Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 91 - 92 | A Fucked Up Cocktail

I grabbed Cheon’s hips, positioning myself behind her. She looked back at me over her shoulder, those grey eyes darker than usual, clouded with want.

"You sure?" I asked.

Her answer came out breathy. "Stop asking me that."

Fair enough.

I leaned forward, spreading her with my thumbs. The view alone could’ve killed me. Pink, wet, perfect. I lowered my head and ran my tongue through her folds in one slow, thorough stroke.

"Ah!" Her arms buckled, face dropping to the mattress.

She tasted the same as last night. Honey and something floral I couldn’t name. Addictive in a way that made no fucking sense. I gripped her thighs harder, holding her steady as I worked her with my mouth. My tongue found her clit, circling it before sucking gently.

Her moans turned desperate, high-pitched sounds that shouldn’t have been coming from the class representative’s mouth. Her thighs trembled under my hands. The drain opened between us, lightning crackling through my nerves as her Essentia poured into me in sharp bursts.

"Rome, I can’t—" She didn’t finish the sentence.

Good. Words were overrated anyway.

I slid two fingers inside her while keeping my mouth on her clit. Her walls clenched around me immediately, already close. I curled my fingers up, finding that spot that made her scream last night.

"There!" she gasped, her hips pushing back.

I focused my attention there, rubbing that spot with each thrust of my fingers while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. The combination had her falling apart in minutes. Her inner walls started fluttering, the telltale sign that she was about to tip over.

The drain between us spiked hard. Lightning struck through every nerve ending I had, bright and almost painful. Her Essentia tasted sharper now, electric enough to make my teeth ache.

"Rome, I’m—oh God—"

She came with a cry that probably woke the neighbors. Her whole body locked up, thighs squeezing my head hard enough to hurt. I didn’t stop, working her through it until she was shaking, her arms giving out completely so her chest pressed flat to the mattress.

Only then did I pull back, licking my lips.

Mera had recovered from her own orgasm, propping herself up on her elbows to watch. A lazy smile spread across her face. "Damn. No wonder Panda can’t think straight around you."

Cheon made a weak noise of protest but didn’t lift her head.

I grabbed the condom I’d just taken off, tossing it toward the trash. Missed by a mile. Whatever. Marco could deal with it later. That’s what I paid him for.

Wait, no. That’s what Dad paid him for.

Close enough.

I grabbed another condom, tearing the wrapper with my teeth because I’d seen it in a movie once and it looked cool. The result was about as smooth as expected. The thing ripped halfway.

"Smooth," Mera commented.

"Shut up."

I grabbed a third one, opening it like a normal person this time. Once it was on, I lined myself up with Cheon’s entrance. She was still face-down, ass in the air, trembling from aftershocks.

"Ready?" I asked, running my hands up her sides.

She nodded into the mattress.

I pushed forward slowly, watching as I disappeared inside her inch by inch. She was tight, her walls squeezing me as I filled her. The angle let me go deeper than last night, hitting spots that made her gasp.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Yes," she whimpered.

I started moving, pulling back until just the tip remained before sliding forward again. Each thrust made her moan, the sound muffled against the sheets. Her hands fisted in the fabric, knuckles white.

The drain opened wider between us, cycling our Essentia in a rhythm that matched my thrusts. Lightning and honey flooded into me, sharp and sweet at the same time. I pushed my own energy back, feeling it crash through her like a wave.

She made a sound I’d never heard before, something between a moan and a sob.

"Harder," she begged.

Who was I to refuse?

I gripped her hips tighter, snapping forward with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with her increasingly loud moans. Her ass bounced with each impact, hypnotic in a way that made it hard to think.

Mera climbed across the bed toward us, her eyes glowing yellow in the dim light. She reached me, her hands sliding up my chest as she pressed against my side.

"Want some attention too," she murmured, her lips finding my neck. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I turned my head, catching her mouth in a kiss. Her tongue pushed past my lips immediately, tasting herself on me from earlier. The drain opened between us too, cinnamon and fire joining the lightning and honey already coursing through me.

Three channels now. Three different flavors of Essentia mixing inside me like some fucked up cocktail. My head spun from the overload.

Mera’s hand traveled down my stomach, heading south with obvious intent.

I broke the kiss. "Patient."

"Not my strong suit," she shot back, her hand reaching my pelvis.

An idea hit me. Probably a stupid one. Most of my ideas were stupid.

I focused on my left hand, the one not currently gripping Cheon’s hip hard enough to bruise. The Rubber Body ability activated, that weird sensation of my bones and muscles becoming pliable. My fingers stretched, elongating like taffy being pulled.

The sight was fucking weird. My fingers extended to twice their normal length, maintaining their shape but clearly not natural anymore.

Mera’s eyes widened. "What the—"

"Hold still."

I reached down with my stretched fingers, finding her entrance. Still wet from earlier. I slid two fingers inside her while continuing to thrust into Cheon with my hips.

Mera gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh fuck."

"Told you to be patient," I said, curling my elongated fingers inside her.

Her tail wrapped around my bicep, squeezing hard. The drain between us intensified, her Essentia flooding through the contact point of my stretched fingers buried inside her. Cinnamon mixed with the lightning and honey already swimming through my system.

I was fucking one girl while fingering another. The math didn’t seem real.

Cheon moaned louder, her walls clenching around me. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop—"

I picked up the pace, thrusting harder while simultaneously working my fingers inside Mera. Both girls were making sounds that should’ve been illegal. High-pitched moans mixed with desperate whimpers, creating a symphony of pure fucking chaos.

My stretched fingers hit that spot inside Mera that made her see stars. I knew from experience. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against my arm as she rode my hand.

"Shit, shit, shit," she panted.