Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“We’ll get a fire ladder, and you can let me climb up to you,” he suggested, rubbing her spine to reassure her.
She stopped and leaned back to meet his gaze. “That’s a good idea. Wait! Are you planning to visit often?”
“Yes.”
Winnie tilted her head as she considered his short answer. “To read me a bedtime story?”
“I needed to hold you, Chipmunk.” Scythe cupped her jaw and drew her forward. He kissed her lightly before deepening the exchange. She responded eagerly, wiggling closer and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her eagerness fueled his desire.
When he lifted his head a few minutes later, she kept her eyes closed and licked her lips. His cock twitched against his fly, already on alert.
“Little girl, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
Her eyes fluttered open to stare at him with passion-clouded eyes. “That was a solid A. I don’t think you need the notes I wrote down for you.”
Unable to resist, he grinned at her. “Oh, yeah. I need to see those notes. My goal is an A+.”
“An A+ doesn’t exist, Scythe. An A is the top.”
“We’ll see,” he teased. “You might invent a new level for me.” When she appeared skeptical, he laughed quietly.
“Kiss me, Little girl.” To his delight, she initiated the next round. He shifted his hands to her ribcage, brushing his fingers along the swell of her breasts. When she wiggled to both sides, he glided his hands to her back, concerned he was moving too quickly for her.
Winnie lifted her mouth from his to beg, “Please. Will you touch me?”
“Where, Chipmunk?”
“My tatas,” she whispered and then added, “You can say no. It’s okay.”
“I’m never going to refuse to caress you, Little girl,” he promised. “Let’s get you comfortable on my lap.”
He lifted her and resettled her with her thighs spread and wrapped on either side of his body. Scythe caught a quick glimpse of her silky curls and strangled a groan in the back of his throat. She quickly pushed down her nightshirt, not aware she’d already tempted him.
“Perfect. Could these be chipmunks?” he asked, trailing a fingertip over the cotton material.
Winnie nodded before shivering as his fingers slid over her. Scythe detoured to brush the sensitive side of her breast. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, luring him on. He drew a spiral around her before flicking his thumb across the taut peak. Her breath came in a shaky exhale.
“Can you tell me what you like?” he whispered.
She shook her head desperately.
He cupped her other side in his hand and caressed both nipples through the soft fabric. Her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip. Scythe lifted his hand from her to run his fingers over her mouth.
“I need to hear your sounds, Chipmunk.”
Her eyes flashed open, and she nodded.
“Yes, Daddy,” he suggested.
“Yes, Daddy,” she repeated obediently.
“That’s my good girl. That deserves a treat, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Oh, another reward,” he promised. Leaning forward, he trailed kisses down the cord of her neck to the hollow of her throat. Scythe nipped and caressed his way to her nipple and paused, letting his hot breath sink through the thin material. She inhaled sharply, lifting her beaded bud to his lips.
Of course, he closed his mouth around her offering and pulled it gently into the heat of his mouth. Winnie arched her back, presenting herself to him. Scythe brushed his tongue over her nipple, wetting the material as he teased her sensitive flesh.
Before moving to repeat the special treatment to her other side, he rolled her nipple between his teeth. Scythe listened carefully to her breath for that quick inhale he’d already learned signaled a spike of arousal for her. When she pushed her pussy to his pelvis and gyrated against him, Scythe’s hands tightened on the treasures he held.
Damn, she was temptation incarnate. All sweet innocence and sensual moves. If she was as inexperienced as he believed, she was naturally responsive and eager.
He dropped a hand to her bare flesh above her knee and glided his hand under her nightshirt. She stilled and then wiggled as if straining to get closer to his touch. Scythe gripped her thigh, tethering her in place. He waited to speak until her gaze met his.
“Little girl….”
“I’ll give you an A+! I have gold stars!” she blurted, interrupting him.
His automatic smile at the reminder of her grading system evaporated at the panic on her face. “Winnie….”
She shivered like an abandoned colt. “Please don’t tell me you’re not interested in me. You climbed all the way up here to break up with me?”
“I’m not breaking up with you, Chipmunk. Let’s get that straight. Okay?”
When she nodded, still breathing way too fast, he added, “Let me help you. Inhale deeply with me, Little girl.” He inhaled audibly and watched Winnie follow his instructions.
“Hold it for three seconds. One, two, three.” He counted slowly before adding, “Exhale everything out of your lungs.”