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)
Scythe untied his boots and stepped out of those. He stretched out beside her. Winnie immediately snuggled next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Scythe drew the covers up to her chin, taking care not to smother the precious item in her arms. Tapping the stuffie’s nose, he said, “I bet this is Chippy.”
“Yes. He thinks you’re wonderful. And handsome too.”
“Thank you, Chippy. You’re a lucky stuffie to have Winnie love you. Now, we need a story. How about I tell you the one about when Chippy explored the house while you were at school last week?”
“I did find him in Mom’s room one day!”
“He’s very adventurous,” Scythe agreed and launched into an imaginary adventure for an energetic chipmunk like Chippy. Winnie’s eyes drifted shut after a few minutes, and her breath evened out. He studied her relaxed face for a long time before closing his eyes and allowing himself to sleep.
Chapter 8
Waking up snuggled next to radiating warmth, Winnie blinked into the darkness. She turned to see Scythe’s handsome face lit dimly by the nightlight she kept by her bed. He’d stayed. She’d actually found a man whose word meant something. And he was interested in her. As she smiled into the darkness, a thought leapt into her mind. Was she brave enough?
Moving cautiously, Winnie stretched to press her lips to his neck. She held her breath when he moved, but Scythe simply tilted his head slightly to give her greater access. Emboldened, Winnie trailed more kisses down to the neck of his T-shirt. If only he’d taken this off before stretching out with her.
“Mmm, Winnie,” he murmured and rubbed his hand up and down her spine.
“Off, Daddy,” she whispered, pulling at the soft cotton.
Without asking a question, Scythe curled up slightly from the bed and reached over his head to grab the material and remove his shirt. Winnie immediately took advantage of access to the expanse of chiseled flesh. Her hand stroked over his skin as she pressed kisses to his chest.
“That feels good, Chipmunk,” he complimented her as he slid his hand under the back of her nightshirt to caress her bare skin as well.
She loved the rasp of his rough fingertips gliding over her. When his hand moved lower to cup her naked bottom, she froze.
“Relax, Little girl. You can tell me to stop anytime. Do you not like my touch?”
The darkness made her brave enough to confess, “I love how you make me feel. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“You could never disappoint me, Winnie.”
Scythe tightened his grip on her bottom, squeezing the soft padding. “You’re absolutely perfect just as you are.”
When she relaxed against him, Scythe rolled toward her, urging Winnie onto her back. He kissed her deeply, dispelling her apprehension. Their kisses escalated the desire already brewing inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible. When he lifted his head, she protested, “More!”
“Daddy wants to unwrap his present.”
After turning to press her into the mattress, he ran one palm up her thigh, sweeping her nightshirt up her curves. He caressed the hollow of her waist and swell of her breast as his hand passed along her side. Her shiver of excitement pleased him as she leaned into his touch. She lifted her arms without him asking, allowing Scythe to pull the oversized garment off.
“Good girl,” he praised her as he tossed the garment to the floor. In the faint light, her skin glowed like a pearl. “You are so beautiful.”
He brushed her tousled hair away from her face and leaned in to kiss her. To his delight, she responded eagerly and rubbed her nipples against the scattering of hair on his chest. Scythe grazed his fingertips down over her sensitive inner arm and cupped her breast. It fit perfectly in his hand.
Winnie moaned softly into his mouth. The sweet sound went straight to his cock. His shaft lengthened, tenting the heavy denim of his jeans. Scythe shifted to ease the pressure. He was sure his Little girl was a virgin. He refused to rush her, even if his body had different ideas.
Lifting his lips from hers, Scythe then kissed a trail down her throat and the other breast he hadn’t paid attention to yet. He rubbed his whiskery stubble over the sensitive underside. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as her body froze.
“Breathe, Chipmunk,” he reminded her before turning his attention to her taut peak. Scythe drew it into his mouth, increasing the suction until she wiggled underneath him.
“Daddy, please,” Winnie begged.
“We’re in no hurry, Little girl. Your Daddy is enjoying your beautiful curves.”
He leaned slightly to the side and rolled her nipple between his lips. Scythe trailed his hand over her stomach to ruffle her silky adult hair before squeezing her mound slightly. Her pussy was slick with arousal under his fingertips.