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)
“I hate them,” Winnie said. Her sweet face hardened with anger.
In all the targeting of her employers, Scythe had never seen his Little girl look ready to kick someone’s ass. The fact she reacted in his defense told him how much she cared. He smoothed the hair from Winnie’s face and kissed her lightly to soothe her.
“I do too. I healed. The other chickens I had brought with me didn’t. It was stupid for me to think they’d be safer with me than with the new owners.”
“Sweet. Not stupid. And you still have Patches and Fluff.
“Yes,” he confirmed with a smile.
“That’s why Lucien offered you a job,” she guessed.
“Yes. I didn’t join the Devil Daddies until I checked them out,” Scythe said. “I didn’t want to be part of the MC only because I wanted vengeance on the Ravagers. There needed to be a stronger reason.”
“And you found they were Daddies, too.”
“Yes. Now it’s really time for my Little girl to be in bed.”
“Would you join me?” she asked, rubbing her free hand over his chest.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
Scythe locked the front door and scooped his Little girl up in his arms. Carrying her to the dimly lit bedroom, he set her feet on the floor next to the bed. “Do you need to potty?”
She nodded shyly.
“Go, Chipmunk. I’ll get undressed.”
“Oh!” she blurted. “Could you wait until I get back?”
“You bet. Go.”
Scythe stepped out of his boots and pulled off his socks. As far as he knew, she didn’t have a foot fetish and needed him to remove those while she watched. He grinned at the thought that if she did, he’d never wear shoes again.
“Daddy! I’m here,” Winnie said, scrambling into bed and propping herself up on the pillows.
Turning to face her, Scythe reached over his shoulder and grabbed a handful of material to draw his T-shirt over his head. Her quick intake of breath made all those bales of hay he’d moved as a kid to create his base of strength totally worthwhile.
Tossing that material away, he reached for his buckle and unfastened it. He slowly drew the leather strip out of the loops of his faded jeans and paused in rolling it up to whack the tail over his palm. Winnie pulled the covers up to her eyes, and he knew she was imagining being spanked with his belt. His cock responded rapidly to the image that appeared in his mind.
“Have you been good, Little girl?” he asked.
She nodded vigorously.
He set the coil on the dresser and walked to the edge of the bed. “Want to help Daddy with his pants, since you’ve behaved so well?”
“Can I get a good girl sticker on my chart?” she asked as she tossed the covers to the foot of the bed and rose to her knees in front of him.
“I think you’d definitely earn at least one sticker.”
She reached eagerly to unbutton his jeans. Her fingers brushed the burgeoning head of his cock as she dipped inside the waistband. “Oh!”
“Careful, baby. Daddy’s shaft is sensitive and very eager to play.”
Nodding, she tugged the material away from his erection and eased the zipper down. Scythe pushed the material over his hips and down to his feet. He stomped on the material as he stepped out of it.
Her gaze fixed on his dick. He stifled a groan at the almost physical sensation of her devouring him with her eyes. Wrapping a hand around himself, he pulled his grip from base to tip. She leaned forward to taste the small drop of pre-cum that appeared.
“Little girl,” he forced himself to say sternly. “Do you have permission to kiss Daddy’s cock?”
She shook her head, not moving her focus from his shaft. “Please, Daddy. Can I play with your cock?”
His erection jerked in his hand at the sweet request. He wouldn’t miss this for anything. “Yes, Chipmunk. You have Daddy’s permission.”
Immediately, she settled on her tummy and licked over the head like he was her favorite ice cream cone. Scythe widened his stance to steady himself as sensations flowed over him. Her innocent technique enchanted him.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her head, guiding her gently. Winnie responded immediately and met his gaze, happiness radiating from her eyes. She opened her lips, drawing him inside. The wet heat of her mouth felt like heaven as she swallowed him.
Scythe contained his urge to thrust fully into her mouth and tightened his fingers in her hair to keep her from taking him too deep. He wanted to make this first time easy on her. “Damn, Little girl. Your mouth feels like heaven. Suck me,” he suggested and groaned as she followed his instruction.
Time seemed to freeze as she eagerly pleased him. Her small sounds of enjoyment pushed his arousal higher and higher. When Winnie reached a hand out to cup his balls, he moaned at her gentle touch as she brushed her fingers over the sensitive orbs. Nothing could be better than this. Then she tugged his sac. His eyes crossed as he struggled to keep himself from filling her throat.