p u p p y  e y e s
COVEY'S POV:

Conrad walks into the apartment suite at 2:15 pm after his lecture, an exhausted look on his face. "Afternoon, Cove." Raking both hands over his face, he strolls over to me and puts his arms around my waist. "You're so fucking comfy, baby."

I squirm and try to push him away. "God, you're suffocating me."

"Kinky, I like." He bites my cheek and laughs. "I missed you."

"Sure you did," I scoff, rolling my eyes playfully. He just likes to stick his hot dog in my donut.

Conrad starts loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once he's comfortable, he pulls my body to his chest again. "Well, I did miss you. I always miss you."

"I know, I was just messing." I lean up and lick the tip of his nose, causing him to crinkle it up in the way I always do. "Because I missed you too, Coco Puff."

He wipes his nose and scrunches his face up even more. "You're disgusting."

"You're a loser."

"Buttsniffer," he mumbles.

I hit his shoulder. "Pus licker."

"You play ball like a girl," he continues, a small smile curling at the edges of his lips. "The Sandlot. You like that movie?"

"One of the best out there," I chirp, pecking his lips. "When are we gonna go look for a puppy?"

"We can go right now, if you'd like?" he tells me, running his big hands up and down my arms. I get goosebumps. "Or I can release some stress and we can go in like fifteen minutes."

Smirking, I pat his tummy and move downward on the couch so my face is in his lap. I play with the fly of his trousers and glance up at him. "I can help?"

"I fucking love you, kid."

I know, daddy, I know.

I wiggle my booty and lean down to kiss his abs, licking the dips of his defined muscles. He pets my hair and brushes the stray pieces out of my face, his breathing heavy. The button to his pants come undone when I tug at them, and I reach down to grab his goodie. Yummy. Dino nuggies. Taking his length in my hand, I massage him and bite my lip as I stare into his eyes. 

"Be quick," he says, clenching his jaw. "If you want your puppy you have to make me come in five minutes."

I widen my eyes, quickening and tightening my grip around him. When he's hard enough, I lick the tip of his erection and swirl it around. His hands reach back and start feeling up my behind, squeezing my cheeks and tapping them. And then I wrap my lips around him completely, bobbing my head up and down while pumping the rest of his length with my hands. 

My tongue laps his tip round and round and his fingers grip the back of my neck to push me onto him; further, deeper, harder. 

Conrad starts moving his hips underneath me, and I try to hold in my gag as his length hits the back of my throat over and over again relentlessly. 

"Fuck, you're so good," he groans. And even though he always tells me this, I feel my tummy build up with appreciation of his praise. "Good girl," he moans, "fuck—shit—god."

My praise kink right now...

As an afterthought, you really do need God.
I guess we both do, holy huckleberry. Ha-Hur.

And then he's grabbing my head and making me deepthroat him while he's in full control, all until he moans loudly and releases warm and salty liquid down my throat. Well, I did it. Guess who's getting a puppy today. I lick him clean, sucking on his tip as he earns his breath again. And then he's shutting his eyes and running a hand over his face like nothing happened, looking not even a little bit relieved.

"Thanks, mi amore." And he smiles lightly. "Want to go get a puppy now?"

"I didn't just swallow your bodily fluid for nothing," I mumble, pulling myself up from the couch. "I'm gonna make daddy's bank account hurt."

"As long as that's the only thing you end up hurting," he sighs, getting up and fixing his pants.

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At the pet store, I look around like a kid in a candy shop. Because it's literally a pet store. Animals. And bunnies. And cats. And dogs. And oh my goodness, it's a golden retriever. 

"I want that one," I say, pointing to the dog behind the crate.

Conrad hums, looking at the tiny dog. "We got here like five minutes ago, you want that one?"

"It's decided," I say, shaking my head. "Unless you want to buy me three dogs..." I look up at him and give him one of my most convincing smiles. "I liked that corgi over there and a I do want a ridgeback."

"We're not fucking getting three dogs, Covey. You don't even want a baby right now," he grumbles, more of in a mood than he was earlier. Okay Mr. Grumpy Grinch. What's up with you?

"I already have a baby," I smart, putting a hand on my hip.

He glares at me. "Rex doesn't count."

"So you don't count either? Because you're being a real baby right now." Pointing a finger to his chest, I huff. "Stop glaring and moping around. What did I ever do to you?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, baby." He runs a hand through his hair to mess up the gel, sighing. "I've just had a long day. I'm okay."

"Okay, Mr. Grinch."

His death glare deepens.

"Brontolo," I add, which means grumpy in Italian.

This catches his attention. "How did you—"

"Google translate for life," I say, sticking my tongue out at him. Then I snap and point to the puppy looking up at his hard stare. "Look, he likes you. What if we named him something that starts with a 'C'?" An idea pops inside my head. "Think about it, we can be a family of C names. Conrad, Covey, and Cooper Dino Monroe."

"Covey Monroe," Conrad whispers back, a smile eating its way to his face. He smiled for me. "Covey, Covey, Covey. So, do you want my last name?"

"I do." Eventually.

"Let's go elope right now," he deadpans. Impatient much. "Bet?"

I ignore him and watch the tiny puppy wagging his tail and sticking his tongue out at me. "Get me the puppy and let's name him Cooper Dino." 

"I love you too, Covey Jensen. Geez."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

this chapter is crap but yk what it's sorta a filler and i'm stressed about school and life sucks.

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