Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 31 | Skipping Morning Yoga To Test The Waterproof Rating Of My Boyfriend
Let them all sit back and wonder what they did all night.
Mera’s tail unwrapped from his leg.
Slid up his thigh.
Higher.
The tip brushed against his dick.
Still half hard between her thighs.
He groaned.
His hips shifted forward.
Pressed against her.
He’s about to wake up.
She did it again.
Let her tail stroke him.
Slow.
Teasing.
His eyes opened.
Grey and green.
Unfocused.
Confused.
"Mera?"
"Morning."
"What are you doing."
"Waking you up."
"With your tail."
"Is it working?"
He was fully hard now.
She felt it.
Hot and thick and right there.
"Yeah."
"Good."
She kissed him.
Just once.
Quick.
Then pulled back.
His hand came up.
Caught the back of her neck.
Pulled her back down.
Kissed her properly.
Deep and slow.
His tongue slid against hers.
Tasted like sleep and her and last night.
She moaned into his mouth.
I love this.
I love kissing him.
I love the way he tastes.
I love the way he holds me like he owns me.
His other hand moved down.
Grabbed her ass.
Squeezed.
She gasped.
Broke the kiss.
"Rome."
"Yeah."
"I’m sore."
"I know."
His hand moved lower.
Between her legs.
Touched her pussy.
Gentle.
Testing.
She hissed.
"Too much?"
"No. Just. Careful."
He nodded.
Kissed her again.
His fingers slid through the mess between her legs.
His come from last night.
Her wetness from this morning.
All mixed together.
Gross.
Hot.
Both.
She rocked her hips forward.
Chasing his touch.
I should stop him.
We don’t have time.
I need to shower.
He needs to leave.
But she didn’t want to stop.
Didn’t want him to leave.
Wanted to stay in this bed forever.
His fingers found her clit.
Rubbed circles.
Light.
Easy.
She whimpered.
"Still sore?"
"Yes."
"Want me to stop?"
"No."
He grinned.
Kept going.
Kissed her neck.
The spot below her ear that drove her crazy.
Her hips moved faster.
Grinding against his hand.
This is stupid.
This is so stupid.
We’re going to be late.
But she didn’t care.
The pleasure built anyway.
Slow.
Steady.
Different from last night.
Gentler.
But just as good.
His thumb pressed harder.
She gasped.
Grabbed his shoulders.
"Rome."
"I’ve got you."
"I’m close."
"Good."
He kissed her.
Swallowed her moans.
His fingers moved faster.
The orgasm hit soft.
Warm.
Rolled through her in waves instead of crashing.
She shook against him.
Her tail wrapped around his wrist.
Held him there.
Made him keep going through the aftershocks.
When it finally faded she collapsed.
Boneless.
Destroyed.
Again.
He destroyed me again.
"You okay?"
"Mm."
"That’s not an answer."
"Shut up."
He laughed.
Kissed her forehead.
"You need to get ready."
"Don’t wanna."
"Yoga."
"Fuck yoga."
"You love yoga."
"I love this more."
His arm tightened around her.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
She looked up at him.
Those mismatched eyes watching her.
Grey and green.
No circles now.
Just him.
I’m in trouble.
So much trouble.
"Rome?"
"Yeah."
"What is this."
"What do you mean."
"Us. This. What we’re doing."
He was quiet for a second.
Too long.
Her stomach dropped.
Here it comes.
The letdown.
The ’it was fun but.’
"I don’t know."
Oh.
Not what she expected.
"You don’t know."
"No."
"That’s honest at least."
"I’m trying to be."
She studied his face.
Looking for lies.
For the playboy mask.
Found nothing.
Just confusion.
Same as her.
We’re both idiots.
"I like you."
The words came out before she could stop them.
Shit.
Why did I say that.
His eyes widened.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I know it’s stupid. We just met. But I do."
"It’s not stupid."
"Feels stupid."
"I like you too."
Her heart jumped.
He likes me.
He actually said it.
"Really?"
"Really."
"You’re not just saying that because we had sex."
"No."
"Because your dick is still hard."
"Mera."
"What."
He kissed her.
Hard.
Possessive.
His hand fisted in her hair.
When he pulled back she was breathless.
"I like you. I don’t know what this is yet. But I’m not going anywhere."
Oh.
Oh that’s.
That’s really good.
She kissed him again.
Softer this time.
Sweeter.
Poured everything into it.
All the things she couldn’t say.
When they broke apart he was smiling.
"You need to shower."
"Come with me."
"That’s a terrible idea."
"Best idea I’ve ever had."
"You’ll be late."
"Don’t care."
She grabbed his hand.
Pulled him out of bed.
They were both naked.
Both covered in dried sweat and come and each other.
Good.
Perfect.
She led him toward the tiny bathroom.
He stopped.
Looked back at the bed.
At the blood on the sheets.
At the mess they made.
"Mera."
"I’ll deal with it later."
"I should."
"You should shower with me."
She pulled him into the bathroom.
Closed the door.
Turned on the water.
Let it heat up while she kissed him again.
I could do this forever.
Kiss him forever.
Wake up with him forever.
Be his forever.
The steam filled the small space.
She stepped under the spray.
Pulled him in after her.
The hot water felt incredible on her sore muscles.
On her aching pussy.
On her entire destroyed body.
Rome’s hands found her waist.
Pulled her back against his chest.
His dick pressed against her ass.
Still hard.
Of course.
"We’re not having sex in the shower."
"I know."
"I’m serious."
"I believe you."
His hands moved up.
Cupped her breasts.
Thumbs brushed her nipples.
She gasped.
"Rome."
"Just touching."
"That’s not just touching."
"Sure it is."
He kissed her neck.
Her shoulder.
The top of her spine.
I’m in so much trouble.
So so much trouble.
But she leaned back into him anyway.
Let him touch her.
Let him kiss her.
Let him hold her like she was his.
Maybe I am.
Maybe that’s okay.
The water ran over both of them.
Washing away last night.
Making room for whatever came next.
Whatever this was.
Whatever they were becoming.
She didn’t have answers.
Neither did he.
But for now.
This was enough.
