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)
With a pop, he released her nipple before tracing her cleft. He lifted his drenched index finger to his lips and licked the sweet nectar from his skin. “Mmm. You are delicious, Winnie. Have you ever tasted yourself?”
She shook her head.
“Use your words, Little girl.”
“No, Daddy.”
“No, Daddy what?” he prompted.
Even in the dim light, he could see the blush spread over her cheeks as she completed her answer. “No, Daddy. I’ve never tasted myself.”
“Good girl. I think it’s time you did, don’t you?”
Winnie nodded eagerly. Her gaze remained glued on his face until he moved. Then she followed the path of his hand as he glided his knuckles down the centerline of her torso. Her eyes closed to half-mast as he stroked over her mound. Scythe dipped into her pink folds, tracing them as he wet his fingers.
Her hips lifted to deepen his caress. Scythe traced her wet opening and flicked over the bud at the top. Her gasp made his cock jump in his pants. Scythe didn’t know if he’d ever been so hard in his life. He lifted his fingers to her lips and smoothed the slick juice over them.
The tip of her pink tongue darted from her mouth to slide over her skin. She moaned at the flavor and licked her lips fully as her gaze lifted to his face in amazement.
“Delicious, huh?” he suggested.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. Perhaps I’ll allow you to lick me clean after you’ve orgasmed a few times.”
“Tonight?” she asked eagerly.
“Do you want me to make love to you, Chipmunk? Once I do, I’ll never let you go.”
“Please, Daddy. Make me yours.”
He wouldn’t refuse that offer. Scythe kissed her hard. To his delight, she caressed his chest and moved daringly lower to flip the button of his jeans open. When her fingers brushed the soft head of his penis, they froze. Then, as if she couldn’t believe his cock would extend to his waistband, Winnie stroked over the tip again.
Scythe couldn’t contain the moan at her second tentative caress. Winnie snatched her hand away.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only in the best way.” He cupped himself to slide his zipper down carefully, and his shaft burst through the opening. “I’ll be right back.”
Scythe rolled out of bed and thrust his jeans and boxers over his hips. He tried to ignore her gasp as she caught sight of his cock. Damn. Don’t think about her staring at you, Scythe warned his hard-on when it jerked, demanding attention. We’re going slow, remember? He grabbed a condom from his wallet and tossed it on the bed. Scythe would protect her at all costs.
He stretched out beside her. Immediately, Winnie reached for his shaft, trying to circle it with her fingers.
“Is it supposed to be that big?” she whispered, squeezing him.
“Mine is exactly the right size.”
“Maybe you’re too thick for me, Daddy.”
He could hear the sadness in her voice and knew she didn’t think it was possible for the two of them to continue. “We’ll match together perfectly, Chipmunk.”
“You’re sure? I’ve never had sex. I could be terrible at it.”
“I’m positive our parts will align incredibly and that we’ll both enjoy ourselves. A lot.”
Before she could ask any other questions, he leaned down to claim her mouth. His lips teased hers until she focused completely on his kisses. She relaxed enough to dare to stroke his body with her hands. Scythe encouraged her with growls and “That’s so good,” comments. He loved that her touch became more confident as he urged her on.
Sliding a leg between her thighs, Scythe wrapped his hands around her sweet bottom and pulled her tight to him. Immediately, she squirmed to get away and then repeated that action deliberately as she bit her lip.
“Do you like that? Never be afraid to experiment. You’re safe with me.”
“Daddy, I ache,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes, controlling his need to move. He forced himself to go slowly, wanting her to discover how magical making love could be. “Let Daddy see if he can help you, Chipmunk. Spread your thighs for me.”
Winnie hesitated for a couple of long seconds before she followed his instructions. Scythe cupped her pussy and squeezed firmly. “You’re so wet, Little girl. So ready.”
Easing the pressure, Scythe explored her pink folds. He listened to her sharp inhales, noting those spots that pleased her the most and returning to them frequently. When she writhed in front of him, Scythe circled her entrance before gliding his finger deep inside. She clamped down on his digit immediately and bounced, trying to coax as much sensation from it. He slid it from her tight channel and replaced it with two fingers.
“Daddy!”
“Do you feel a burn, Chipmunk?”
“I like it,” she whispered before hiding her face against his chest.
“I’m glad, Little girl. I can’t wait to fill your tight pussy.”