Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(127)

“What? No merman?” I scowl playfully.

Joce’s mouth quirks up in a small smile and she shakes her head.

I sigh. “All right. Mermaid.”

“Your turn, Daddy Cole.” Cora points at me with a finger.

I search my head for appropriate questions but my mind has been wandering to Nor every so often, images of her writhing beneath me as my cock owns her *.

Fuck.

I need to focus on the here and now. My dick is already having a hard time calming down.

I clear my throat twice and force my mind to focus on PG questions. “Would you rather eat your own hair or lick the bath tub?”

“Ew, Daddy!”

We all laugh.

“Let me give you the mirror,” Joce signs before twisting around and reaching for the mirror behind her and shoves it in my face.

I take it from her hands, meet my reflection and press my lips together to stop grinning. My lips are painted in scarlet red lipstick, my eyes and eyelashes lined with black shit. I tuck my chin down to get a look at my hair and finally grin, unable to hold back any more. Clumps of my hair are tied together with colorful hair bands. The look is completed with a shiny silver crown on my head.

Cora touches my shoulder to get my attention. “Do you like it?”

I nod. “I would make a very beautiful princess.”

Joce puts a hand over her mouth and giggles, while Cora beams, happily.

“Oh wait, I forgot something,” Joce signs and plucks the red nail polish with glitter from a tray and orders me to splay my hands on one of the pillows. When she is done painting them, she returns the bottle to the tray, leans back and smiles, satisfied.

“Much better.” I flutter my hands like they showed me to do for the nail polish to dry faster and then blow air on my nails.

Joce yawns and shifts around to lie on the mass of pillows and her sister follows suit.

“Time for bed. Thank you for the awesome surprise.” They nod sleepily. I lean down and kiss their hair, taking in the strawberry scent from their shampoo. “Good night, my little princesses.”

They wave at me, their lips moving but I can’t read them because their faces are slightly turned away from me.

I lift the crown off my head and put it inside one of the trays, then crawl out of the fort. After turning off the lights, I head downstairs. Nor is curled up on the couch asleep, a couple of brochures scattered around her and another one on her chest. Those delectable full lips parted in slumber. After gathering the leaflets and setting them on the table, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her upstairs and to her room. Using the hallway light to guide me, I kick the door shut with my foot and navigate my way to the bed. She doesn’t even stir when I lay her on the bed.

I sweep the red locks of her hair from her temples, tuck them behind her ear and kiss her forehead, her cheek, her neck.

“Wake up, Snowflake,” I murmur into her shoulder. My hand trails around to cup her breast. My thumb swirls her nipple in deliberate caresses and then I skim my fingers to her waist, down between her legs. I push her panties to the side and part her folds, stroking gently while sucking the column of her neck. I feel her stir awake, wiggling her ass to my erection. I lift off the bed and shift down her body, parting her thighs as I go. I pull my fingers away and replace them with my mouth. I blow hot air through the material then suck her.

She moves on the bed, letting her thighs fall open. Her hips raise off the bed, chasing my lips when I lift my head to look at her. Pressing a hand on her stomach, I hook my fingers around the panties and pull them down her legs. I toss them away, dip my head down to kiss her inner thighs, and keep inching forward.

Jesus. She smells amazing. I want to taste her now, make her come with my tongue and watch as she falls apart.

Fingers sink into my hair and tug.

Good. She is awake.





Holy freaking hell!

My eyes snapped open at the feel of fingers thrusting inside me. Slightly confused, I raised my head and glanced down between my legs. Squinting in the dark, and from the little light seeping in from the street lamp, I see knots of hair held together by colored hair bands. I make a move to close my legs but then the purposeful lick of a tongue stops me. I know whose mouth is on me. The only person that has the power to render me into mush. I drop my head back on the pillow and shut my eyes tight and try to catch my breath.

Cole is trying to kill me with his mouth. I yank the hair in my fists and only manage to pull out a few hair bands. I clutch his hair again, desperate to get his mouth on mine at the same time eager for the promise of release. He puts his strong palm on my pelvis and holds me down while his mouth works its magic on me, beckoning my orgasm. My hands leave his head, flying to my sides to clutch at the sheets and hold on for the ride. Cole makes a sound, sort of like a grunt, in his throat. It vibrates between my legs, up my spine and I’m spiraling out of control. I squeeze my eyes tight and yell his name as the wave hits me hard, leaving me trembling in the aftermath.

I slowly open my mouth to find Cole hovering above me, smiling, his teeth bright in the darkness.

“I am about to keep my promise.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He flips me around and in two seconds flat, I’m on my stomach. He hooks his hands behind my thighs, yanking them up so my rear is in the air. His big, calloused hands knead my cheeks roughly, then I feel a sharp pain on my skin. I glance over my shoulder and find his face inches from my buttock, his teeth barred, ready to take another bite.