Poppy
Two years later...
"Now, Poppy!" Devon demanded, and I ca. Hard.
I was unable to fully revel in my orgasm, however, as I was flipped onto my stomach and my hips were dragged up to et Devon’s still very hard cock.
"Oh My God, you lied!"
"Didn’t lie, baby, just wanted you to co first."
"You said we were going to co together," I argued, even as I pressed my ass back against him.
He reached between my legs and pressed a finger against my clit. "You gonna argue while my cock’s in your very tight cunt?"
"Well, I think it’s important that we always be honest—"
I couldn’t get the rest of my tirade out as his finger slid into my very secret place and I climaxed again without warning.
"God damn, Poppy... would have never guessed you’d be a fan of anal."
I wrinkled my nose even as I tried to catch my breath. "Can we not use that word when I’m in the middle of the best orgasm I’ve ever had."
Devon chuckled as he gripped my hips and began to move again. I was exhausted. In the best of ways, but I pretty much figured I’d lie there and wait for him to finish and then I’d snuggle up close and go to sleep.
This is not what happened.
And it’s not what happened, because my man is a magician with his hands and body, and also so kind of warlock, which ant, he ran a finger down the middle of my back (which I loved), then he took said finger and pressed it against my clit, applying pressure at the sa ti as he slamd his cock into .
Which basically ant, he riled up all over again.
Oh My God, did he rile up.
He pulled up so I was anchored on his lap, my back to his chest, keeping one arm around my waist for balance, while the other was between my spread legs. I reached behind , sliding my hands into his hair and riding him like I’d never done before.
"You close?" he growled.
"Not even a little bit."
"Liar," he said, and slapped my pussy.
Oh My God, I nearly ca right then and there.
"How about now?"
"Nope," I retorted, with an emphasis on the P.
This earned another slap and I whimpered.
"You ready, sweetness?"
One more slap and I exploded. I felt him pulse inside of and then he helped fall forward and slid out of , pulling into his arms and kissing gently. "Love you, Poppy."
I nodded against his chest, still unable to catch my breath.
"You okay?"
I shook my head and shot out of bed, just making it to the bathroom. Devon rushed inside, grabbing my hair gently and pulling it away from my face. I felt him tie it back with sothing before hunkering down beside . "You keep that pregnancy test?"
I nodded into the toilet and Devon stepped to our dicine cabinet to retrieve it. I’d thought I might be pregnant a few months ago, but my period ca while he was out shopping for a test, so I chucked it in the cabinet and didn’t think about it again.
Well, until now.
"Do your thing, baby. I’ll give you so privacy," he said, and left in the bathroom. I cleaned up, ’did my thing,’ then set the test on the counter and washed my hands.
As I waited for the results, I thought about everything that had happened over the last two years.
After the whole debacle with the Dixie Mafia, I’d returned to Atlanta for graduation, then my parents made sure Devon and I were ho the next day. Grace had directed the Dogs in packing up our townhouse, and they’d organized a shipping company to haul everything across country, while Doom had driven my car ho for .
Devon and I had been married almost imdiately upon our return to Portland, and he’d bought a little fixer-upper just over the bridge in Vancouver, Washington, close to my parents. We were adamant in wanting to make our own way without my parents’ money, but we couldn’t afford anything elaborate. He’d surprised with it and even though it was rough, it was on one of the best streets, so the return would be optimal.
And we’d done it. Okay, he’d done it (not the electrical, his dad did that). He’d restored a gorgeous little ho with three bedrooms and two bathrooms that ended up being way nicer than we expected. I loved it.
I’d gotten my master’s in history and was now teaching at the local high school. The only drawback was several of the Dogs’ kids were there, so they enjoyed giving shit when they knew I couldn’t hassle them back... well, until we were at the compound or at ho... then they were in trouble.
Because there was such an upswing in new builds in our area, Devon was busier than ever. I loved my life with my dream man, and the thought of a baby just made everything better.
"Is it ready?" Devon asked, stepping back into the bathroom.
"I haven’t looked. I was waiting for you."
He grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling close. "Got you so saltines and pop. I’m ready for my woman to be knocked up."
I chuckled. "Apparently so. Okay, ready?"
He nodded.
"Now," I said, and we leaned down to look at the test.
"What the fuck do two lines an?" he ground out. "I thought I bought the one that says pregnant or not pregnant on it. Fuck! It’s defective."
I dropped my head to his chest and burst into uncontrollable giggles. "It’s not defective, honey. It’s positive. I’m pregnant."
"No shit?"
I t his eyes. "No shit. You done knocked up."
He grinned. "Your dad’s gonna kill ."
I laughed. "He’ll get over it."
Lifting off the ground, he scooped into his arms and carried gently back to bed, settling on the mattress and kissing deeply before stretching out beside . "I love you Poppy Kenna Mann Wallace Wallace."
I laughed. We’d joked that since I’d taken Hatch’s na when he adopted , I should add Devon’s last na to my driver’s license, so it was his na and not Hatch’s (I didn’t, but Devon thought the idea was hilarious).
"I love you too, Devon Cade Wallace... Wallace."
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss . "Thank you."
"You’re welco." I stroked his cheek. "You’re my favorite person on earth, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, baby, you make sure I know."
"Good." I smiled. "Can’t wait to have your baby."
" too, sweetness."
He kissed again and then he went about pampering . Nothing could have been better.
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