I need him to feel me.
To feel the warmth that my pussy gives off at the sound of his name.
Finally someone who is not all talk....and not about games.
I need him to stroke me.
To feel my pussy's muscles contracting around his long, thick dick.
It's so far in my gut that I think I'm going to be sick.
But I like....it.
I love....it.
I crave....it.
IT....is what I need.

I need him to taste me.
To gobble up every drop of my sweet homemade candy.
Oooo, I'm feeling like I'm so on "Top of the world" as if he were "Mase" and my name was "Brandy".
I need him to go deeper....in me.
For his dick to enter through my pussy and reach up through my insides....touching my soul.
Value not only my pussy, but my mind, body, and soul as if it were....gold.
Value....me.
Treasure....me.
Want....me.
Him WANTING me....is what I need.

I need him to hold me.
To wipe away the sweat from my tear stained face because it was just that good.
Try and take my knight in shinning armor away from me....I wish a BITCH would.
I need him to console me.
Because the hurting he put on my pussy will take days to heal.
He tore this pussy up so good that....(smirks)....I'm surprised that I'm still able to feel.
And yet still....I feel....it.
Through the pain....I enjoy....it.
Sun or rain....I let him have....it.
Him and only him alone HITTING it....is what I need.

I need him in me and around me.
It's as if I was his crackhead and his cum were my crack.
Each injection of his drug makes me high, adding an extra arch in my back.
I fiend for....it.
I am an addict because of....it.
I just simply gotta have....it.
Him being the dealer that supplies ALL my needs....is what I need.

But most of all....I need him to claim me.
To acknowledge that I am his woman....and be happy to do it.
Not to just come over one night to hit it and then quit.
Him....I need.
What I need....is him.
Simply put....I just NEED....HIM.