Epilogue Last Queen Standing #2
Poppy still can’t believe how perfect the night turned out and almost forgets about the surprise she has underneath until they rush into the bedroom.
“Wait… wait,” she pants out between the frantic kisses Braden bestows while leading her to the bed.
He pulls back abruptly in concern. “Why? What’s wrong? I thought you were just as eager to consummate our engagement.”
“Consummation is for the wedding,” she corrects with a giggle. “This would be celebrating. But first, I have a present for you.”
“Can you give it to me after we’re done celebrating?” He frowns, causing her to smile.
“Nope. Turn around so I can go grab it.”
He growls in frustration but does as instructed. No isn’t in his vocabulary when it comes to Poppy. “You’re killing me, Mouse. My cock is so ready that he might hold this against you.”
“We’ll see what he thinks after the surprise.” She goes to the closet to act as if she’s getting something so he won’t hear her remove the dress, which she hurries to do, leaving her shoes on.
She’s excited for the big reveal but also self-conscious as she stares at herself in the mirror. She’s never worn sexy lingerie before and isn’t sure if she can pull it off. She feels like an imposter trying to be someone she’s not.
With a final calming breath, she exits and clears her throat. “You can turn around now.”
The instant he does, his lungs quit working. Is this the woman he just proposed to moments ago, or has she been replaced with a siren? There’s no way this is his mouse—the shy girl who blushes every time he spanks her ass cheek or uses the word pussy.
She’s not sure what to make of his silence, whether he’s trying to hold back from laughing or if he likes it. If he doesn’t say anything soon, she’s going back to the closet and stripping out of her humiliating attempt to be sexy.
She should have known better. This isn’t her. She’s… boring and nothing like what he was used to having before her. Poppy doesn’t usually let Braden’s past reputation bother her, but at a time like this, it’s impossible not to wonder if she’s not enough.
“It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I’ll take it off.” She begins to turn around but quickly freezes at his command.
“Don’t you dare move. That is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I just need a moment to soak it in.”
He’s never seen her in anything like that. The netted full-body catsuit and high heels have his dick leaking in appreciation. He reaches down to adjust his cock, which is suddenly rock-hard and painfully constricted.
Poppy notices and, feeling a little braver now that he appears to appreciate her purchase, cocks her hip and offers to help. “Would you like a hand with that?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” He unbuckles his belt. “Let’s start with your mouth.” His cock bounces free as he lowers his pants, then strokes himself as he tells her what to do. “I want you to walk to the end of the bed, so I can enjoy the view, then stop and crawl to me on your hands and knees.”
He was so turned on from the moment he laid eyes on her that he couldn’t help but become a beast. He also knows Poppy secretly likes a little degradation, and with that outfit, that’s precisely what he’ll give her.
He continues jerking his cock in anticipation as she lowers to the ground and crawls toward him.
She moves slowly to prolong the show, making his balls bluer by the second.
By the time she’s nearly to him with her sexy ass in the air, wiggling side to side, he almost changes course and plunges into her from behind, but the image of her servicing him while in that getup has him holding out.
When she stops before him, she looks up, awaiting instruction. Poppy prefers when he takes control and tells her exactly what to do. It’s her favorite way to play and always has her panting for more.
“Up on your knees, hands behind your back,” he orders.
She’s practically dizzy from desire, his dominance causing her to pant in lust.
“Open up, Little Mouse. Show me that tongue.”
Poppy does as instructed, eager to please.
“Thatta girl.” He taps his cock against her outstretched tongue a few times before moving in and out by only an inch. Poppy starts to close her mouth. “Keep it open until I say.”
Bringing his hand up, he spits into it and coats his cock in saliva. “Now wrap those pretty lips around it and suck.”
She eagerly obeys, thankful for the slick surface, as she watches his face for signs of pleasure. She’s rewarded the minute she closes around it with a lustful groan from Braden as she slides down his member.
“Goddamn, Poppy, you're so fucking sexy. I’ll never tire of seeing you on your knees. You’re such a good girl, following directions.”
He lets her set the pace at first, enjoying the show while allowing her to get comfortable. A few minutes into it, though, he’s done holding back. “All right, beautiful, time’s up. You’re going to take what I give you now.”
Braden fists her hair and grabs her chin. “Hold still, sweet thing,” he says right before he starts thrusting, head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck, Poppy. Your mouth is incredible. I could come so easily, but there’s only one place my cum is going from now on, and that’s inside your fertile pussy.”
His words cause her to clench with need. She wishes more than anything she’d already stopped birth control, but she was holding off until he proposed. Now, they’ll have to wait for the shot to wear off.
He pulls out abruptly. “Fuck, that was close.”
She stares up at him as she catches her breath, waiting for instruction as her pussy aches for relief.
“Come here, Mouse.” He helps her stand before asking, “Is it your turn?”
“Yes, please.”
“What would you like?”
“Will you finger me?”
“I will, but first, why don’t you lie down and take care of yourself. Let me enjoy the view a little longer. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Okay.” Poppy loves when he has her do this. It always results in the best orgasm, and she likes to watch Braden stare at her with lust-filled eyes as she does.
She crawls onto the bed, lying her head on top of the pillows with her pussy facing Braden as he removes his clothing.
“Spread those legs nice and wide for me. Show me everything.”
Luckily, the netted full-body suit is crotchless for this reason exactly.
As Poppy touches herself, she realizes she doesn’t need any lubrication since she’s already soaking, dipping her fingers into her core, and bringing the moisture up to where she needs it.
Braden strokes himself as he stares between her legs, and as she watches, the feeling she’s chasing skyrockets to put her right at the edge.
“Braden, oh God, don’t stop, I’m about to...”
“Let me see it, Poppy. I’ll finger fuck you so good as soon as you come.”
His words, in addition to the sight of him rubbing his cock, have her crashing into her climax, moaning in ecstasy. But when his fingers plunge inside and he laps at her folds, her moans turn into screams, bringing her to the next level.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Damn, you’re sexy as fuck when you come.” He loves when she falls apart, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm takes over, and watching her face as she loses control—there’s nothing quite like it.
“Oh my God, Braden. That was…”
“A wonderful appetizer.” He moves up to kiss her passionately, fondling her breast.
A second later, the head of his cock finds her entrance, and without hesitation, he plunges to the hilt. Poppy cries out in pleasure.
“God, your pussy feels so good.”
“Yes, Braden. Please, more.”
“You need me to fuck you hard, baby?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” She loves when he gives her everything he’s got and doesn’t hold back.
“Then turn over for me.”
He pulls out and helps her flip over. He never tires of this view. Her back curved, waiting for his touch. He caresses her butt while pushing her upper body to the bed, then brings his hand down in a loud slap.
“That’s it, baby. Stick that ass out so I can give you what you need.”
He lines up and rubs the head up and down her slit. “You ready, Mouse? I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna fill you with cum until you’re dripping.”
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me. Hard.”
Without another word, he bottoms out in one thrust, grunting with force and offering no pause before repeating the movement again and again. He pushes so deep her pussy opens fully, drinking him in each time.
Braden fucks her relentlessly, with no reprieve until his climax approaches. He grabs a fistful of her hair and hauls her torso up as he sits back on his haunches.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Poppy pants out.
“Good. Now give me one more orgasm. I need to feel you squeeze my cock. I want you milking every drop of cum until you’re full of me.”
His hand slides down, circling his fingers over her clit while kissing her neck and continuing to fuck her. Less than a minute later, she reaches her peak, bringing Braden with her.
Her pussy contracts around his cock, milking him exactly as he wanted. He folds over, forcing her to the bed again as he releases deep inside.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants in tune to his thrusts as his orgasm takes over. “That’s it. I’m filling you up. I’ll fuck you every night until you’re pregnant with our child.”
Their combined cries of pleasure continue as he rides out his climax. After the last pulse, they tumble to the side, Braden holding her close.
“Wow. Just wow.” Poppy says a minute later, after they’ve caught their breath and her heart has slowed.
“No kidding. We’ll have to do this every night, you know. Babies don’t make themselves.”
Poppy giggles. “We pretty much already do. But regardless, I can’t even get pregnant until my birth control wears off.”
“We’ll have to keep practicing then.”
“Don’t you think we should be more concerned about planning a wedding first?” Poppy doesn’t have any qualms about doing things backwards, but she doesn’t necessarily want to be pregnant in her wedding dress.
“No way. Baby-making can definitely happen alongside that part. When I first met you, I distinctly remember you saying you were way behind in that regard—no time like the present.” He kisses her head right before she flips around to face him.
“So you’re ready to marry me next month?”
“Baby, I would’ve married you last year. I was just waiting for those damn books to come out so I could propose.”
She smiles. “That was the sweetest proposal ever, by the way. I can’t believe you arranged all that. You’re amazing.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Braden smirks as Poppy shoves his shoulder.
“But seriously, even if I got pregnant right when my shot wears off, I wouldn’t show yet for another three months, so maybe we could plan a June wedding. And by then the weather will be warmer.”
“And by warm weather, you mean back home?”
They’ve had conversations about where to get married. Poppy chose Bozeman since she grew up there and it’s where her parents and brother are.
“Is that okay still?”
“I’m good with whatever it takes to make you mine. But the short answer is, yes, anything for my future queen. A Montana wedding it is.”
She squeals in delight as he cups her cheeks and brings her in for another passionate kiss. June can’t arrive soon enough.