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)
His voice was low and rumbly. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the tale and wiggled a bit to get comfortable. A few minutes later, her Daddy seemed to talk softer, and she lost track of the story.
Chapter 15
“Stop throwing books! No, sit down! Don’t pull her hair!”
Scythe sat up, instantly on guard as he scanned the dark bedroom. An elbow whacked his ribs, sending a jolt of discomfort through him. “Winnie! It’s okay. You’re having a bad dream,” he said, instantly focused on her.
He turned and dropped to his forearm to comfort her. Scythe rubbed her shoulder and got a double jab of that dangerous elbow to his midsection. An “oof” gusted from his mouth.
“Chipmunk, you’re okay. Stop beating up on Daddy.”
“Daddy isn’t in my classroom.” Her whispered response told him she was waking up.
“If your students are as dangerous as you are, no way am I visiting.”
“Daddy?” She turned in bed to face him. “Oh!”
“Just me, Winnie. You were having a bad nightmare. Want to tell me about it?”
She shuddered. “That was awful! Kids all over the room doing dangerous things!”
“I’m so sorry, Winnie. That was a scary dream.”
“I wish it was only a dream. Sorry I woke you up. Want me to go sleep on the couch?”
“Your class is that awful?” he asked, appalled.
“The worst I’ve ever had. Lorraine selected the lowest-achieving kids and the ones with behavior problems from each of the first-grade classrooms and put them in my second-grade room. Their previous teachers shuddered when they scanned my roster at the beginning of the year. I must have been dreaming about how terrible their behavior was on that first day.”
He shook his head. That bitch had done that on purpose. How long had she been after Winnie, trying to get her to leave her position? “What happens if a teacher quits in the middle of the year?”
She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “The district can keep their teaching certificate. They could never teach again in that state.”
Winnie ran her hand over his jaw. “Go back to sleep. I’m totally awake now. I’ll go out to the family room so I won’t disturb you.”
“Not happening, Little girl.”
Scythe leaned over to kiss her lips hard. He wanted to grab her attention and wipe the terrible memory of that dream from her mind. After a split-second hesitation, Winnie responded eagerly. She reached up to weave her fingers through his hair and pull him closer.
Scythe loved how Winnie responded to him. She wasn’t a practiced femme fatale, thank goodness. He didn’t doubt her motivation or interest. Winnie was completely into him, just as he was to her. She could arouse him with an innocent look.
He stroked over her bare skin, loving her shiver of excitement. When she moved closer, he whisked the covers from her. Scythe lifted his mouth from hers to peruse her. He took his time enjoying her beauty.
“Damn, Little girl. You take my breath away.”
“Make love to me, Daddy. Please.”
Her request corresponded well with his intentions. Scythe kissed her lips passionately before trailing kisses down her throat. Inspired by the cute sounds she squeaked as he lavished attention on her breasts, Scythe lingered a few minutes before continuing his path over her body.
Sliding between her legs, Scythe spread Winnie’s thighs. Her heat radiated toward him. He knew she wanted him as much as he desired her. Winnie lifted her hips to urge him on as he kissed her mound before inhaling her sweet aroma. Fuck! He needed more of that.
Scythe pressed against her inner thigh to display her thoroughly to his view. Thank goodness for the dim glow of the night-light that allowed him to see her. He glided the tip of his tongue through her slick juices, savoring Winnie’s flavor. Lifting his head, Scythe deliberately licked his lips to reassure her he enjoyed her flavor.
“Little girl, you are officially my favorite treat,” he growled before lowering his mouth to her once again.
Taking his time, Scythe flicked his tongue over her pink folds to tease her. He pinned her down to the mattress with a firm hand to her thigh when she lifted her hips to guide his attention. “Daddy’s in charge, Chipmunk.”
She met his gaze and nodded eagerly. Her muscles contracted under his touch. His Little girl was so new to intimate play he knew her thoughts battled between titillation and worry.
“Mmm!” Eager to reassure her, Scythe hummed his enjoyment as he explored her.
“Oh!”
He suspected the vibration pushed her desire even higher. Scythe praised her, “You taste so good.”
Winnie propped her head up on a bent arm so she could see better. When Scythe met her glance directly as he circled her clit with his tongue, Winnie bit her lip as if struggling to control her sounds. He’d take care of that.
Circling her clit with his lips, Scythe sucked gently on the small bud. He teased her opening with a fingertip before sliding it inside. She attempted to arch her back, but he held her firmly in place. When he replaced one finger with two, she cried out with pleasure. Scythe’s cock jerked, eager to fill her.