Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers 3)

At this, I lose the fight and howl.

Epilogue

Evin

Poppy drops her head, her hair tickling my thighs as she arches her chest. My thumb swipes across her nipple before running along the script below.

Her hips tilt, and she grinds down hard. “Oh, God,” she moans.

My stomach tightens when she cups my balls and rolls them between her fingers. “Get there, baby.”

“Not yet.”

I thrust upward, knowing I’ve hit the right spot when she screams into the room. Her body spasms as she comes apart, her muscles clenching my cock. She rocks back and forth, slowly lifting her head. The glittery blue of her eyes sears into my skin. My dick pulses inside her, ready to blow at the fiery hunger piercing into me. She smiles proudly, swiveling her hips.

She’s a fucking siren, taunting me, challenging me, seeing how far she can go. Warning bells ring in my brain, and with a swift move, she’s on her back.

My cock swells, driving into her hard, over and over until she’s writhing, chanting soft pleas. Her thighs flex around my waist, spurring me harder.

“Give it to me,” I demand.

“Too good,” she moans in pleasure, then yells, her muscles rippling impossibly tight.

“Shit.” Sweat rolls down my back at the electrifying sensations firing through me.

Our sex life was always explosive, but since the day we landed in Bora-Bora on our honeymoon, something changed. Her adventurous side came out, and I was introduced to a new side of my wife.

I’ve openly admitted wanting to live inside Poppy, and she’s taken me up on it. If we’re not working, or with family, we’re wrapped in each other. Every morning, I wake up ravenous for her, unable to get enough. Her body responds to the slightest touch, ready for me.

Like now, the desperation to possess her, worship her, claim her with each stroke consumes me. I slam into her again and again, watching my cock disappear with each stroke.

“So fucking sexy seeing you take me.”

“Yes…”

The desire in her voice bleeds through, telling me she wants more.

“You feeling needy this morning?”

“That first one is always for you,” she whimpers.

“Fuck yeah, it is.”

She may soak in the pleasure, but her first orgasm of the day always belongs to me. Giving me the satisfaction of seeing her shatter apart for me and only me. Forever.

My speed increases, pummeling harder until she’s thrashing again. My mouth goes to her tit, sucking hard, and she shatters again, this time almost bringing me with her. My dick now has a mind of its own, willpower be damned.

I find her clit and flick it over and over while she’s still coming. Her eyes fly open, fluttering a few times as she focuses. She knows what I want. Her hips ram up, titling at the last minute, and that’s all it takes.

“Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. My dick pulses harder, shooting off into her.

She holds tight, mumbling incoherently and milking me tight.

When my eyes clear, they land on her smiling face as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I knew putting a full bedroom in this apartment was a good idea,” she rasps.

“Fucking great idea.” My voice is throaty. “Shit, Poppy, I lost control.”

“Isn’t it awesome?”

Her smug expression has my cock lurching again. Her eyes grow wide and she giggles, running her hand through my hair. “You are insatiable.”

“I’m addicted.”

“Help me up?”

My arms round her back and I lift her, falling back onto the bed, keeping us connected. She nuzzles into my neck, her heart beating with mine. “It’s done, sweetie. We did it.”

“This was all you. The vision, the design, the layout.”

“I can’t take all the credit on that; Dante was a huge contributor.”

“Maybe, but the final product is yours.”

“Is it possible for the human heart and soul to explode from happiness?”

“Our future is filled with it.”

“Speaking of the future, I need your help.” She leans over the side of the bed. “Stay where you are.”

“Kinda hard to move when you’re riding my dick.”

“I’m not technically riding it, I’m sitting astride it.”

“We’re talking technicalities?”

She wiggles as she digs into something that sounds like a plastic bag. “Close your eyes. I need your help to pick out my outfit. There are two choices, and your initial reaction is the deciding factor.”

I do as she says, jerking when she lays several objects across my stomach.

“Those are accessories,” she clarifies.

“Baby, this is a family party. Are we going all out?”

“Yes, Evin! It’s not just a family party. It’s your and Darby’s birthday party.”

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“It is to me. Okay, you can open.”

My eyes go to the two hangers she’s holding up. Both are scraps of lace. “This fucking outfit better be only for me.”

She grins. “Of course, this is for our private celebration.”

My gaze drops to my stomach and my heart stops. Four pregnancy tests are laying there. I don’t have to see the window to know what they say.