m i  a m o r e
COVEY'S POV:

Every word I spoke just now was true, yet I could barely register the actual thoughts in my brain.

There are a lot of things I feel that I don't say—partly because no one understands. And if they won't ever understand, why should I put my energy into something like that? I guess tonight was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I can't remember the last time I cried over something worth crying over. For example, I've felt tears prick my eyes over sad endings to movies, eating the last dino chicken nugget, and Conrad's cheesy words. But never has something traumatic affected me to the point of tears. Because after everything in my life, I've gone numb.

A car crash into a parked car on the side of a normal, totally unbusy street. 

I mean, I know things happen... that they happen for a reason. There's always a Why? So, Why did this happen? Why was it so out of the blue?

"Let me make love to you tonight," Conrad says in a promising tone, one of care and concern.

I let go of the fistful I took of his shirt, my bottom lip going in between my teeth. "Yes, please."

He smiles, picking me up and taking us to his room. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes." No. "I'm alright." I'm frightened. "Is your car gonna be okay?" Am I gonna be okay?

"How many times do I have to tell you that the car doesn't mean anything—" he grumbles, setting me down on the floor. "Well, it does. I had a deep sentimental attachment to it. But that doesn't matter. I need to know you're okay. Cars are replaceable. You, mi amore, aren't."

I crinkle my nose up, holding his jaw in my hands. "Say that again."

"What?" Conrad furrows his eyebrows together. "Say what?"

"Mi amore," I whisper, outlining his cheekbones now. "Say it again."

"Ti amo, mi amore," he repeats, taking my shirt and tugging me to him. "Never fucking forget it."

I smile, reaching down to the hem of the t-shirt before pulling it off of me. "Ti amo, mi amore," I echo and say as I shut my eyes when his hands start roaming my body. "Ti amo."

He breathes in heavily, warm puffs of his exhale causing butterflies in my tummy to erupt. "I'm sorry."

"I'm okay." Okay. I'm okay. Okay.

"I should've never parked my car there, I should've just taken us home. And I know I said that things happen, but shit, Covey, things like that shouldn't just happen."

"Then Why?" I ask, looking up at him. "Why Why Why?"

He looks at me strong and hard for a few seconds, a small and knowing expression of awe written on his features. "There was always a Why for things like this. Why things got to a certain point," he finishes. He did have my paper memorized. 

And then something registers in his brain, yet he doesn't say what, and the dark, stormy gray color of his eyes hardens into a glare. "I mean, Why—Why did he do this to you?" he whispers, tightening his jaw.

I shake my head, not understanding. "Who?"

"Don't worry about it," he mutters, giving me a clipped answer. "I'll deal with it."

But before I can respond or overthink, his lips are on mine and my hands are exploring his body and we're slowly moving towards the bed. Take me to heaven.

Conrad breaks free to remove his shirt and pants, his boxers dangerously low around his hips. "Slow," he whispers when I try to reach for him. "Passion. Love. Feeling. Let me make love to you."

I gulp on air, nodding. "Yes, Sir."

"It's Conrad," he says softly, brushing the stray hairs out of my face. "We're equal, Cove."

"Okay." I wait for him to kiss me again, scooting to the middle of the bed. 

He straddles my waist, my jaw in his big hands as he paces our kisses. Our lips move slowly, but there's a fire set ablaze. And our tongues, they dances around in a peaceful way; in tranquility, savoring everything the night has to offer. Because when we wake up tomorrow, we'll be student and teacher again, and the fantasy world we've been living in this weekend will be over.

He trails his lips down across my chin and in a line along my neck. I feel myself swallow under the touch of his mouth. Conrad reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, letting it fall down my shoulders before tossing it to the side. And when he gets to my collarbone, he bites down, tugging at my skin.

I gasp, reaching down to claw at his lower back. He pushes his hips into me and I feel his hardening erection. Never fail to amaze me, Coco. Teasingly, he runs his fingers over the navel of my stomach as he traces the lines of my abs and curves. I moan, looking down at him peppering my body with kisses.

"You're so sweet, baby," he tells me, licking one of my nipples—pulling, tugging, sucking. Messaging the other, he says, "So sweet, so beautiful, fucking gorgeous."

Letting out a cracked moan, I open my mouth as my eyes grow hooded. 

"You like that, don't you?" he whispers seductively. "Huh?"

"Mhm," I say, wrapping my legs around his waist to relieve some of the tension in between my thighs.

"You're one naughty girl now," Conrad mutters, lifting himself up to move his mouth closer and closer to the waistband of my panties. "Naughty for me. I like that. Oh, Cove, I like that a lot."

He snaps the lacey material and I moan again, not able to control myself. What can I say, he's got my libido on high alert nowadays. "Please, Conrad."

"Patience, mi amore, I said slow. Slow and savory and sexy." He takes my panties, pulling them down my legs and opening my thighs wide. "So fucking sexy," he adds.

He brushes this thumb along the inside of my thigh, closest to my sex. I curl my toes, begging him with my eyes to do something to me. Please. He gets up and takes my left leg in his hands. Then he kisses the pad of my foot up to my toes, biting each one, before trailing kisses up the inside of my calf, knee, and thigh. Repeating the same slow and torturous movements with my right leg, I sigh and feel rewarded once his tongue runs along the dip of my abs down to swipe my slit once. He does it again. And again. And again.

Conrad pulls the apex of my clitoris into his mouth completely, sucking and pulling and releasing. I moan loudly, gasping and breathing heavily. He swirls his tongue round and round, soft then hard then slow then fast. It dips in and out of my entrance. His hands push my legs open when I try to hook them over his shoulders, and I feel at a loss of power. He knows what he's doing. He wants the control right now. He wants to make love to me.

I feel my stomach twist and begin its wringing sensation, but Conrad lifts his head from me just in time. He removes his boxers, his erection tall and confident, and begins stroking himself while the fingers of his free hand circle my clit teasingly. I moan, watching his hand slide up and down his length—his thumb brushing the tip in a way that excites himself. 

I shift underneath his muscular figure, wanting him inside me already. This wonder he's introduced me to, it's something so addicting. So very addicting. And now I want him too much. So much.

When his fingers edge me again, I whimper and push my hips up to show him my desire, my want, my need. He smirks, tapping his tip to my clit, rubbing himself against me. Shutting my eyes, I gasp and savor his touches; the way he makes me feel every single time.

And then his length is aligned at my entrance, slowly pushing inside of me. I reach up and grab onto Conrad's shoulders, digging my nails into the muscles of his back as his girth stretches me. He's so big. I feel so full.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, lips parted. He eases himself all the way in, slowly rolling his hips into mine.

I moan at the pleasure. He's gentle, sedate, and undemanding, thrusting into me leisurely. He lets out a low moan, gaining hold of a rhythm. Wrapping my legs around him, I reach up and put his face in my hands to hold him closer to me. 

Why did I push him away from me today? Because... we could've lost each other. And losing him forever is harder than pushing him away for a couple minutes. I love him.

He circles his hips, rubbing me in all the right places. Carving my left side as he goes out, he tortures my right side as he thrusts in, hitting my g-spot every single time. 

My eyes go cloudy, tears of pleasure and sensation making it hard to see straight. All I can focus on is Conrad. Only him. His touches, his love, his eyes, the way his mouth goes open and closed.

He puts a hand under my head to pull me closer to him, his nose brushing against mine. "Covey," he whispers breathlessly, focusing his gaze on mine. He pushes himself deeper into me, the bed making noises underneath us.

"Conrad!" I whine, my lower lip quivering. I furrow my eyebrows together and gasp thrust after thrust.

His hips slam into mine in short drives, never ending and increasing in speed. "I love you so much," he grits out, his breath fanning my face. "Fuck—"

I collapse around him, my insides churning again and again as he continues thrusting and plunging his length deep into me. He pulls out to his tip and rolls his hips in a tasteful way, hitting every sensitive spot, every part of my insides. As I come, I hold his face in my hands to watch his reaction—to see if he knows the effect he has on me, how intense it is.

And then he moans loudly. The sound tickles my ears as his body goes rigid, the length of his erection buried deep inside of me. I shiver again when he comes, and he grabs the hair on the nape of my neck while his other holds my waist tightly. When he's done releasing his load, he puts his head in my neck and lazily thrusts into me to ride our highs.

Conrad finally stops, his arms going around my waist as I sigh in contentment. "I love you too," I say, staggered breaths leaving my lips. "I love you so much."

He places kisses to my neck. "I'm so sorry about your parents, Covey. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay..." I whisper, running my fingers along his bare back. "You're my daddy now, right?"

He tightens his grip around me. "Are you tired yet?"

I hum, watching as a smirk etches its way onto his face. So I shake my head. "No, not yet."

He gets up in a hurry. Pulling out of me, Conrad groans and shuts his eyes briefly, a wicked grin playing on his lips. Then he's walking away and into his closet. Oh. Ohhhh.

When he comes out, he gets the red tie with the woven pattern into it, sliding it back and forth along the back of his neck. That's hot. "Round two?"

I bite the inside of my cheek, going a slight shade of pink before turning on my frontside. Conrad inhales sharply and I can feel him walking closer to me. As he reaches me, his hands massage my butt and he taps it lightly every so often. I feel his erection get excited again, the tip of it brushing up and down the inside of my thigh.

"Your hands can be tied in front of you or behind you, which do you prefer?" he asks politely, tickling my back with the ends of the fabric.

"Behind me, Sir." I gulp, squirming underneath him when he trails his fingers along the side of my waist.

"Good choice," he says, dominance prevailing. He knots my hands together and binds them up with the dress tie. "Now, I'm going to fuck you. Hard. We made love tonight, but now I will give it to you rough. Okay?"

"Yes," I say, pushing my hips back towards him.

"Yes who?"

"Yes, Sir..." I stop, remembering this is his favorite position. "Yes, daddy."

He rams into me at my answer, a cry falling out of my mouth. "That's fucking right."

Pinioned underneath him, he pushes and pulls himself in and out. He continues, back and forth, round and round, to my cervix and hitting my already sensitive g-spot. Hard. So rough, yet so good. I'm crying, tears building up in my eyes and painful moans coming from my lips.

"Tomorrow," he seethes, another forceful thrust coming. "You. Won't. Walk. Straight." Word after word, thrust after thrust, I feel him sending me. 

I arch my back so my chest is pressed into the mattress more, my forehead resting on the sheets. "Argh! Conrad, oh my god—"

"Feel it, baby, feel it," he growls. 

The sound of our bodies slamming against each other is so erotic, I'm lost. He's taken me to oblivion.

"You will come when I say," he murmurs, and grabbing my hips, he slams into me again.

"Ah!" I cry out, the fullness of his length so hard to accommodate to, yet so pleasing. 

He hits the bellyaching feeling inside of my stomach square on, again and again, pushing deeper and deeper. The feeling is out-of-this-world. And it hurts—he eradicates it with every sweet, sharp thrust—but it's so good, a devilish kind of heavenly.

I push back to meet him thrust for thrust. "Please let me," I whimper, moving my hips.

He picks my shoulders up and goes at it harder, my back arching as my nails dig into the palms of my hands. He hits my g-spot relentlessly, my wetness dripping down the side of my thighs. Oh my god.

"Covey, no," he grunts, trying to still me when I begin to quiver. But I want him too much, and I clench my insides around him as my only strength.

"Covey, shit," he hisses, slapping my behind with the imprint of his hand. Ow. 

I let out a gasp, crying as his girth gets rougher and rougher, my orgasm about to bust out of the seams. "Oh, please let me!" I whine, looking back at him.

He gives me a few more jarring thrusts before saying, "Fuck. Come for me, baby."

And I spiral into a much needed, healing kind of orgasm that goes on and on and on, my insides wringing over and over again. I'm spent. I'm breathless. And Conrad hisses as he comes, the tortured sound almost enough to make me come again.

He sighs, bending down to kiss my shoulder. "Good girl." My insides tingle. Putting his arms around me, he places his head on my back as we try to regain our breaths—my hands still tied behind me. I tug at the restraints and it takes a minute for him to lift himself up and untie them.

Conrad stirs, kissing my back. "Come, I want to have a bath with you."

He pulls out of me and rolls my petite figure around so I'm on my back. Ah, it's so comfy. Shutting my eyes, I relax against the bed. "In a minute," I mumble.

"That's okay, I will go get it started." He places a kiss on my forehead. "You've had a long day, mi amore. Shut your eyes briefly, but you will be coming in with me."

"Okay, Coco Puff," I laugh, lifting an eye open. "Whatever you say."

"Whatever I say," he scoffs, walking away. 

Oh my dinos, that was amazing.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

OMFD Y'ALL, OH MY FRIGGIN' DINOS- THAT WAS INTENSE.
I had to give y'all a treat 'cause you thought I robbed you last chapter.

Anyways, please vote, comment, and don't go quiet on me. Two hands on the phone, peoples. XD, LOVE YOU <3