Over the sound of my headphones I can hear my mom call out, "Skye, Chase is here." Ugh. Two hours late. As always. I walk down the stairs to greet him and I see his goofy-assed crooked grin. Glaring at him I curtly ask, "Ready to go?" He grunts and we head out to his Camaro. I barely have time to put on my seat belt before he tears out out the driveway. Jokingly, I ask, "Someone dying somewhere?" Chase grunts at me in reply. When we pull up at a stoplight, he has that same crooked grin on his face. Before I could ask, we sped off again. As soon as we got to his place he rips me out of the car. We enter the apartment and he forcefully slams me up against the wall. Before I could protest, he pushes his lips against mine while unbuckling my jeans. His hand slide down, making me squirm, and instinctively I groan and push myself into him. He reaches up with his other hand to cup and caress my breasts, making my nipples hard and sore, while making me quiver. He groans and rips off my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. He grunts while he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and carries me to his room. He pushes me onto his bed and pulls my pants down the rest of the way. Chase pounces on me, pressing his rock-hard cock against my panties. God, I'm so fucking wet. He sits up and quickly strips down, not taking his hungry eyes off of me. While I take off my bra and panties, Chase inspects me up and down, still not taking his eyes off me. He pushes me down on my belly and barks, "Ass up!" As I do as I'm told, he reaches under me and starts playing with my clit. I bite my lip and I feel him tensing up behind me. I gasp as he thrusts himself inside of me, tearing me, while moving slow, teasing me. Suddenly, his thrusts become stronger and more forceful. He grabs my long, blonde hair which was up in my normal ponytail and pulls my head back so he can bite my neck. I squeak, "I'm going to explode." He lets go of my hair and starts playing with my clit again. I cum and moan as his thrustings stop abruptly as he also cums. He shudders and rolls off, laying next to me on the bed. Chase throws his arm over me. Five minutes later after laying there and not speaking, he looks over at me and asks, "Well?" I just stare at him. He rolls me over to my back and looks at me with his brown puppy-dog eyes. I just roll my eyes, sigh, and say, "You do know that's the week of my 21st birthday, right?" Chase looks at me with guilty eyes and responds, "Now I do. But you know how much this trip means to the me and the boys." I look at him and steadily say, "You're a big man. Make your own choices." Its been three years. Every single holiday, every single birthday he goes out of town for a "trip" with his friends. Every. Damn. Time. As I'm thinking, Chase picks up my clothes, throws them at me, and tells me to get dressed so we could leave. The car ride back to my place was the worst. Nothing was said on the way home, but I knew that this time, we were done. As soon as we got there, he threw me out without a second glance. Then he was gone.
