I didn't love her at first. She didn't love me. I only loved being inside her the same way she loved me being inside her. Maybe it's because we had sex so often which is why I found myself being possessive and jealous. For what? She's not my woman and I'm not her man...Unless she wants me to be? - - This story contains mature content such as: sex, violence and strong language. If you are sensitive to these contents, please be cautious when reading! There will be no warnings posted within the chapters as this will be the only one. Reader discretion is advised! Enjoy!All Rights Reserved