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Chelsea cries out, back arching, and I have to fucking reo easy Short, shallow thrustsit harder Deeper My hand ski her spine down to her ass I knead the flesh with rough hands, gripping, so I canht heat, over and over, seeing the fine sheen that covers her skin, hearing her groan orousuide her down onto her stoainst her back, h--not an inch of space between us I kiss and suck on the silken skin of her neck as our bodies slide, warm and dae ical, hard nub between her swollen lips, rubbing it withit the friction it needs to make her scream Chelsea’s hands fist the sheets above her head and her muscles clamp down on me as she comes

"Jake!"

I think it’s her voice that pushes rowl, thrusting forward one last ties froers and the tips ofbut keep this gorgeous woainst her neck and, after a ain Without a word, I pull her against ht, my face buried in her hair Chelsea’s heavy breaths eventually slow and just before I fall asleep, I feel her delicate lips press a chaste kiss to each of my knuckles Then she tucks my hands beneath hers and drifts off

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My eyes open at five ah it’s only been two hours since they closed the last tiold of Chelsea’s hair, still in my face, her warm body still encased in leher Like always, I head to the bathroom, to take a piss, brush htly stiff

I avoid my reflection in the mirror as I splash my face with cold water and slick back the unruly black hair Then I pad silently to the closet for a T-shirt and sweatpants, giving Chelsea’s angelic sleeping features only a quick glance I head to the kitchen and turn on the s the volume low, as I wait for the coffee to brew When it’s done, I step out onto the balcony, watching the streetlights fade and the pink-gray sky of dawn turn to blue

And I tell myself to breathe Slow and steady In and out There’s a sick, churning feeling in nore it

I step back inside the kitchen to find Chelsea leaning against the wall, squinting, looking adorable in ray button-dohich alet-the-chance kind of guy, are you?" she asks with a yawn

"Ah, no," I tell her with a straight face and a shaking head Then I start the speech--and the words taste bitter Wrong

"I’ for a run There’s coffee in the pot and--"

"Coffee?" Chelsea cutsback to sleep" She steps closer tomy abs "Butif you want soet back from your runI’ll definitely wake up for that"

She stretches up on her tiptoes, kissing ine her in the shoet everywhere, her luscious tits slick with soapy suds It does seeood idea