Free Crash and Burn (Daddy's Girls 0.5) by Chelsea Camaron

 
    Ryder
     
     
    Damn, what will tonight bring? Brayden and I are heading out to a party. Typically, we start at a party, but end up with one at our place. Running my fingers through my hair, to spike it. Yes, I am a panty melting bastard with one simple smile.
    “Brayden, you ready?” I ask, walking into our living room.
    “Yea, man. Suzanne from last weekend is going to meet me there. Heads up, she’s coming home with me tonight,” he says with an all knowing smirk.
    “Why do you give them seconds? Suzanne is cute and all, but fresh pussy man. While we are young and free, sample the flavors of life.” I reply, returning his smirk.
    “I have plenty of samples, you man whore, but I am happy to indulge for seconds, or thirds, if the ass is good. And Suzanne, she’s good. There is an innocent appeal to her, but she’s a hellcat in bed.” Brayden says with a wink.
    “Hellcat is good, but are you ready to give her more? Round two can lead to expectations, man. Think on it before you get tied down.”
    We arrive at the party. Immediately, I’ve scoped the place for my piece of ass for tonight. I see eight women I’ve recently hooked up with, two of which, have already approached me. My reputation is that of a one night stand. Damn, I make it clear in the morning; don’t call me because I won’t be calling you.
    Nothing personal, but I have my entire life ahead of me. One day, I will find someone and settle down. For now, I want to enjoy myself, sow my wild oats without planting my seed; safe sex always.
    Brayden is already in a corner with Suzanne, hand up her shirt, while he is swallowing her face. They won’t make it back to our place. He will tap that ass in the bathroom in less than thirty minutes. She does have that sweet, innocent look to her when she comes up for air. Poor girl, Brayden will corrupt her and break her heart. Oh well, she’s a consenting adult. These women and their misconceptions of changing a man make me laugh.
    “Hey Ryder,” a chick purrs up against me. How she knows my name is beyond me, but she’s cute. Shoulder length dark hair, tan skin, skinny, her boobs are a little small, but I can work with them. She’s in a green corset looking top, skinny jeans, and fuck me heels. She will do for tonight. I’ll take her home and fuck her senseless with nothing on but those shoes.
    “Hey sexy," I croon. I should ask her name that would be the nice thing to do. Honestly, her name makes no difference to me. My name will be the one coming out of her plump lips in less than an hour and that’s what matters.
    I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. Allowing my hand to tickle its way up her back, she’s already pushing up against me further. Putty in my fucking hands. I reach under her hair and gently squeeze the back of her neck. Leaning down, breathing against her ear, I whisper to her.
    “Beautiful, how about I take you upstairs and start this party right for you?” I say close enough for her to sense my lips on her skin without actually touching them to her. I tilt my head enough to brush my lips against that spot behind her ear. Inhaling, I take in the vanilla scent of her shampoo.
    Women, the softer sex, the most beautiful creatures ever created. From the stick skinny to the plush curves; the blondes, brunettes, red heads, and even the bottled hair of many shades, they are all a work of art. A woman’s body is a sculpture, a masterpiece that I want to freely roam my hands over every delectable inch. Women smell better, they look better, the walk better, and the sounds they make are pure seduction, even when they don’t know it. I’m an equal opportunity fucker. I want to experience them all.
    Lead by the hand, I follow my companion up the stairs to a free bedroom. I shut and lock the door behind us. Immediately, I pull her into me and kiss her. I lace my hands together behind her head, allowing my finger tips to massage her scalp as my tongue begins to caress the inside