The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: 127 | Good Mornings and Thick Envelopes

A week passed, and let me tell you something about living with two sexually enhanced women who’ve discovered the joys of what I bring to the table: there’s no such thing as a quiet morning anymore.

I woke up with Sloane’s mouth around my cock, her pink hair spilling across my thighs as she worked me with the enthusiasm of someone who’d been practicing. A lot. Diane sat beside us on the bed, already dressed for the office but running her fingers through Sloane’s hair like she was petting a particularly talented cat.

"Good morning, sugar," Diane murmured, leaning down to kiss me while her daughter continued her morning routine. The taste of coffee and honey lingered on her lips, and I could feel Sloane’s pleased hum vibrating through my entire body.

This had become normal. Whatever the hell normal meant anymore.

Sloane pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at me with that bratty smile that made my heart do stupid things. "Sleep well?"

"Better now," I managed, because speaking while she was stroking me with those enhanced reflexes was like trying to hold a conversation during an earthquake.

"Mmm, I can see that." She took me back into her mouth, deeper this time, and Diane’s hand moved to cup the back of her head.

"Show him what you learned yesterday," Diane instructed, her CEO voice mixing with something distinctly maternal in a way that should have been wrong but just made everything hotter.

Sloane’s technique had improved dramatically over the week. What started as enthusiastic but amateur had evolved into something that could probably be classified as a superpower. The enhancement effect worked both ways, apparently. Her stamina, her coordination, even her ability to read my reactions had all leveled up along with her physical capabilities.

I tangled my fingers in her hair as she worked me toward the edge, and when I came, she swallowed everything with the satisfied expression of someone who’d just aced a particularly difficult exam.

"Good girl," Diane praised, and Sloane practically glowed.

This was my life now. And honestly? I wasn’t complaining.

The afternoon brought a different kind of workout. Diane had come home early with that particular glint in her eye that meant she’d been thinking about me during board meetings again. She found me in the gym, finishing a set of weighted pulls that would have been impossible before my enhancement kicks started stacking.

"You’re getting stronger," she observed, leaning against the doorframe in her business suit like she was evaluating a particularly interesting acquisition.

"You’re getting more direct."

She laughed, that throaty sound that went straight to my cock. "Two weeks of sharing you with my daughter has a way of cutting through social niceties."

Before I could respond, she was pressing me against the mirrored wall, her hands already working at my workout shorts. The contrast of her perfectly pressed blazer against my sweat-slicked chest created friction that made my brain short-circuit.

"Here?" I asked, because the gym had windows that faced the neighbor’s house.

"The blinds are closed," she replied, dropping to her knees with the kind of elegant grace that only came with decades of practice. "And I’ve been thinking about this all day."

Diane’s approach was different from Sloane’s. Where her daughter was eager and experimental, Diane was controlled and devastating. She knew exactly what she was doing, exactly how to use her tongue and her hands and the suction of her throat to reduce me to a shaking mess against the wall.

When she stood up and turned around, pressing her hands flat against the mirror, I didn’t need any further invitation. Her skirt hiked up easily, and she was already wet and ready for me.

"The neighbors might see," I warned, even as I positioned myself behind her.

"Let them," she gasped as I pushed inside. "Maybe they’ll learn something."

The angle was perfect, hitting spots that made her breath catch and her reflection flush pink in the mirror. I could see everything, the way her face changed as I moved deeper, the way her carefully styled hair started to come undone.

"Harder," she demanded, and I obliged, my hands gripping her hips as I gave her exactly what she wanted.

Diane came first, her body clenching around me as she bit her lip to keep from screaming. When I followed, spilling inside her with enough force to make my knees buckle, she looked back at me with that satisfied smile that meant I’d passed another one of her unspoken tests.

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