Page 10 of Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2)

W aking 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.

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.”

He scissored his fingers inside her. When her hands tightened on his shoulders, he knew she was on edge.

Leaning forward, Scythe softly bit the sensitive curve of her neck to distract her as he prepared her.

When she relaxed around his fingers, he smiled.

His Little girl enjoyed a taste of pain. She was perfect.

He slid his fingers from her and urged her over onto her back. Tearing the condom open, he rolled it onto his cock as she watched him so closely, he could almost feel it. “Daddy’s going to make you mine now,” he told her.

“Will it hurt?”

“Maybe for a split second. Then I’ll make it so much better.” Scythe wouldn’t lie to her.

“O—Okay,” she whispered.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, Winnie.”

When she followed his instructions, he placed his cock to her entrance. Slowly, he pressed inside, pausing when her muscles tightened around him as he did farm crop calculations in his mind to distract himself. “Damn, I love being inside you, Chipmunk.”

“Daddy, I don’t….”

He pushed the last couple of inches inside her, interrupting her statement. “Are you okay, Winnie?”

“If you don’t move, I may scream,” she hissed into his ear.

Relieved, Scythe captured her lips in a sizzling kiss as he glided out and thrust back inside her heat.

Winnie tilted her head and closed her eyes as if she needed to concentrate on the sensations filling her.

Scythe nibbled along the cord of her exposed throat as he experimented to discover what she liked best. He guessed she was struggling to stay quiet as the muscles of her neck contracted under his lips.

He couldn’t wait to have her at his place, where she could make as much noise as she wanted.

When she trembled under him, he suspected she was close. He reached between their bodies and brushed his fingertip across her clit. She lifted her hand from his shoulders and covered her mouth as she orgasmed, capturing most of the sound.

Her shocked eyes met his a few seconds later. She asked through her fingers, “Is it supposed to feel that good?”

“Oh, yeah, Little girl. And it will get better.”

“I may have to rethink that A+ thing,” she whispered, completely serious.

Scythe’s heart skipped a beat. She was so damned cute. “Let’s see if I can convince you.”

By the time she burrowed into the crook of his shoulder to fall back asleep, Scythe knew he’d scored the ultimate grade. His Little girl was naturally sensual and responsive. She would be sore tomorrow, but he suspected she’d welcome the reminder. Closing his eyes, Scythe allowed himself to sleep.