My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 136: Cammy’s Dangerous Plan (5)
Chapter 136: Cammy’s Dangerous Plan (5)
She clenched around him, her walls gripping his cock so tightly she could feel every ridge, every pulse, every inch of him inside her.
Greg moaned, his breath hot against her ear as he rolled his hips in slow, deliberate circles, dragging his veins against her most sensitive spots, making her entire body tremble beneath him.
"Now... release," he ordered, his voice thick with control.
Cammy exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. But before she could fully recover, his voice came again, low and commanding—"Squeeze me again."
Her muscles tightened instantly, obeying him without hesitation. But this time, instead of grinding against her, Greg withdrew torturously slow, pulling out until only the thick head of his cock remained inside her.
Her head snapped back, her mouth falling open as a sharp cry escaped. "Fuck! Ahh!"
The pleasure was excruciating, an intoxicating torment. Before she could even comprehend the sensation, Greg slammed back into her, burying himself to the hilt just as she began to loosen her grip.
"OH MY GOD! AHH!" Cammy screamed, her entire body going rigid. The overwhelming pleasure sent a shockwave through her, making her limbs weak and her mind hazy. It was as if the entire world around her had blurred, leaving only Greg—only the unbearable ecstasy he was forcing upon her.
"Squeeze, Babe," he murmured, his voice dark and knowing. "Squeeze me tight."
Her mind was spinning, but she obeyed, clenching down on him once more.
This time, Greg didn’t pull out all the way. Instead, he withdrew just halfway, teasing her, making her crave more before surging forward again. The slow, punishing rhythm had her gasping, writhing beneath him, trapped between torment and pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he set a pace meant to drive her insane. "Don’t let go. Hold onto me, love. Let me take you there again."
"Oh God, Greg... Ahh... I—I’m gonna faint!" Cammy sobbed, her voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her. It was too much, too intense—her entire world had shrunk to the point where their bodies connected, where he filled her so perfectly it felt like she might lose herself completely.
"Squeeze again. Now," Greg ordered, his voice rough, almost desperate.
Her body obeyed before her mind could think. Her walls clamping down around him as he pulled halfway out, teasing her, only to slam back in deep.
A strangled cry tore from her throat. "Ahh... Ohh... Ahh!" Words failed her, lost in the feverish haze of pleasure. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her back arched off the bed.
All she could do was surrender as Greg kept her on the edge, his cock buried inside her while his hips made sharp, precise movements, hitting her in ways that made her entire body quiver.
’Fuck! So fucking good!’ The thought screamed in her mind, but the only sound she could manage was a breathless moan.
Her body tightened, the pressure inside her rising so quickly she felt dizzy. "Ahh! C-Cum...ing..." she stammered, barely able to get the words out as her release coiled inside her, demanding to break free.
Greg felt it—felt her body surrendering, unraveling under him. With a deep growl, he drove into her harder, deeper, faster. The bed rocked beneath them, her body bouncing helplessly with each powerful thrust.
Her legs fell completely open, no longer able to move, no longer able to resist. She was his—fully, utterly, completely his in that moment. And Greg knew it.
He gripped her hips harder, pulling her against him as he pushed her past the point of no return. "That’s it, love," he murmured darkly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Give it to me. Let go."
But Greg wasn’t finished. Not yet. Not when he could still feel her trembling, still desperate, still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure. His fingers found her swollen clit, circling it with merciless precision just as her walls began to convulse around him.
Cammy shattered. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her body locked up, her muscles clamping down on him so tightly it was almost unbearable.
Her legs jerked uncontrollably, her entire being untangling under his touch. It was pure, unfiltered ecstasy—so intense that for a fleeting moment, she felt as if she had left her own body.
Greg felt her pulse around him, a steady, desperate rhythm that sent his own control crumbling. He pulled out just enough to let the flood escape, her release spilling onto the sheets, soaking them further—a visual, undeniable proof of what he had done to her.
And then it was his turn.
With a growl, he gripped her hips and slammed into her, hard, fast, unrelenting. His thrusts were deep and punishing, fueled by a hunger that had reached its peak. He drove himself to the edge, chasing that high, until the moment finally came—his body tensed, his head dropped back, and he let go.
A violent shudder ran through him as he buried himself to the hilt, releasing everything inside her in thick, pulsing waves. He groaned, his chest heaving, his heart pounding against his ribs. And even as he collapsed onto her slick body, catching his breath, his gaze found the CCTV.
His smirk returned. Dark. Triumphant.
He knew Duncan was watching. Knew he had seen every second of it.
Greg’s voice was a lazy drawl, dripping with satisfaction as he finally spoke. "We should go." He kept his eyes locked on the camera, as if speaking directly to the man behind it. Taunting him. Mocking him.
He kissed Cammy’s temple, then uttered for Duncan to hear, "Let’s go, love... so we can continue this at home."
His smirk deepened. He didn’t mean it. Not really, after seeing Cammy was already so spent.
But Duncan didn’t need to know that.
Let him seethe. Let him burn.
Let him drown in the knowledge that Greg had taken everything—his power, his pride, his wife.