Page 20 of Devious Whims

Her eyes widen in fear and it makes my cock harder.

Smirking, I glance over my shoulder at the open door. “Upstairs!”

She lets out a pitiful squeak and increases her efforts to get out from under me. I pin my hips tighter against her, keeping Cami in place with no room to wiggle free. Mike’s heavy footsteps up the stairs pound in time with my beating heart, my breaths coming faster as he draws near. She lets out a guttural sob, her body shaking as the scuffle of Mike’s shoes stops at the entryway.

My gaze meets his as I turn my head to study him. His eyebrows pinch as he takes in our position, and I see his pulse pick up at the hollow of his throat.

“What’s going on?” he says hesitantly.

I wiggle my fingers inside Cami’s pussy, and she lets out a muffled moan as her face presses into the mattress.

“Take a seat, Mike,” I say, nodding to the chair facing toward the bed.

He pulls at the collar of his shirt, fidgeting as he glances between Cami and me. “Just tell—”

“Take a fucking seat and I’ll show you what’s fucking going on,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him with a look that dares him to continue not to listen.

Mike swallows and walks to the chair at a brisk pace, his eyes never straying from Cami’s form on the bed. He lowers himself into the seat, his fingers clawing into the sides. I slide my hand from her neck to the back of her head, curling into her hair and pulling her face up. Leaning forward, I whisper into her ear while staring at Mike.

“Tell your husband what’s going on.”

Tears streak down her face and her lips tremble as she blinks, trying to focus on the man before her. “D-devon… he’s—oh god.”

I pump my fingers once, pulling out to pinch her clit. Licking the shell of her ear, I press my nose into her temple as her husband watches with an open mouth. That’s when I notice something that paints a wicked smirk on my face.

“Look at him, darling. Look at how hard he is watching another man finger his wife.” Cami’s eyes drop to Mike’s lap at the same time the man blushes, covering his bulge with his hands.

“Cami, that’s—”

I kneel back, pulling her by her hair with me as she lets out a little shriek and her hands fly to claw at my wrist. Letting go, I reach around and grip the front of her dress, ripping it in half to her navel. Her perky tits are bared to the room as I shove the tattered top off her shoulders, letting it hang at her waist. I knead her breasts, pinching her pointy nipples, and kiss her neck.

“You seem like the type, Mike. The type to get off at watching a real man take your wife in a way you never could,” I taunt him, collaring her throat with my hand and leaning her head against my shoulder.

Cami lets out a moan as I nip at her ear before skimming my fingers down her taut belly and back into her gushing pussy. Mike swallows, his attention on the movement of the fabric covering my pumping hand. I toss Cami away from me, flipping her onto her back and ripping the rest of the dress off her. Pushing her legs open, her puffy, pink pussy blooms before me, and I groan at the sight.

“You see how wet she is. She’s fucking desperate for my cock, desperate to be stretched by it, desperate to be filled with my cum and bred like the good little wife she is.”

Cami arches her back with a small cry when I smack her pussy with a quick tap. Mike lets out a sharp gasp, and I glance at him.

“Tell her. Tell her you want to watch me fuck her,” I command him, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling out my hard cock.

“Mike?” Cami asks, her tiny voice shaking with uncertainty.

Running my ruddy tip along her wet folds, I watch Mike’s flushed face as his chest heaves. His intent stare follows the slow strokes of my cock, dragging up and down her slit. I push at her entrance, barely fitting the tip inside her before pulling out. Repeating the motions a few times, Cami’s fingers claw at the sheets.

“Look at her, Mike. She’s wanton, a needy bitch that’s begging to be fucked,” I say with a grunt as I push into her another inch. It’s torture for both of us. My cock throbs, desperate to be buried inside her tight heat.

Mike swallows, and he leans forward running his hands through his hair. He looks at Cami with a longing I understand. Then his gaze locks with mine. “Okay.”

I thrust forward, sliding deep into her pussy as Cami cries out. Gripping onto her hip, I pull her closer and slip in and out of her a few times till I’m buried to the hilt. I lick my lips, my heart pounding in my chest, and try to catch my breath as I stare down at Cami.

Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are pink with arousal. Her breasts quiver as her chest rises and falls with quick pants. Mike settles back into the chair with his legs spread wide, using his palm to knead his erection.

I pull out till my tip nearly slips out before slamming back into her. Her hands fly up and she digs her nails into my forearms as she lets out a cry.

“You like that, baby? Tell your husband that you prefer my huge cock over his.”

Cami’s head lulls to the side, her attention falling to Mike as I give her another rough thrust, and her eyes roll back for a second.

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