your ass to come over, because I didn’t. You were the one who just showed up unannounced,” I said, pulling my long hair back in a ponytail.
    â€œYou knew what it was going to be when you saw me standing outside your door,” he argued.
    â€œI did, and I got mine, so we are done.”
    Eric picked up his blue jeans and shirt from my maple hardwood floors. Each movement was done with irritation.
    â€œI knew it was a mistake messing with you, but I was doing you a