Page 21 of Devious Whims

“Tell him,” I demand, reaching up and pinching a nipple.

“I–I… oh god,” she moans as I slam my cock back into her again. Her breasts bounce with each deep stroke and her pussy clenches around me.

“Fuck,” I grunt out, dropping my hold on her leg to rest my weight on my palm by her head and pick up my pace. Cami’s legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the small dip right above my ass. I stare down at her flushed face. My cock throbs with the need to release inside her.

“Is he watching, Cami? Watching me pump you full of my cum and put my baby in you?”

She shakes under me, her pussy fluttering in tight waves as she comes. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her breath catches and her chest arches into my face. I suck a nipple into my mouth as I bury myself as deep as I can and ride out her orgasm.

When she collapses back onto the mattress, I kneel back between her legs and gently stroke the sweaty hair away from her face. “Such a good girl coming on my cock like that.”

I slide my hands under her ass, gripping the flesh of her cheeks tightly as I lift her up and start pounding into her. I slide in and out of her tight pussy, nearly grunting with every thrust. My teeth clench together as I punish her with my cock.

Cami’s hands twist in the sheets, her cries getting louder the longer I fuck her.

Movement to my left has me looking at Mike. His pants are undone, his hand moving under his briefs. I turn back to Cami and watch her swollen, dripping pussy take my cock over and over again.

“You don’t come till she comes,” I snap at him, annoyed I’m not disgusted by what he's doing.

Mike groans, his hand moving faster. “Yes…”

“You feel so fucking perfect,” I rasp. Turning back to my woman, my fingers tighten as fire licks up my spine and my balls draw up.

Mike groans, his hand moving faster. “Yes…”

“You feel so fucking perfect,” I rasp, my fingers tightening as fire licks up my spine and my balls draw up.

“Please,” she whimpers, her cunt clamping down on me.

“Goddamn, take it,” I growl, pushing till I reach the end of her and start drowning her cervix with my seed. “Take all my cum, baby.”

We ride through our release together. Her parted lips are silent as her chest arches and I rock my hips a few more times. Cami’s flushed face and heaving breasts have my cock twitching with an extra few drops at how beautiful she is. Licking my lips, I try to collect my breathing and look down where we’re still connected.

Pulling out of her, I watch my cum leak from her pussy as I’m trying to catch my breath. Cami’s breasts quiver as she pants under me. Mike shifts in his chair, drawing my attention and softening my cock further. My jaw clenches as an unfamiliar emotion builds in my stomach and I pull my sweats up, tucking my wet cock back in. I climb off the bed without another word to Cami or a glance in Mike’s direction and leave the room.

Cami

My skin feels hot, and my pussy aches from the rough pounding Devon inflicted. The cool trail of his cum leaking down into my crease adds to my rising shame.

“Cami?” Mike asks softly and I lift my eyes to his. He studies my face for a second before moving to our nightstand and grabbing the wipes we keep stashed there. He cleans the mess he made in his jeans and holds the pack out for me. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?” I retort, sitting up and grimacing when I feel the mess puddling on the sheets.

Mike pauses, the crinkling of the bag in his hands the only sound in our room. Then he glances at our closed door with a conflicted look. “I’m not sure yet.”

“That wasn’t our first time,” I admit.

His shoulders sag. “I assumed so.”

“I’m sorry.” The ache growing in my throat makes the words crack.

He crawls onto the bed, cupping my face. “No, Cami. Don’t apologize. I think… I always knew. At least in some aspects, the secret phone calls… the faraway look you sometimes got when we would have sex.”

My heat plummets into my stomach. “Mike…”

He shakes his head. “I’m not saying this to upset you. I’m just trying to get you to understand that I’m here, Cami. I’m here for the long haul.”

“Why?” I ask, desperate for his answer. I’m afraid to hope it to be true. I lift onto my knees, wrapping my fingers around his wrists. “You deserve better than me.”

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