Cami
When he finishes his food, he sets the empty plate next to me on the table. His fingers trace along my pussy for a moment, admiring his work before he leaves the kitchen without a word. I wait another minute before setting my foot down and rising on shaky legs. Grabbing his plate, I put it in the sink with the rest of the breakfast mess. I would usually clean up immediately, but I have the overwhelming urge to shower.
I’ve wanted Devon for as long as I can remember and having sex with him was as extraordinary as I imagined it would be, but a tight ball of unfamiliar emotion lingers in my stomach. Untying my apron, I lay it on the counter and slowly go upstairs to my bathroom. Devon’s door is shut as I pass it, and I’m sure I won’t see him for the rest of the day or till he wants to be seen.
Warming the shower, I peel off my dress and climb into the steaming water. A sigh escapes me as it cascades over my body, relaxing my tense shoulders. My pussy is sore from the pounding it took from Devon’s huge cock. I love Mike, but he isn’t packing in length or girth. It doesn’t bother me because most of the time he only wants to eat me out and then jack off over me. We have only recently started to be more intimate with penetration and only with the intention to have a baby. I had hoped to have at least one kid before Devon got out. I wasn’t sure if he wanted kids, but I do, and I knew I would eventually leave Mike for him.
I pause finger combing my hair when I realize Devon hadn’t even asked if I was on birth control, but he had been obsessed with keeping his cum inside me the entire time. My mouth dries with hope as I try to process if that means he does want kids.
The bathroom door swings open, slamming against the wall, and I shriek. Devon leans across the frame, crossing his arms as he stares at me.
“What are you doing?” I ask him hesitantly.
His eyes narrow, sliding down my wet body. “What are you doing? You better not be washing out my cum.”
I shake my head. “I’m not. But…”
He steps closer, his attention on the dark brown tips of my breasts. His tongue runs along his bottom lip, and I clench my thighs together. Then his glare flicks up to meet my gaze. “But what?”
“I could get pregnant,” I say.
Devon’s lips curl in a sinister smile. “Should that scare me?”
My breath hitches. “We’ve just never discussed.”
His eyes darken. “We never discussed you getting married, but you did that without asking.”
I swallow down the rising shame. “Mike. He’s a good man. He’s taken care of me.”
Devon lets out a sound that is eerily similar to a growl, then he turns and storms further into my bedroom. When I hear a series of loud bangs, I scramble to turn off the water, wrap a towel around myself, and follow him. Drops of water trail behind me as my wet hair hangs in clumpy strands down my back.
He’s in my closet ripping clothes off their hangers and tossing them to the floor where there are shoes already spewed about.
“What are you doing?” I cry out, clutching the knot of the towel pressed against my breasts.
“Fancy clothes, expensive shoes, and purses. This why you married him, huh? All this bullshit!” Devon yells, yanking more off the shelves and tossing them to the floor.
“Stop it!” I scream at him. I don’t care about any of it honestly, but they are still my things. Things that my husband has bought me over the past couple of years of being together, things I’ve gotten for myself.
“If I knew you were such a gold-digger, I wouldn’t have bothered waiting for you.” He sneers, his chest rising and falling in quick angry pants.
My eyes water. “I’m not.”
Devon waves a tattooed hand around the closet. “Aren’t you?”
I shake my head. “I bought a lot of it myself. I only quit my job recently when… when we—”
He stares impassively at me. “When what?”
“When we decided to start trying for a baby.”
His eyes squeeze shut, and he rubs at the center of his chest. My heart aches to see the pain on his face, and I want to soothe it, but I remain frozen in place. When he finally opens his eyes and flicks his jade-green gaze at me, the utter devastation in them has my breath catching. “I only ever wanted you.”
“Devon…” I try to step towards him, but he moves away from me.
I swallow, taking in the closet's destruction. Licking my lips, I straighten my shoulders and glare at him. “I did everything for you.”
He blinks, his eyes widening a smidge as his mouth opens.
Stepping closer, I poke a finger into his chest. “You left me. And I had no idea when you would come back. I had no one. Our parents just up and left the country after your trial, leaving me in a big house with a single nanny. The guilt of what happened left me crippled, Devon. I barely graduated high school and only attended college to get access to my trust. So I’m sorry if I found a man who made my life a little easier, who made my dark days a little brighter while I was stuck in an endless cycle of waiting for you.”
His hand shoots out and wraps around my throat, spinning us so my back is flush with the wall while he presses against my chest. “He took what was mine ,” Devon seethes into my face. “Your first time, your first kiss at the altar, your last name, and he almost filled your belly with his kids.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I whisper, circling his wrist with my hand. “It’s always been you.”
His fingers trail up my thigh, pushing the towel up as he caresses my center between my legs. “Did you think I would still want you? With your used pussy stretched from another man’s cock and kids.”
I ignore the pang that ticks in my chest, focusing on the blatant desire burning in his stare. “Yes, because they would be half of me.”
A slight shudder runs through his body and his fingers flex around my throat. “Is there a chance you could be pregnant now?”
“No,” I say, pondering if I should tell him the truth before I decide he deserves it. “Mike’s infertile. We got the results a week before your call.”
Devon’s forehead drops to rest against mine, his breath fanning across my face. “Fuck, that probably just saved his life.”
My nails dig into his arm. “Don’t kill him, Devon. He’s—I don’t love him like I do you.”
He jerks back, his narrowed eyes glaring. “But you love him?”
“He’s all I had for years,” I admit hesitantly.
Devon’s nostrils flare. “You’ve always had me.”
“You weren’t here,” I say so low, I’m not sure he heard me. He lets go, stepping away and looking around the mess he made.
I clutch my towel tighter. “Leave it. I’ll clean it up.”
He runs a hand down his face. “I’m gonna go for a run.”
Devon doesn’t wait for a response before charging out of my room and down the hallway. Swallowing down the bitter hollowness building in my throat, I quickly change into some leggings and a shirt before starting the task of reorganizing my closet.