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CHASE

Vienna’s tits are fucking perfect. My fingers sink into the pliant flesh, squeezing them beneath my palms as she rocks her hips against mine. My hands are bigger than most, and everything about her is small compared to me, but not those tits- they’re a perfect fit. Her smooth thighs slide up to my waist, legs wrapping tightly around my torso as her fingernails dig crescents into my shoulder blades. The girl is a scratcher- and a hair puller, and a biter- but damnit if those things don’t drive me fucking wild. Paired with the fire in her eyes, I’m a goner every time.

She spent the night again. That makes four nights in a row now, but hey, who’s counting? Few girls have ever spent a single night in my bed, let alone more than one, and only because I was too blitzed out of my mind on whiskey or weed to kick them to the curb before I passed out. That in itself should tell me that Vienna’s different, but that would require me to actually acknowledge what’s going on between us, and I’