Page 6 of Devious Whims

“Where’s your husband?”

Cami shifts, turning so my hands fall over her waist as she adds the pancake to a plate full of them. She shuts off the stove and moves to the corner of the counter, putting a few feet between us. “He went to work.”

I smirk, rubbing my fingertips over my bottom lip as I take her in. The pale blue apron is snug around her breasts, pulling in at her waist, and has the word Wifey scribbled across the chest. “And left you alone with me? What a stupid motherfucker.”

She exhales a shaky breath. “Are you hungry? I made your favorite, cinnamon pancakes.”

“I’m famished.”

The thick black eyelashes flutter as her hazel eyes latch onto mine. Her fist clenches around the spatula and her breathing picks up. “If you sit down, I’ll bring you a plate. Do you want coffee or orange juice?”

I can see the tremors of her hand as she stands there and I decide to give her some room to get used to me. Heading to the table, I drag the chair to face where she’s cooking and sit. “OJ is fine.”

By the time she brings over a plate of pancakes and a glass of juice, she’s more composed, setting them down in front of me with steady hands. When she moves to step away, I catch her wrist, discarding my previous delusion that I can wait any longer. I stand and trail my fingers up her arm to the thin sleeves of her dress by the straps of the apron. “I thought my first night out of prison, I would have you lying in bed next to me.”

Cami inhales sharply. “I couldn’t. Mike—”

“Don’t say his name in front of me,” I grit out, snaking my hand around the back of her neck and facing her toward me. “Did you fuck him while I slept down the hall?”

“No!” she cries out, staring up at me with wide, hurt eyes. I don’t care if that upset her. The fact that she has a husband upsets me far more. My attention falls on her rosy, pouty lips, and my mouth waters to taste her.

I kiss her rough and deep as I hold her to me. Cami gasps against my mouth before her hands twist in my shirt, and she kisses me back. Her tongue presses against my lips, as desperate for a taste as I am.

Warmth spirals inside me, an overwhelming urge to possess her completely and make her mine. I trail my hand to her ass, squeezing it and pulling her closer. My hard erection digs into her stomach as our lips move against one another.

Pulling away, I pick her up and set her on the table. Her eyes fogged with arousal, she watches as I pull her legs apart and kneel between them.

I push her dress up and my heart thunders at the sight of a dark patch on her white cotton underwear.

“Always so wet for me,” I mutter, caressing her thigh as I reach her panties. Cami leans back on her elbows, watching me with a heaving chest.

Tugging them to the side, I nearly collapse at the sight of her pink pussy. A small patch of curls over it has my cock throbbing to be released. I lean forward, pressing my nose into her exposed center, and inhale her scent.

“Devon,” Cami breathes out. I feel the tightening of her pussy against my lips as I drag my face up her wet slit. Saliva gathers in my mouth, my tongue heavy at the thought of finally tasting her.

“Please,” she whimpers.

I spread her puffy lips with my thumb, giving myself a peek at the hot, glistening hole hidden behind them. Pressing my mouth to her pussy, I flatten my tongue and lick up to her swollen clit and groan at the nectar I drink in. It’s an ambrosia fit for the gods, but she has a titan between her knees. And she’s going to worship only one cock once I’m done with her, mine.

Keeping a hand pressed on her lower stomach, I devour her pussy, drowning in her juices as if I’ll die from dehydration without them. Cami’s head flies back, thudding against the table as she tries to rock her cunt against my face. I press my thumb into her clit, rubbing in small circles as I impale her with my tongue over and over.

I moan into her delicate flesh, pulling away as I lick my lips. Before prison, I never gave much thought to eating pussy, but this could easily become my favorite meal.

Pushing a couple of fingers in and out of her, Cami groans as I lap at her clit. Her tight heat clamps down on my hand as her legs shake. I suck the swollen bud I’ve been flicking with my tongue into my mouth and she combusts.

She cries out, her whole body trembling as her pussy flutters around my fingers. I glance up at her, watching her breasts stretch against the dress as they bounce with her orgasm. The tiny pebbled nipples barely poke through the thin material and I regret not stripping her entirely before starting this. But now it’s too late and I’m too desperate to come inside her.

I grab her hips and pull her off the table. Flipping her, I bend her back over it with her stomach pressed at the edge. I push my sweats down, palming my cock and stroking it once before I step up behind her.

She gasps as I line up at her wet entrance, the tip of my dick slipping between her drenched folds.

“Devon…” Cami moans, pushing her ass into me. My heart pounds in my chest. I’ve been dreaming about slipping into her pussy for a decade, and it hardly feels real. My mouth dries as I grab my hard shaft and line it up again, then push in.

“Fuck,” I cuss, overwhelmed by the tight heat immediately encasing my tip. I have to push a little harder before I pop through the small resistance of her tight pussy struggling to accommodate my size and slide a few more inches in.

“Oh god, yes,” she groans. Her head drops forward as she clenches around me.

I thrust forward, burying myself the rest of the way, and exhale loudly as I stare up at the ceiling. My fingers dig into her sides, wishing I could feel her bare skin, but I only have her dress lifted enough to fuck her. I throb, already having to fight the need to come.

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