“And your body. Don’t forget your abs.” She winks at me.
My gaze drops to her chest, my cock unbelievably hard as I take in the exposed, flushed cleavage. Tugging the top of her dress down, I lower my head and suck her nipples through the material and then bury my face between her breasts.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I say into her chest, not even caring if she heard me or not. I’m in heaven.
Her hands grab my hair and tug it urgently and my dick grows impossibly hard.
Jesus Christ.
She pulls again. I finally lift my head and stare at her, intoxicated by her scent. I blink several times to get rid of the haze covering my vision and catch the word ‘Cora’ leaving her lips.
I straighten up, feeling as though cold water has been dumped down the back of my shirt, sobering me up. My hands hasten to rearrange her clothes just as someone tugs on my shirt behind me.
I look over my shoulder to see Cora watching us curiously.
She adjusts the waist of her Hello kitty pajama pants, then signs, “We are ready, Daddy Cole.” Her gaze shifts beyond me. “Are you okay, Mama?”
I glance at Nor, her face now flaming red. Her mouth opens and closes again before she signs, “Yes, honey. I hear you have a surprise for Daddy.”
I press a fist to my mouth to stop from laughing. She looks so flustered it’s cute.
“Are you coming too, Mama?”
Nor shakes her head and smiles softly to our daughter. “I want to finish up reading the brochures I received today.”
Wrapping my fingers around the nape of her neck, I pull her to me and kiss her on the forehead.
“What was that for?” she asks me when I let her go.
“I am so proud of you.” And I am. She’s fighting hard for what she wants.
I’m staring at this woman who literally owns my heart, when I feel small fingers wrap around mine. I focus on Cora as she tugs me toward the living room. Right before we climb up the stairs, I glance back and see Nor leaning against the sink, a hand on her chest. I fucking can’t wait until the girls go to bed and I have Nor to myself. Uninterrupted.
The minute Cora and I step inside her room, Joce, dressed up in similar Hello Kitty pajamas as her sister, jumps up from the floor and takes my other hand. She leads the way toward the blanket fort, drops my hand and ducks inside the tiny entrance, flanked by two white bed sheets with lights dangling on the sides.
I drop on my knees and crawl through the entrance, careful not to destroy my daughters’ hard work, and settle on one of the pillows in the middle of the fort. I hunch my shoulders, hoping to make myself small and then look around the space decorated with tassels in different colors and more lights. A laptop sits on a small wooden table at the far corner of the ‘room’. A tray holding several shades of nail polish and another with makeup sits a few feet away.
Cora plops next to her sister. They both beam at me with twin expressions of pride. “Do you like your surprise?”
God, I love them so much.
“Very much.”
Cora claps her hands and reaches for the two trays. She hands one to Joce and they begin their work.
My daughters have been working on making me pretty for almost thirty minutes, asking me “would you rather” questions.
Joce pauses and lifts her head, the nail polish brush poised above my big toe. “Would you rather be a giant squid or a mermaid?” Her gaze hopping between her sister and me, waiting for our answers.
“A mermaid,” Cora says.
“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.”