Released
Sept 28, 2013
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Blurb
Crash.....a crash ended it all and started it all. Dina Fowler is
attending college with her long time best friend Maggie Lawson. Life is
good and carefree. Until the crash that changed it all. Her
freshman year ends with the loss of her parents in a car accident, spiraling
Dina into a deep depression. Secluding herself as she picks up the pieces
to her life, slowly she finds the only person she has left is Maggie.
Chance encounters sometimes make the most incredible moments, other times they
crash and burn. A chance encounter brings Michael barreling into a lost
and vulnerable Dina's life. Playing on every weakness she has, he weasels
his way into her heart. Slow build up to the hell that was soon to
become Dina's daily nightmare. Her parents are gone.
She wants out but has no idea how to escape her new reality.
Can
she find her way out? Or will she be lost completely burning in her own
personal hell?
Excerpt:
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 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.
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