Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy

Chapter 153 - 154 | A Lesson in Applied Erotics

I slid two fingers inside her and she arched completely off the mattress, a sharp cry escaping before she could swallow it. Her pathways flared bright enough to cast red shadows across the white sheets. Heat radiated off her skin in waves that made the air shimmer.

I worked her with the same attention I’d given her last night, watching how her face changed when I curled my fingers or adjusted the angle or pressed my thumb against her clit. She tried to maintain some composure, some clinical observation about energy transfer rates or neural response patterns.

It lasted maybe thirty seconds before she gave up and just moaned.

The drain widened automatically. Her Essentia poured into me faster, pulled by the feedback loop between us. I could taste her pleasure mixing with my own, the circuit amplifying everything until I couldn’t tell which sensations belonged to who.

Her hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head up so she could kiss me properly. Her tongue invaded my mouth with the same intensity she brought to her ability demonstrations. Demanding. Precise. Absolutely no hesitation about what she wanted.

I added a third finger and her whole body went rigid.

"There," she gasped. "Right there, don’t you dare stop—"

I didn’t stop. I kept the angle perfect and the pressure consistent and watched as the professor who terrified half the academy came apart on my hand, her moans getting higher and more desperate with each thrust of my fingers.

The pathways across her skin went incandescent. Actual heat poured off her in visible distortions, like looking through summer air above hot asphalt. The sheets beneath her smoked slightly.

"Fuck," she said, the vulgarity sounding strange in her crisp accent. "Rome, I’m—"

She came hard, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers as her back arched and her thighs clamped together, trapping my wrist between them. The drain spiked so violently my vision whited out for a second, her Essentia flooding me in one massive wave that tasted like burning sugar and lightning.

I kept moving through her orgasm, working her gently as she shook and gasped and made sounds I’d remember forever.

When the aftershocks finally faded, she collapsed back against the pillows, her chest heaving and her pathways slowly dimming. She covered her face with both hands.

"That was..." She trailed off.

"Scientific?" I suggested.

She laughed, the sound breathless. "Humiliating. I was going to say humiliating."

"Why?" I withdrew my fingers slowly, carefully. "Because you enjoyed it?"

"Because I’m supposed to be conducting research." She peeked at me between her fingers. "Not begging a student to make me come."

"Former student."

"In three weeks."

I grinned and brought my wet fingers to my mouth, licking them clean while maintaining eye contact. Her eyes darkened as she watched, her breath catching again.

"You’re trouble," she said.

"You invited me here."

"My professional judgment may have been compromised." She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist and leaving her completely bare from the waist up. The pathways traced beautiful patterns across her chest and stomach, mapping her like a work of art.

I reached for her but she caught my wrist.

"Your turn," she said simply.

Before I could respond, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my thighs, her hands already moving with purpose. She wrapped her fingers around my dick and stroked slowly, watching my face with those sharp ruby eyes.

"Tell me what you like," she ordered.

"This works."

"Specifics, Mr. D’Angelo." Her thumb circled the head, smearing the bead of moisture there. "I don’t accept vague answers in my classroom or my bedroom."

I had to laugh. Even naked and freshly orgasmed, she couldn’t turn off the professor routine. "Tighter."

Her grip tightened immediately, her strokes becoming firmer. The drain opened between us again without prompting, her Essentia flowing into me even though she was the one doing the work.

"Faster," I said, my voice getting rough.

She complied, her hand moving with increasing speed. Her other hand slid lower to cup my balls, her fingers rolling them gently in a way that made my hips jerk upward.

"Good boy," she purred.

That should not have been as hot as it was.

My hands gripped her thighs, feeling her pathways pulse beneath my palms. I channeled some of her stolen Essentia back through the connection, and she gasped as the feedback hit her.

"What did you just—" She broke off, her rhythm faltering.

"Returning the favor." I did it again, pushing her own energy back into her body through our joined hands. "Too much?"

"No." Her eyes half-closed, her lips parting. "Do it again."

I kept cycling it back to her with each stroke of her hand, creating a loop that fed on itself. She got wetter against my thigh where she’d unconsciously started grinding, chasing friction she didn’t realize she needed.

Her movements became less controlled. The clinical precision gave way to something messier and more honest. She wanted this. Wanted me. Not for research purposes or data collection but because the drain had shown us exactly how compatible we were.

"Laurana," I warned, feeling the pressure building low in my spine. "I’m close."

"Let me taste it." She lowered her head, her scarlet hair spilling across my thighs. "I want to know what you’re like."

Then her mouth was on me and coherent thought scattered.

The heat of her was unreal. She could regulate her internal temperature, and apparently she’d decided scalding was appropriate for this particular application. Her tongue moved with devastating skill, the same way her fingers had traced patterns across my body earlier.

The drain opened wider. I couldn’t stop it. Her Essentia flooded through in molten waves that tasted like cinnamon and ambition and something sweeter I couldn’t name.

My hands found her hair, tangling in the scarlet strands. She hummed her approval and the vibration sent a jolt up my spine. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in just hard enough to leave marks.

"Laurana," I managed. "I’m gonna—"

She didn’t pull away. She went deeper, taking me into her throat with a skill that suggested extensive practice. The drain spiked hard as I came, my release hitting in waves while her Essentia mixed with mine in patterns that felt like fire wrapped in silk.

She stayed there until I stopped shaking, then slowly pulled back. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were bright with satisfaction.

"Fascinating," she said, her voice absolutely wrecked in the best way.

I laughed, breathless. "Is that your scientific assessment?"

"Preliminary findings." She crawled up my body and kissed me, letting me taste myself on her tongue. "Further testing required."