Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 44 | Strategic Planning On The Couch, Tactical Sex On The Counter

Chapter 44: 44 | Strategic Planning On The Couch, Tactical Sex On The Counter

Rome’s mouth found hers again.

Swallowed her moans.

His fingers slid between her legs.

Teased.

Rubbed slow circles that made her hips jerk forward.

The drain pulsed stronger.

Syncing with her heartbeat.

With the rhythm of his touch.

Mera’s hands fumbled with his belt.

Got it open.

Slid her hand inside his pants.

Wrapped around him.

Rome groaned into her mouth.

"Fuck. Mera."

"What. You can touch me but I can’t touch you?"

"I didn’t say that."

She stroked.

Slow.

Watching his face.

The way his jaw tightened.

His eyes half-closed.

The purple glow flickering at the edges.

God she loved that glow.

Loved knowing his ability was active.

That he was draining her.

Taking from her.

While giving back just as much.

Rome’s fingers slid inside her.

Two at once.

Curling.

Finding that spot that made her vision white out.

"Oh fuck."

"You like that."

"Shut up and keep going."

He grinned.

Cocky bastard.

Added a third finger.

Stretched her.

Pumped in and out while his thumb rubbed her clit.

Mera’s thighs clamped around his wrist.

Her free hand gripped the counter edge.

The other still stroking him.

Matching his rhythm.

The drain spiked.

Energy flooding between them.

Her Essentia pouring into him.

His pouring back into her.

Creating a feedback loop that felt better than anything she had ever experienced.

Better than the first time.

Better than this morning.

Because now she knew what was coming.

Knew how good it could be.

And she wanted it.

Needed it.

"Rome. I need."

"What do you need."

"You. Inside me. Now."

He pulled his fingers out.

She whimpered at the loss.

But he was already lifting her off the counter.

Turning her around.

Bending her forward over the granite surface.

His hands pulled her skirt up.

Yanked her panties down.

She heard his zipper.

Felt the head of him pressing against her entrance.

"Yes. Please."

He pushed in.

One smooth thrust.

Filled her completely.

Mera’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

Her hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth counter.

Found nothing.

Rome’s hands gripped her hips.

Held her steady.

Started moving.

Slow at first.

Deep.

Each thrust hitting something inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes.

"Harder."

"You sure?"

"Do I look unsure?"

He laughed.

Low and rough.

Then he gave her what she asked for.

Harder.

Faster.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen.

Mixed with her moans.

His grunts.

The wet sounds of him moving inside her.

The drain went wild.

Uncontrolled.

Essentia flooding back and forth between them in waves.

Mera felt her gates flickering.

Opening involuntarily around the apartment.

Little amber-ringed tears in reality.

She could not stop them.

Could not focus enough to close them.

All she could do was hold on.

Take what Rome was giving her.

And beg for more.

"Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

"I’m not stopping."

His hand slid up her spine.

Tangled in her hair.

Pulled her head back.

Arched her body.

Changed the angle.

Now he was hitting that spot with every thrust.

Mera’s vision blurred.

Her thighs trembled.

The pressure building low in her stomach coiled tighter.

Tighter.

"I’m close."

"Me too."

"Inside. I want you inside."

Rome’s grip on her hair tightened.

His thrusts became erratic.

Desperate.

Chasing his own release.

Mera reached between her legs.

Rubbed her clit.

Two circles.

Three.

The coil snapped.

Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning.

Every muscle locked.

Her inner walls clamped down on him.

Pulsing.

Milking.

Rome swore.

Slammed into her one last time.

Buried deep.

She felt him twitch.

Felt the warmth flooding her.

Filling her.

Marking her from the inside.

The drain spiked so hard her vision went completely white.

Every gate in the apartment snapped open simultaneously.

Then collapsed.

They both stayed frozen.

Breathing hard.

Connected.

The drain slowly fading back to a low hum.

Rome’s forehead rested against her shoulder blade.

His hands gentle now.

Stroking her sides.

"You okay?"

Mera laughed.

Breathless.

Wrecked.

"I’m perfect."

He pulled out slowly.

She felt the evidence of what they had done sliding down her thigh.

Did not care.

Just turned around.

Wrapped her arms around his neck.

Kissed him.

Soft this time.

Sweet.

"Thank you."

"For what."

"For being honest. For letting me help. For. All of it."

Rome cupped her face.

Kissed her forehead.

"I’m happy you’re here. That you’re helping. But I need you to know something."

"What."

"This. What we have. It’s not transactional. I’m not with you because of your ability."

"I know."

"Do you?"

Mera searched his face.

Found nothing but sincerity.

"Yeah. I do."

"Good."

He kissed her neck.

Soft.

Teasing.

"Because I really like you. And I don’t want you thinking this is just about power."

"Even though it kind of is."

"It’s about survival. Power helps. But it’s not why I’m here."

Mera’s tail wrapped around his leg.

"You’re good with words."

"I try."

"Also good with other things."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm."

She kissed him again.

Let the drain wash over her.

Let herself believe.

Just for a moment.

That maybe this could actually work.

That maybe she could share him without breaking.

That maybe.

Her stomach growled.

Loud.

Aggressive.

Impossible to ignore.

Rome pulled back.

Grinned.

"Hungry?"

Mera’s face burned.

"Shut up."

"That was impressive. Like a lion."

"I hate you."

"No you don’t."

He was right.

She did not hate him.

Not even close.

Which was the entire problem.

"We should order food."

"Probably."

"And you should put your dick away."

Rome looked down.

Still half hard.

Still out.

"Fair point."

He tucked himself back into his pants.

Zipped up.

Helped Mera off the counter.

Her legs wobbled.

He caught her.

"Easy."

"Your fault."

"I’ll take responsibility."

They walked back to the living room.

Mera collapsed on the couch.

Rome sat next to her.

Pulled out his phone.

"What do you want?"

"Something with protein. And carbs. Lots of carbs."

"Thai?"

"Perfect."

He started scrolling through options.

Mera watched him.

The white hair.

The sharp jaw.

The way his fingers moved across the screen.

This was her life now.

Helping her. Whatever Rome was. Plan his harem.

While also being part of it.

First wife managing the concubines.

She laughed.

Rome looked up.

"What."

"Nothing. Just. This is insane."

"Yeah. It is."

"But I’m doing it anyway."

"I noticed."

Mera leaned against his shoulder.

"For the record. I still think you should try for pro heroines."

"Noted."

"But if you’re scouting at school. Friday training."

"I’ll pay attention."

"Good."

Her stomach growled again.

Rome smiled.

Placed the order.

Set his phone down.

Pulled her closer.

"You know what the weirdest part is."

"What."

"I think I’m actually going to know. When I see the right person. It’s like a feeling."

Mera tilted her head up.

Looked at him.

"A feeling."

"Yeah. Like. Compatibility. Chemistry. Whatever you want to call it."

"That’s very romantic for someone planning a strategic sex campaign."

"I contain multitudes."

She punched his shoulder.

Not hard.

Just enough.

He laughed.

Caught her wrist.

Pulled her into his lap.

Kissed her.

"I’m glad you’re here," he said against her lips.

"Me too."

"Even though this is a mess."

"Especially because it’s a mess."

He kissed her again.

Deeper.

His hands sliding up her back.

Into her hair.

Mera melted into him.

Let herself have this.

Just this.

For now.

The food could wait.