My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 14: Is That Real?

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Cammy felt a wave of uneasiness wash over her as she found herself exposed and in such a vulnerable position, being gazed at by another man besides her husband.

Having no experience with anyone else, she was unsure how to react or what to expect. Part of her wanted to pull away, but another part urged her to surrender to the moment.

What choice did she have with her legs spread wide before him, his grip firm on her ankles? He had already seen everything—there was nothing left to hide. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Such a beautiful view," Greg murmured with admiration before leaning in to kiss her inner thigh.

Cammy felt like she might faint from the sheer suspense and anticipation. The warmth of his breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine. Even though she knew the marks from his rough kisses would still be there tomorrow, she didn’t care. If anything, she wanted more—she didn’t want him to stop.

Greg spread her legs wider as he positioned his head between them. The moment his warm, wet tongue brushed against her folds, parting her sensitive lips, her back arched in response, and her head rolled back.

The next flick of his tongue was far from gentle—he sucked her clit hard while simultaneously pinching her nipples, delivering a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through her body.

"AHH!" Cammy moaned loudly, nearly screaming as her hands gripped the sheets tightly, struggling to hold onto her sanity.

She couldn’t believe what Greg had just done. The sting from his pinch was sharp, almost making her protest, but it was strangely satisfying. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it left her craving more.

Greg didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. He continued his relentless assault, expertly alternating between licking and sucking her clit while his left hand squeezed and massaged her right breast.

His right hand traced the curves of her body before sliding down toward her dripping core, ready to claim even more of her.

"Ohh... ahh..." Cammy moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she felt his finger slide deep inside her. Her grip tightened when he began moving in and out, sending waves of pleasure through her.

’It’s never been like this with Duncan!’ she thought, unable to stop herself from comparing, silently begging for Greg not to stop.

As if reading her mind, he slipped in another finger, replacing his tongue with his thumb while his lips traveled upward to her breasts.

Her moans grew louder as his fingers teased her sensitive walls. The sound of her voice, raw with pleasure, was pure music to Greg’s ears. Though the ache in his own desire was almost unbearable, he resisted the urge to rush, determined to savor every moment.

His tongue swirled around her nipple, alternating between biting and sucking. The longer he held himself back from taking her, the harder and more strained he became, especially with the way Cammy’s hands roamed over his arms and back, heightening his arousal.

’I can’t hold out any longer!’ he thought. He kissed her deeply before abruptly pulling away. He stood in front of her, his eyes locked on hers as he reached for the waistband of his pants.

But she didn’t stay still. With newfound boldness, Cammy stood up and stepped in front of him. Her hands gently stopped his, her gaze met his as she tilted her head back and whispered, "Let me..."

Greg let his hands fall to his sides, watching intently, anticipation building as he waited to see what she would do next.

She steeled herself as she slowly lifted the waistband away from his skin. ’You’ve got this, Cammy! If he’s going to make this night unforgettable for you, you should do the same for him,’ she encouraged herself.

With her heart racing and hands trembling, Cammy carefully pulled down his pants and briefs and knelt to remove them completely. The sight that met her left her momentarily speechless. His member sprang free, bouncing slightly before standing proud and tall, just inches away from her face.

Wide-eyed and at a loss for words, she stared at the monster in shock, which only amused Greg, who let out a soft chuckle.

"Having second thoughts? You’d better run while you have the chance because once you lay a hand on it, there’s no turning back," Greg teased with a mischievous grin.

Cammy continued staring at it, speechless. When she finally found her voice, she covered her mouth with both hands and blurted out, "Is that real?" which made Greg burst into laughter.

"You’re married, yet you’re so innocent—it’s making me want to devour you even more. Of course, it’s real. Go ahead, touch it, and see for yourself," Greg dared her.

Even though she felt like an idiot for blurting that in front of Greg, she couldn’t shake her curiosity—she had to feel it for herself to believe him. With trembling hands, Cammy slowly reached out toward the imposing sight before her. ’This has to be from surgery; it’s just too much, it’s impossibly big!’

Wrapping both hands around his hardness, her eyes widened in disbelief. Her jaw dropped before she gasped and covered her mouth again. "Oh my God! It actually feels real!" she exclaimed.

’This woman is something else!’ Greg mused.

"It’ll feel even more real once it’s inside you," he said, his eyes locked on her stunned expression.

Cammy shook her head and began to step back slowly. "No, no, no... T-That would hurt. There’s no way that thing is going inside me..." she stammered, turning to search for her dress, prepared to retreat.

But before she could escape, Greg grabbed her by the waist from behind, pressing himself against her butt cheek, making her catch her breath at the unexpected sensation.

"Where are you going, gorgeous? Didn’t I warn you that once you touched it, there’s no turning back? You can’t leave until you’ve calmed its fury."

With that, Greg quickly lifted her and tossed her onto the bed.

"Kya~!" Cammy squealed as she bounced on the mattress. Before she could voice any more objections, Greg silenced her with a fierce kiss, his mouth devouring hers and not giving her a chance to breathe.

Cammy struggled to free herself from Greg’s hold, he firmly pinned her wrists above her head and used his knees to spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them.

Her wriggling caused his member to brush against her wet core repeatedly, intensifying his desire to take her immediately. However, he exercised restraint, knowing that despite it not being her first time, his size would likely cause her a bit of pain.

Instead of entering her right away, he slid his shaft along her wet entrance, coating himself with her juices to ensure a smoother entry.

Cammy felt every motion and action, continuing to squirm in an attempt to escape his grip. ’Oh God, how can I make him let go of me?’ she wondered, quickly realizing what she needed to do.

She bit his tongue, making him pull back from their intense kiss. They locked eyes, both panting heavily.

"Damn it! Stop resisting! I’m not going to let you change your mind—I am not going to stop fucking you until your brain explodes. So don’t even try to stop me!" Greg growled, clearly frustrated.

"What are you talking about? I am not resisting, it’s just that you’re not giving me a moment to catch my breath, I was suffocating—that’s why I’m struggling!" Cammy shot back.

Greg smirked at her response before letting go of her hands and placing gentle kisses along her neck and jaw. "So, you haven’t changed your mind, huh?" he murmured.