Devon
Stretching, I sit up in bed, unfamiliar with the soft mattress and silky blue sheets. I blink, remembering that I’m a free man now. And I fell asleep mere feet from the woman I’m obsessed with. The morning light is bright, glaring through the slitted blinds, and I smile, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a moment.
I missed a lot of things while locked up, and I’m determined not to waste any time now that I’m out. Getting off the bed, I move to the dresser and my lips curl at the stacks of shirts and sweats inside. Her husband might have been surprised, but I knew my girl had been preparing for my release. I change and head downstairs, unused to the silence of the house.
Her humming gets louder the closer I get to the kitchen, and my heart skips a beat. I hope she’s alone in there since her husband occupied all her time last night. I couldn’t blame him because if the situation was reversed, I would have killed him the moment we picked him up.
She’s standing in front of the stove, her white dress with blue flowers scattered all over it is loose around her hips, and my mouth waters at the thought of pulling it up. The string tied around her back tells me she has an apron on over it, and suddenly I’m consumed with the idea of stripping her entirely and only leaving the apron.
I come up behind her silently, my hands sliding down her waist and wrapping around her stomach.
“Oh!” She startles, then breathes out. “.”
My nose presses against her hair, inhaling her scent and committing it to memory. My cock hardens against her ass as I take in the heavy fragrance of some kind of fruity-coconut. She squirms against my hold and leans forward to flip over a pancake in the pan.
“I’m making breakfast,” she says, but doesn’t scold me to let go of her. My hands roam over her form, familiarizing myself with the shape of her. She’s no longer a gangly sixteen-year-old, but a woman who has filled out with generous curves. I haven't allowed her to visit me the entire time, preferring to wait for the moment we could be together physically. When she told me she got married a few years ago, I was initially furious, but I knew she was still mine at the end of the day.
“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.
“,” 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.
“…” 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.
Cami turns to watch me over her shoulder, her heated eyes giving me the strength to push through. I pound into her, pushing my cock as deep as I can with each thrust. Her face winces every time I bump into her cervix, and it makes me harder. If I could impale her womb directly and flood it with my seed, I would. I’ve wanted Cami for as long as I can remember, and she’s the only one I’ve imagined as the mother of my children.
I slide my hand between us, rubbing at her clit in jerky movements between strokes. Her body tenses as it builds to another release so soon after the last one.
“, oh god!” she cries out, her head shaking back and forth. Her nails curl into the table, unable to grasp onto anything. I pick up my pace, slamming into her over and over. I know her hips will have bruises after this, but I’m past the point of caring.
“I’m gonna fill you with my cum,” I growl out, my hips snapping erratically.
With one last thrust, I sheath myself to the hilt and unload in her pussy. Wave after wave of my cum splutters inside her and coats her cervix.
Pulling out slowly I stare as her pink pussy lips stretch around my shaft before they close back in as my tip falls from her leaking hole. I tuck my softening cock in my pants and then grab her hips when she starts to move.
“No, you’re staying right there,” I tell her. I grab her knee, sliding it up onto the table as she rises onto her toes with her other foot. It spreads her open further as I watch my cum start to leak from her wet, glistening hole.
“,” she whimpers. I push her dress over her ass, squeezing her cheeks before trailing my fingers down to scoop up my seed and push it back into her. She lets out a breathy moan, and I repeat the action twice.
Adjusting the chair so it’s right behind her, I grab the pancake plate and sit. “I’m going to watch your cunt leak with my cum till I’m done eating. We can’t have you wasting a drop, can we?”
Cami’s pussy clenches in response, forcing a small glob of white to run out of her. I click my tongue, shaking my head as I wipe and press it back into her hole. Sitting back, I cut into my stack and moan at the fluffy cinnamon goodness that melts in my mouth. The taste of her cooking makes my cock twitch with the need to fuck her again.