Guardian Daddy – MC Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
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“You’re so precious to me, baby girl. I just want to do my best to take care of you. I want you to remember your rules so I can do that.”

“I know, Daddy.”

Not wanting her to have to wait any longer, he started spanking her. He began lightly, then increased the speed and heaviness. Her bottom soon grew pink and she let out a small cry. She kicked her feet against the sofa as she sobbed.

But he kept going.

He wouldn’t be doing her any favors by shortening this punishment. He spanked her until her bottom was red and she was lying on his lap, exhausted.

After pulling up her panties and refastening her drop seat, he moved her so she straddled his legs, her face against his chest.

Ethan rubbed her back until she stopped crying. Grabbing a tissue, he wiped her face before she slumped against him.

As he held her, he felt her relax entirely, a soft snore coming from her. Hmm, perhaps this was the perfect spot to nap.

53

“What are we doing?” Cate asked as Ethan dressed her in about fifty layers.

After her nap . . . on Ethan’s lap, she’d spent the rest of the afternoon painting while he’d worked on his laptop. Then they’d watched an episode of Get Smart. It had been pretty funny. Especially the cone of silence.

Ethan had cooked them dinner and fed it to her.

But now . . . it was Cate and Ethan time. And nerves were filling her.

He’d said he wanted to taste her. Did he still want that? He wouldn’t have second thoughts, would he?

It was strange that he wanted to put more clothes on her, though, right?

“We’re going outside.”

“In the dark?”

“You’ll see.” He added a woolen hat, scarf, and gloves before leading her outside. To where he’d lit the firepit.

Oh. She’d never sat outside with the firepit lit. The flames were quite pretty.

“Like it?”

“Uh-huh.” She wandered closer and he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Whoa. Wait up. You’re not allowed too close.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you getting hurt. You’re to sit on the bench seat, understand?”

“But how do you get the firewood on it from this far away?” she asked.

“I can get closer,” Ethan told her as he placed a blanket over her. “You can’t. You’re too precious to risk.”

That seemed silly.

Surely, she wouldn’t be at risk. No more than him.

Although she did like being called precious.

“I thought we would have some s’mores,” he told her, sitting next to her.

“S’mores?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever had s’mores.”

“Never had s’mores? Well, we’ll have to remedy that.” He reached over for a tray of food he must have put out earlier. Lifting the covering she saw graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows.

“How do you do it?”

“First, we have to toast the marshmallows.” He picked up a special extendable fork.

Putting a marshmallow on the end, he drew it out so it was a few feet long.

Then he showed her how to put it in the flames. “Here you go, baby.”

She toasted it, letting out a cry as it went on fire. She drew it back, nearly flinging it in Ethan’s face.

“Careful, baby. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Ethan reached over to grab the pronged fork, blowing on it so the flame went out.

Then he carefully put the marshmallow on a graham cracker with a bit of chocolate, followed by another cracker.

“Here you are.”

Her eyes went wide. It was sticky and gooey and looked delicious.

He held it to her mouth and she took a bite. “It’s delicious!”

“I know.”

“More, please!” She ate the rest and bounced up and down.

“All right, let’s make another.”

This time, she managed not to burn the marshmallow. She got it all crispy on the outside and gooey in the middle.

Perfection.

After the third s’more, Ethan refused to make her anymore. Which was very rude. Although she was feeling a bit sick.

However, when he drew her onto his lap, she snuggled back into him. They watched the fire and the lake beyond. The fire started to die down as Ethan pulled her scarf off. He started to kiss his way down her neck.

A shiver ran through her. “Ethan?”

“Shh. Just let me explore. If you don’t like anything I do, you can say red.”

All right.

He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Of course she was wearing so much she couldn’t really feel him. But then he cupped her mound.

Yeah. She felt that.

Even through all her clothes.

His mouth reached that spot where her neck and shoulder met and she moaned.

He ground the palm of his hand against her clit. Another tremble rocked her. When he drew his hand away, she moaned out a protest.

“Shh, baby. Just let me do some exploring.”

Somehow, he managed to get his hand under her jacket and three tops to cup her breast.

She hadn’t bothered with a bra.


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