Page 17 of Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2)

“ S top 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.

When he pulled his mouth away from her, a wordless protest tumbled from her lips. As he shifted to grab a condom from the nightstand near her, he said, “Don’t worry, Little girl. I’m going to make you come again and again.”

She nodded, completely focused on Scythe and lifted her arms to beckon him toward her. Scythe lingered for a few long seconds to kiss her, allowing Winnie to taste herself on his lips. Then, he quickly tore open the condom and rolled it onto his shaft.

Scythe pressed his tip into her tight channel and pushed forward slowly to press into her. Gritting his teeth, he controlled his urge to thrust forward, filling her completely. After several pauses, he slid fully into her and groaned as she clenched around his cock.

“Damn, I love being buried inside you.”

She tugged him down for a kiss before whispering, “I don’t know where I end and you begin. I feel so close to you.”

He understood what she meant. Making love to Winnie was different than ever before. The bond between them blew his mind. Scythe wrapped his arms around her torso and rolled to his back. Her shocked expression made his heart skip a beat. He loved introducing her to new sensations.

“Daddy, what do I do?” she asked.

“Sit up, Winnie.” His hands helped her change positions. As her weight settled on his pelvis, driving him deeper, her eyes widened even more.

Scythe gripped her hips and bounced her slightly. A gasp tumbled from her lips. He shifted her forward to rub her clit on his pelvis, and she quickly repeated the action, grinding herself against him.

“Play, Little girl. Make yourself come.”

He captured her hands and pressed them to his abdomen.

Immediately, her fingers explored his body.

Each time she moved, his cock glided inside her.

He held himself still, only shifting when she bounced or stirred on top of him.

Quickly, she realized she had the power and could help herself feel good.

He guided her at times to show her how different angles could make this position become completely new.

Soon, her breathing increased, and her fingers gripped his torso tightly. She was almost there but struggled to push herself over the brink. “Help me, Daddy.”

Scythe seized control and made love to Winnie. Drawing on her experimentation with what brought her pleasure, he pushed her arousal to the edge. More turned on by this shy woman than ever before, he tried to memorize how good she felt wrapped around him.

Her cute squeal of pleasure signaled her climax. Winnie’s pussy tightened around his cock like a velvet fist. He couldn’t resist. Thrusting quickly into her tightness, Scythe triggered his own orgasm. His shout echoed throughout the room, ricocheting off the walls.

As their movements slowed, he drew her back to stretch out on his chest. Her heart rate slowed against him as her breathing settled.

Scythe kissed her temple as he eased her down to his side to rest, cuddled close to him.

Her soft protest as his cock slid from her warmth went straight to his heart.

He quickly took care of the condom and relaxed.

Damn, I love this woman.

Sex was definitely his favorite bedtime story to help lure her to rest. Scythe closed his eyes. He waited until Winnie drifted to sleep before joining her.