Page 12 of Devious Whims

“Right,” I say, my attention dipping to the glistening tanned skin of his chest and the black tattoos on it. It’s a stark contrast to the boy I remember when I was a girl, and now he stands before me as a man. A very attractive, muscular man that I want—

I drop my gaze, pushing those thoughts away, and turn back to the counter as I rearrange the stuff I grabbed from the fridge. Devon moves closer, his boots thudding against the tile. My skin prickles at his presence as he stands behind me.

“I missed you at breakfast.”

Suppressing the shudder that threatens to overtake me, I nod and grab a plate from the cabinet. “Sorry, I hope you’re not too hungry. Give me a minute and I’ll have something for you.”

His fingers swipe the hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck to him, and I pause. Devon leans forward, his nose buried in my throat as he inhales. “Hmmm. I love your smell.”

My heart beats erratically, and my hands shake. I set the plate down carefully, and try to calm my breathing. I rubbed my skin nearly raw to wash off Mike’s cum, and fear curls in my belly at the thought of Devon smelling it.

When his hand brushes up my ribs and under my breasts, I flinch and jerk away from him.

“Cami.” His curt tone has me meeting his gaze.

Devon’s eyebrows furrow, and he studies my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I get out quickly. I drag my hands down my dress, straightening it against my body. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”

He snatches my chin, tilting my head back and peering down. “You’re lying to me.”

My eyes widen. “N-no.”

Devon’s grip tightens. “You’ve had the same tell since you were a teenager and nothing has changed. Now tell me why you pulled away from my touch.”

A flush creeps up my neck and his fingertips feel cold against my burning cheeks. His eyes shift between mine and then he lets go of me, taking a step back.

“You fucked him.”

I shake my head. “No. We didn’t—it wasn’t that.”

“But something along those lines. He touched you,” Devon spits out.

“He’s my husband,” I whisper in a hushed breath.

A deep rumble comes out of his throat, like a tortured growl. He grabs me around the waist, lifting me onto the counter and the next second he’s ripping my dress in half. Exposing my lacy bra to the kitchen, Devon gives my dress another tug and bares my matching white panties.

I let out a gasp as he pries my legs open, pulling me to the edge of the counter, and I wrap them around his waist. His hand glides up my ribs, palming my breast, and his fingers curl around the cup before pulling it down. His lips wrap around my hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth in a quick tug.

Bracing one hand on the counter, the other tangles into his hair as I pull him into my chest. My heaving breasts ache as he devours one and kneads the other.

He groans. “One day, these are going to leak with milk, and I can’t wait to drink you down.”

My mouth falls open at the image, slick heat pulsing in my pussy at the idea of Devon gulping my breastmilk. His fingers skim down my belly and he pushes my panties to the side, swiping up my slick folds and pressing down on the little bundle of nerves swelling with arousal. In the next second, two of his fingers are stretching me wide, and I gasp. My hooded eyes clash with his blue that have darkened with fury. A swirl of unease curls inside me at his anger.

Devon pulls me closer to the edge, the curve of my ass cheeks hanging off the counter as he bends over and presses his mouth to my pussy. I don’t know what I did to deserve to have two men that enjoy going down on me, but I’ll never get over the feel of their tongues as they lap up my juices or flick at my clit.

My legs shake around his face as he doesn’t let up, devouring my pussy like a man starved. I’m gasping, moaning and withering on the counter as my pleasure tips over, and I’m plunged into waves of ecstasy. Devon straightens his back, undoes his jeans and shoves his cock into me the next second.

“Oh my… god!” I scream. His hands push at the back of my knees, folding my legs to my chest as he starts pounding his thick cock into my still quivering pussy. The pace is punishing, and my nails dig into his forearms, holding on as he uses me as an outlet for his anger.

His eyebrows scrunch together, and his white teeth bite down on his lip. The slap of our skin echoes in the kitchen with each stroke, and I can feel the smack of his balls every time he slides his entire length deep inside me.

“Come inside me,” I beg. “Please.”

After last night, I’m feeling particularly desperate to feel the throb of his dick as he releases his cum in me. Devon’s eyes lift to mine and he sneers, slamming into me with a deep and harsh thrust.

“You want my cum?” he asks, breathless as his body starts to stiffen and I know he’s close.

---