Page 13 of Devious Whims

“I need it,” I plead.

His eyes shutter closed, and he buries himself to the hilt, spilling inside me. The warmth of his cum filling me has my pussy clenching to drag it deeper. He rocks his hips a few more times till his cock starts to soften and he pulls out. With a small tug, he sets my panties back in place.

“They stay on,” he says with a steely expression. “You’re going to wear my cum for the rest of the day, during dinner, and perhaps even go to your husband’s bed with your cum-soaked panties. He would have to be an idiot not to smell me on you.”

My eyes widen. I fix my bra and shrug off the tattered remains of my dress, rubbing at my arms. “Devon—”

“Get dressed, Cami. Then tell me where you want your table and chairs.”

Cami

Sucking the sauce off my finger, I grin. I’ve perfected my spaghetti as if I am trying to earn a Michelin star. Something eased in my chest this morning when I woke up and Mike confirmed we would still do our Friday traditions. I want to share that part of my life with Devon to show him what a normal day could be like inside a real home, not the empty one our parents purchased.

“Smells good.”

I look at Devon, my heart picking up whenever I see him. Even after days of him living with us and following me around, I’m not used to his presence.

“I’m confident enough to say it will be the best thing you’ve ever tasted,” I tease him.

He scoffs, a smile forming on his lips as he walks over to the stove and glances into the pot. “Spaghetti? Really?”

I nod, knocking him out of the way with my hip to grab some plates. “Yes, really. I promise it’s the best thing. Go set the table and get out of my kitchen, you heathen.”

“Just us?” he asks as he opens the drawers till he finds the silverware.

My stomach twists a bit. “No, Mike is on his way home. He should almost be here.”

Devon looks up and sneers. “What a perfect little wife having dinner ready for him as soon as he walks in the door.”

I turn away from him, swallowing the ache in my throat as I grab the pot to drain the noodles. Devon moves without another word, setting three places on our table. I plate the pasta, not daring to acknowledge the tension building in the room. It’s obvious that he’s jealous, unable to control how he feels when he lashes out. But what he doesn’t realize is that I want to do the same with him.

“How many slices of garlic bread do you want?” I ask, peeking over my shoulder.

Devon is watching me from the chair he’s claimed since the morning he bent me over the table. “Two.”

I smile, bringing him the mound of spaghetti and bread. Then I make mine and Mike’s plates before setting them on the table and settling into the chair next to him. I glance up at the clock on the wall. Mike shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.

“Dig in, but if you hate it. You have to lie to me.”

Devon leans forward, his eyebrows raised. “You have no idea the kind of food I’ve consumed in the past decade. There won’t be any reason to lie.”

Blushing, I turn to my food and take a bite as I wait for him excitedly to try.

“You don’t want to wait for Mike?” Devon asks.

“He won’t mind if we start. He’s more excited for the board game,” I laugh.

Devon’s eyes narrow. “Board game?”

“Yeah,” I say hesitantly, unsure why he’s upset. “Every Friday we have spaghetti and play a board game. Last week it was Scrabble, but this week is my turn so I was thinking we could play Monopoly.”

“So I’m like, what? Third-wheeling your date?” he grits out.

I set my fork down, staring at him with a frown. “I’m trying to include you in my life.”

Devon’s jaw tics. “I don’t want to be in your perfect little life with your perfect husband. I want to take you away from this bland fucking house, and your stupid fucking aprons, and create a new place that only has memories of the two of us.”

My throat burns as my nose tingles from holding back tears. “I’m not a sixteen-year-old girl pining after you anymore. You were a fantasy that I never thought would be more, and now you’re here. And I’m scared, Devon. My life… my stupid, boring perfect life is everything I ever wanted with you. But you weren’t here, and it’s all my fault.”

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