Page 18 of Devious Whims

Cami’s hooded eyes lift to mine up, her nails pinching at my skin. “I want—I’m going to…”

Her pussy tightens its hold on me, and I groan. I pull her down till her ass is flush with my pelvis.

“You want my cum, huh? You want me to fill your cunt with my seed. Put my baby in you,” I grit out, thrusting harder.

She cries out, and the pulsing of her snug walls around my cock makes my breath catch as she rides out her orgasm. I struggle to not follow her over the edge as I hold on to her hips hard enough there’s no way she won’t bruise.

When her eyes flutter open, I flip her onto her back and pull her thigh over my hip as I start to pound into her. Her mouth parts, body trembles, and breasts bounce with each thrust.

My hand falls to her lower stomach, pressing down on it as I fuck her. “I’m going to fill your womb, Cami. I’m going to make you mine. This belly is going to swell with my kid, and my kid only.”

I bury myself till my balls press hard into her ass, and then I unleash wave after wave of my cum. There’s so much of it that it starts to leak out around us, but my cock doesn’t stop, throbbing with each spurt that spills inside her. I collapse over her, barely catching my weight and falling over to my side.

My chest is heaving, my heart beating wildly as I take in large gasps of air. I’ve never come so hard in my life. We lie there for a moment, our soft pants the only noise in the room as the chilling night starts to seep over our slick bodies. Cami shivers next to me and grabs for the sheet, pulling it over us as she moves closer to me.

Her head rests on my arm, and her face is buried in my ribs. I stare up at the ceiling, stiff and uncomfortable as I try not to move. Her breathing shallows and I know she’s falling asleep. I only fucked two other women before I got incarcerated, and both times I didn’t mind when they stayed over. But now, Cami’s presence next to me is hard to adjust to.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that before I finally relax enough to fall asleep with her. It only feels like a few minutes since I closed my eyes when I’m jostled awake.

A body shifts next to me and I sit up quickly, disentangling myself from the limbs clinging to me. I push at the body, and a soft cry barely pierces the blood pounding in my ears as I jump off the bed. Stumbling into the dresser at my back, I grab the first thing my hands touch and brace to swing as the lights flick on.

“Devon?” Cami says quietly. She pushes off the floor slowly, palms held up in front of her naked body.

My fingers ache at how hard I have the TV remote clutched.

“Devon?” Cami calls again, her face pinched in concern.

I register that there’s no danger, but it’s hard to unlock my tense muscles from the adrenaline still pumping through me. Licking my lips, I close my eyes and try to calm my breathing.

A soft footstep snaps them open and I glare at her.

“Don’t,” I growl.

Cami swallows, dropping her hands to the side. “I wasn’t going to touch you. I was going to lay back down.”

I set the remote down and open a drawer to pull out a t-shirt, tossing it to her. “I think you should leave.”

She catches it with a frown. “What?”

Running a hand through my hair, I sigh, grab my shorts off the floor, and put them on. “I want to be alone, Cami. Just go back to your room.”

“You’re kicking me out? You fuck me and then just toss me out of your bed like some… some whore.”

My teeth grind together, and I sit on the edge of the mattress. I rest my elbows on my knees and drop my face into my hands. I don’t bother dignifying her stupid comment with a response.

She huffs, and I hear the rustling of clothing as she snatches her pajamas from the floor. “Whatever, Devon.”

I glance up as she storms to the door. “Cami, wait.”

She pauses, keeping her back to me. I’m still too jittery to stand and touch her, so I just stare, taking in her bare legs and a peek of her ass under my t-shirt. Then I see the red mark blossoming on the back of her thigh and I know that’s from when I pushed her off the bed.

“It’s not you, baby. It’s me. I’m fucked up, and I didn’t even realize it. I just—I don’t want to hurt you.”

Cami turns, her face softened and eyes somber. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, giving me a sad smile. “Don’t. I should have—I made it about me. And I’m sorry.”

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