Page 61 of Pour Decisions
Both of us like the “shitty” candy—Tootsie Rolls, Dots, candy corn, Smarties—and that’s pretty much all that’s here.
“Are you sure you got most of this for trick or treaters? These are all of our favorites,” I say, grabbing a Tootsie Roll.
“Maybe I got it for us.” She takes a little baggie of candy corn and curls up on the couch. “I’ll never tell.”
I go to grab us some drinks and open the pizza box. I don’t reheat it or the breadsticks since we both like them cold. There’s no need for plates either—I’ll polish off whatever she doesn’t finish. Bubba wedges between us, but doesn’t lunge toward the food.
I start to take off my dog ear headband and both she and Bubba pin me with a look.
“What?” I ask. “We’re done handing out candy, so what’s the point of the costume?”
“Whimsy.” She looks at Bubba, who puts his head on her leg. “I know, Bubba.”
“You know how I feel about whimsy.” I leave the ears on because it’ll make her smile.
“Right.” She points to the dick sculpture from the night at the rec center, which is sitting right on my TV stand. “You get hard for whimsy. Absolutely bricked up for it.”
“I do not get hard for whimsy.”
“You just get hard for me?” She grins, leaning into my side as much as she can with the dog in between us.
“Yes, only you.” I kiss her, deep and slow. I try to nudge Bubba out of the way, but he’s a dead weight between us.
“He’s had a long, hard day of pretending to be a cowboy,” Kat says with a laugh.
“Bubba, c’mon. Off the couch,” I say. He yawns and burrows even deeper into Kat’s leg. I nudge him again and he hops off with a sigh, wandering into another room.
I kiss her again, pressing her flat against the couch. Her crop top makes it easy to access her soft skin, and I lightly squeeze her waist. I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in a while, which makes it easier to take my time. I tease her with my lips on her neck, dipping my fingers along the waistband of her leggings and the underside of her breasts in her sports bra.
She helps me by lifting her hips so I can peel her leggings and panties off. I kneel in front of her and part her legs before looking up at her. The face paint she used for her whiskers is smudged, and her lips are kiss-swollen. She smiles back at me, then bites her lip like she’s trying not to laugh.
“What is it?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs. My eyes drift to her bare pussy, which is already wet for me.
“The dog ears.” She snorts.
Her laugh turns into a moan when I run my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and she takes off my dog ears. They were in the way of her digging her hands into my hair and pulling just the way I like it.
I press her legs back further, using her flexibility to my advantage. Soon she’s a quivering mess against my face, and comes hard the moment I slip a finger inside of her. Before she can even recover, I flip her flat onto her stomach on the couch and tuck a pillow under her hips, shoving my sweatpants down. She lets out a soft, almost relieved moan when I slide into her.
I have to pause, like I always do. Her warmth wrapping my cock from tip to root lights up my nerves everywhere.
“Kitten,” I say, lightly pressing down on the back of her neck when she tries to squirm more.
“What?” She turns and looks at me as much as she can. Her eyes are heavy with lust, so I tighten my grip a little bit. She smiles.
“You know what.” I hold her in place while I fuck her, letting myself sink into the moment. It’s easy to do with her, matching her energy.
I kiss down her back as I fuck her, feeling her composure start slipping the more she winds her ass back against me. She begs, her face buried into the couch cushions, so I fuck her harder. Her words become unintelligible until she’s wailing, sending me over the edge from the force of her pussy squeezing around me.
I brace myself over her while I recover, then finally get the energy to get up. We clean up and return to the couch, collapsing against each other. She buries her face into my neck and I drag her over so she’s half on my lap. Bubba wanders back into the room, glances at the couch, and chooses to sleep in his bed on the floor.
“Why were you home so early anyway?” she asks.
I gently play with one of her curls, running my fingers along the textured strands. The motion centers me.
“Work,” I finally say. “I’m just tired of my dad’s bullshit. I…well, I might leave.”
“Leave…the company? Your family’s company?” Her eyes widen. “Holy shit, JD.”
