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COVEY'S POV:

After waking up to use the restroom due to the light seeping through the blinds, I walk back out to see Conrad with his hand under the blanket; oh my dinos, this man.

"Coco," I whisper, going to his side of the bed. "What are you doing?"

He opens one of his eyes and grumbles, "Trying to get rid of my morning wood, baby. Just go back to bed."

I lift the covers from him and straddle his waist. "Why help yourself? I'm available—" Dudes, he's got my hormones all messed up too. 

Pushing me to the side, he gets up with a groan. "Good morning, by the way." He places a kiss on my forehead. "Now, turn around so I can take you from behind."

"Okay, dad." I reach up to kiss his jaw. "Whatever you say."

"It's daddy, not dad," he mutters, flipping me over so I'm on my hands and knees. Running his hands along my back under my shirt, he says, "And this is daddy's favorite position." Daddy's what now—holy dinos.

"Daddy," I whisper to myself. Hmm... 

He taps my butt, bringing my panties to the side. "That's fucking right, and one day you'll know it good and well."

Then without warning, he grasps my hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding me in place. Woah baby, calmers downers. And I can't move, but I still know somehow he's being gentle. When I feel the tip of his erection at my entrance, he pushes himself in slowly and I groan. He goes deep, so deep, all the way in—before slowly pulling out to repeat the same motion over and over again.

"Look. You're so ready for me, baby," he says in a husky voice.

His breathing becomes ragged and I have my lip in between my teeth to relieve myself of the pleasure coursing through my veins. With every thrust, he grinds into me and rubs the sensitive, responsive walls of my insides. He deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, only to pause for a second before doing it again.

I let out a whimper, my back arching so I'm pushed deeper into the mattress. Conrad's hands grab my waist and message my hips. "Conrad, please go faster." You're driving me insane.

He stops, and I can almost see the smirk on his face. I crane my neck back to look at him. The triumphant smirk, who would've thought. He eases out of me before slamming his hips into mine, making my mouth drop open with no words to come out.

"Like that?" he grunts, pulling out and pushing himself back in, all while maintaining eye contact.

I nod, dropping my head in pleasure. He grips my hair and thrusts into me. Endlessly. Mercilessly. Hard. He hits my g-spot over and over and over again, my moans morphing together with my breathing.

He takes me deep and hard and strong, and I meet him thrust for thrust, push for pull, churn for churn. "Fuck," he moans, cursing in my ear with his chest pressed against my back. "So good, baby." 

I moan, being controlled and letting him control me.

"God—fuck—shit," he seethes in short breaths, groaning as he picks up his pace.

I match him, moving my hips. He moans again, the sound sending my mind somewhere far far away, somewhere I somehow get lost. "Covey," he scolds, roughly pounding into me.

I cry out, my eyes screwed tightly together. "Oh my god, I'm gonna come!"

He slows down immediately after every thrust, the mood shifting to a sweet and savory kind of pace. His length still reaches me front and back, again and again at a bellyaching angle. "Can you come like this?" he whispers seductively.

"Yeah," I breathe out, moving my head to the side so I can look at him through my peripheral.

"Yeah?" he grunts, his thrusts suddenly becoming jarring and even more pleasurable.

And as he moans in my ear one more time, I fall apart and shatter, quivering as he rails his hips into mine. I'm sent into a euphoric trance of lust, love, and desire; something so hard to describe. I moan loudly, calling out his name over and over again when he doesn't stop his torture—and soon his warm cum is being released inside me, another wave of shivers hitting my every nerve.

"Good girl," he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder before pulling out of me. "Come, let's get ready. I have somewhere I'd like to take you today."

"You just took me," I say breathlessly, falling down onto the bed in tiredness.

He picks me up and puts me over his shoulder. "Somewhere even my cock can't ride you to," he reiterates. Hehe. If only you knew, Coco Puff.

******

"What is this place?" I ask, looking at Conrad with wide eyes. "Whatever it is, I feel like I wanna explode! Can we get cotton candy?"

He looks at me with a smile, unbuckling his seatbelt and stealing a kiss from me. "I'll get you whatever you want," he says, opening the car door. He walks around and opens mine too, continuing, "This is the Santa Monica boardwalk. Thought you might like it."

"As I've said, I love this whole entire trip. I mean, I love you, but I love everything here more than I love you," I gush, looking at all the rides spinning round and round.

He glares down at me, pulling me to him. "I know you don't mean that."

"Well I said it, so it's true..." I let my sentence trail off when Conrad's hand goes down to my booty. With a sharp inhale, he lifts his hand up and smacks it, making me clutch onto his shirt for dear life. "Holy dinos."

"Fuckin' love the beach more than me," he mumbles, letting me go and walking away to lead the way. No need to get jelly of the ocean, Coco.

I run up to him and jump on his back, my legs wrapping around his torso as his forearms hook behind my knees. "I love you," I tell him, tugging at his messy hair. "I love love love you. Even if you just hurt my booty."

"I love you too, kid." He spins us around and I laugh. "Just so you know, I'm only doing that once."

"Again?" I ask right away.

"No."

"I'll give you a couple rounds when we get home," I suggest, moving my head to look at him. "In daddy's favorite position."

He raises an eyebrow at me. "No."

I pout. "Three?"

"You'd be too tired," he states, a cocky smile on his face.

"I'll let you eat my dino chicken nuggies," I offer, running my index finger under his shirt. He tenses. "Or I can eat yours?"

He reluctantly spins us around again with a dramatic sigh, cursing under his breath. "Fuck you," he grumbles.

"I know, you really want to," I tease, pecking his cheek.

He sighs again, continuing to walk to the pier. "Just because it's true doesn't mean you've gotta call me out like that, baby."

Just because it's true is exactly why I'm calling you out, buddy.

******

"Are you hungry?" Conrad asks, as soon as we get off the ride. 

"Yes," I say with a wink. "For things other than—"

He rolls his eyes at my comment. "Shit, I've created a monster out of you." Then he puts his hand over my mouth and gives me a scolding look. "You've gotta know when to turn off your hormones, Cove."

I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow. "And you're one to talk?" I mumble while his hand muffles my words.

"For your information," he says, defending himself, "I waited a whole month of seeing you and talking to you everyday before I had sex with you. That's gotta be a new world record, baby."

It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Can we get fried Oreos?"

"What the hell are those?" he says, scrunching his face up.

"Oreos... fried?" I say, spelling it out for him. "Please?"

"No, that sounds disgusting." Conrad grabs my waist when I start walking towards the food truck. "Fine fine, I'll get you some fried Oreos."

"You're gonna try them too," I reply, pointing a finger at him. "They're like heaven in your mouth."

"You're heaven in my mouth—"

"See, your hormones," I point out, smirking. "Turn them off or learn to respect my dino chicken nuggets."

He chuckles, grabbing my hand. "The fact that I know what you're talking about surprises me so much."

We walk up to the food truck, a middle-aged guy running the booth. I widen my eyes at his looks. Holy huckleberry he's a hot one. Oh my dinos, I didn't just think that. He has green eyes and curly, dark brown hair. Nothing compared to my Coco Puff, but still model worthy.

"Can we get an order of two trays of fried Oreos?" I ask, smiling. "Please?"

The guy nods, looking between me and Conrad. "Of course, anything else?"

"Nope," Conrad deadpans, glaring at the guy. "That's all."

I hit him in the shoulder. "Be nice to him, Mr. Gr—"

Conrad puts a hand on my forearm, telling me to stop talking. He hands the guy a twenty dollar bill, taking the two trays of Oreos. "Keep the change."

"Cool," the guy says, smiling. "Thank you."

"Thankies," I smile again, waving. "Have a good day!"

He nods again, glancing between the two of us one more time. "I know it's a personal question, but are you two together? Because if not I—"

"She's my girlfriend," Conrad grumbles, lifting up our intertwined hands. "She's taken."

"My apologies," the guys says, raising his hands up in surrender.

I blush, shaking my head at them. Dude stuff. Territorial issues. Popping an Oreo in my mouth, I moan. "Respect his oreos," I mumble.

"Respect up my ass," Conrad mutters, walking away. He tries one of the yummy ooey gooey amazingness and stops in his tracks. "Holy shit, these are good."

I smack him on the side of his head. "Everything I introduce you to is awesome-sauce. You're just stubborn in your opinions."

"Stubborn is good," he says, chewing on another one. "I can be stubborn to the fact that you're mine then."

"Your logic is so twisted sometimes."

He leans down to kiss me, the sweetness, oils, and crumbs from the Oreo coating my mouth. "Our whole situation is twisted, but at least it's twisted all the time. So at least we can get good at the logistics of it." Always trying to one-up me.

And in all his twisted perfection, he had me fall helplessly in love with him. Now, a life without him seemed pointless.

"I promise," I whisper, looking into his gray gaze.

He smiles with his eyes. "I promise too."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

AGHHHH- love y'all and I love them. Last beach trip chapter unfortunately <33

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