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

of her mouth. She rocks her pelvis into mine. She wants this, they usually do. She’s tugging at my shirt. I break away to remove it. Her hands now teasing my torso, trepidation suddenly radiating off of her, I pause looking down at her. Watching her face as she bites her bottom lip, I smile at her. Waiting for a sign of her intentions, I move my hands from her hand down to her hips. As I lean in to kiss her again, she’s now moved to my belt buckle. Kissing her, I work the clasps on the back of her corset. Freeing her breasts, I drop my head and lick a circle around her nipple and, ever so gently, blow. She shudders, I laugh as I move her to the bed.
    Laying her down, I remove those sexy as sin shoes, as she is unbuttoning her pants. She slides them off with her panties. Bare before me, I drink her in. I slide the heels back on her feet and kiss my way up her legs. At her core, I use my hands to cup her ass, as she spreads her legs wide for me. Yes, she wants me. Scooping her up, I push her pussy to my face. I lick her folds, her taste sweet and her body shuddering at that first touch. I lick and suck her clit before moving one of my hands up to insert my finger. She’s rocking against me, seeking her release. I can feel it building as her inner muscles are gripping my fingers. I moan against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge. I slow my pace, allowing her to recover as she’s whispering my name.
    I pull away to remove my pants and put on a condom. Laying over her, I kiss her neck. I tease her entrance with the head of my rock hard penis. I enter her slowly. She gasps so I still. She’s tight even for having an orgasm less than five minutes ago. She moves taking me in deeper, letting me know she’s ready. Moving in and out, I maintain a steady rhythm. She’s on the verge again. I feel the tightening around my dick and the hitch in her breath. I quicken the pace, working towards my own climax.
    I hear her say, “Ryder, say my name.”
    I pump faster to reach my release. At the same moment, I suck on her nipple to send her over with me. As we lay there, catching our breath, I hear her again.
    “Say my name, Ryder.”
    I pull out of her and answer. “I don’t know your name and I don’t need to know your name.”
    Immediately, she jumps up and gets dressed. I can see the tears on her face. Rather than deal with the drama, I go to the adjoining bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. If she wanted me to know her name, than that should have been clarified before I put my dick in her pussy. If she didn’t care to make sure I knew, I’m not going to care to ask.
    I know I’m an asshole, but I’m young and free. One day, a woman will come along and tame me. One day, a woman will come crashing into my life and change every thought I have about women. Until then, I’m going to enjoy every second and every curve.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    Whew, it’s over, the semester from hell now behind me. My grades aren’t what they should be, but I passed. Do grades really matter anymore? No one is left to care.
    My parents are gone. The car accident happened seven months ago. My professors, taking pity on me, allowed me to take my exams late and from home. My grades were enough to get me by during the blur of events. Getting by is all I’ve managed to do in everything.
    After the joint memorial service, my summer was spent selling businesses, meetings with my attorney, and adjusting to life alone; while trying desperately to cling to what once was. I wanted time to stop. No, that’s a lie, I wanted time to rewind. I wanted to stop my parents from going to that last car show. Another trophy was won, all while two lives were lost. It wasn’t their fault the truck driver was drunk and got behind the wheel of his vehicle. They were doing what they loved. Now, I’m left behind, alone. If they would’ve skipped this one, they would still be with me.
    For days, weeks really, I called my mom’s phone