My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 147: All I Want Is You (5)

The overwhelming sensation rendered Cammy completely helpless—all she could do was moan.

Her body trembled beneath Greg’s touch, bound and restrained, laid out like a perfect offering. The velvety ropes kept her arms and legs in place, leaving her unable to escape the relentless pleasure he was forcing upon her.

And he knew it.

Greg tormented her oh so well, dragging out her need until she swore she was dripping onto the sheets.

The wand never wavered, pulsing and massaging her swollen clit with unrelenting precision, sending fiery waves of pleasure coursing through her. fгeewebnovёl.com

But he wasn’t satisfied with just that.

His free hand wandered—trailing down her quivering thighs, brushing over the sensitive skin of her legs before moving up.

Higher.

Pinching.

A sharp gasp escaped her as he took one hardened peak between his fingers, rolling and twisting, adding the sweet bite of pain to the overwhelming pleasure already consuming her.

And just when she thought she couldn’t take any more—

Greg pressed the wand harder.

"I don’t even need to put my fingers in to check how wet you are," he murmured, his voice thick with sinful satisfaction. His eyes devoured her, locked onto the glistening evidence of her arousal. "I can see you soaking from here."

Cammy writhed beneath him, toes curling, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps.

"Greg, ahh... I-It’s too much..." she pleaded, her voice breathy and weak.

She felt like she was drowning, like her body was ready to snap.

And then—finally—relief.

She felt the sharp snip of the rope as Greg cut her legs free.

But he didn’t stop.

Even as her legs fell open, the wand stayed fixed in place, unrelenting in its torment.

Greg shifted, grabbing her left leg, lifting it effortlessly as he positioned himself between her trembling thighs.

And only then—only after he had her exactly where he wanted her—did he finally turn off the wand, placing it beside her.

But Cammy barely had time to catch her breath before he moved again.

His hands gripped her calves, lifting both legs as he spread them wide.

A shiver ran through her as she felt him—**hot, hard, throbbing—**dragging against her slick entrance, teasing her with the inevitable.

Then, with one slow, agonizing push—

He claimed her.

Greg watched her unravel beneath him, his gaze locked onto the way her body surrendered to him.

With deliberate, aching slowness, he sank into her—pushing deeper, deeper, claiming every inch—until he was fully seated within her tight, dripping heat.

So wet. So ready.

There was no need to pull back, no need to tease—just one slow, unrelenting thrust until he reached the very depths of her.

"Fuck." His voice was thick, raw, filled with primal satisfaction. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as he let himself feel it—the way her body clung to him, slick and hot, pulling him in.

"Such a slick, wet pussy..." he murmured, watching her come undone beneath him.

Cammy’s head fell back, her eyes rolling in pure bliss as her walls clenched greedily around him.

"Ahh! You’re so deep... oh God... so deep in me..." she gasped, every nerve in her body alight with unbearable pleasure.

But Greg didn’t move.

Instead, he stayed buried inside her, filling her to the hilt, keeping her right on the edge—not giving her what she so desperately needed.

Then, with a wicked smirk, he reached for the wand.

The second it came alive and pressed against her swollen, oversensitive clit—

"OH FUCK! AHHH!"

Cammy’s entire body jerked, her wrists pulling against the restraints as the vibration shattered her control.

And just when she thought the sensation couldn’t get any more intense—

Greg moved.

Just the smallest, slowest roll of his hips, barely pulling out before sinking back in with excruciating precision.

The combination of his slow, tormenting thrusts and the relentless pulse of the wand sent her mind spiraling.

Greg drank in the sight of her—the way her body trembled, the way she gasped, the way she completely lost herself to him.

He leaned in, voice dark and teasing, his breath hot against her ear.

"You like it, babe?"

Cammy couldn’t answer—not properly.

The pressure inside her was building too fast, too hard, too much. It was like nothing she had ever felt before—a storm raging inside her, threatening to consume her whole.

"G-Greg... F-Fuck... Ahh... ahh...!"

The words tumbled from her lips, a broken, desperate plea—but even she didn’t know what she was begging for anymore.

Greg let out a low, dark chuckle.

He knew.

He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

His pace remained torturously slow, letting her drown in it, letting her crumble beneath him.

"You want to say something?" he murmured, amusement lacing his voice.

But he already knew the truth—

She couldn’t.

She was far too gone.

"Ahh! I’m... Gods... Ahh! Greggg... I’m fucking near..." Cammy gasped, her voice trembling, her body tightening like a bowstring drawn to its limit.

Greg smirked. But he didn’t give in.

His pace remained slow, calculated—a cruel, steady push and pull—just enough to keep her teetering on the brink but never letting her tip over.

"Ahh! I’m... Gods... Ahh! Greggg... I’m fucking near..." Cammy gasped, her voice trembling, her body tightening like a bowstring drawn to its limit.

Greg smirked. But he didn’t give in.

His pace remained slow, deliberate—a cruel, steady push and pull—just enough to keep her teetering on the brink but never letting her tip over.

Meanwhile, the wand never faltered, its relentless vibrations circling her swollen, over-sensitive clit, coaxing her body higher, higher—until she shattered.

He felt it before he even heard her scream.

Her walls clenched hard, gripping him like a vice, pulling him deeper, sucking him in.

Then—release.

Cammy’s body convulsed violently, her core pulsing in a frantic, steady rhythm, each wave of pleasure crashing through her like an unstoppable storm.

Her sanity dissolved into pure, blinding ecstasy as the world around her blurred, faded—leaving only the pleasure.

She came hard.

Her legs trembled, her hips jerking involuntarily as she surrendered completely to him, to the pleasure, to the overwhelming euphoria that swallowed her whole.

And still—he didn’t stop.

Greg groaned as her spasming walls milked him mercilessly, her body tightening around him like she never wanted to let go.

His restraint snapped.

With a growl, he tore the wand away, tossing it aside, and gripped her hips tight.

Then, he fucked her in earnest.

Harder. Faster. Deeper.

Each thrust sent her into another mind-numbing aftershock, her overstimulated body shaking beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Greg clenched his jaw, his breath ragged, trying to hold on just a little longer—but she was too much.

The way she gripped him. The way she squeezed and pulsed and begged for more even without words.

He lost control.

His rhythm stuttered, his muscles tensed, and with one final, brutal thrust—he came.

A guttural moan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside her, his release hot, endless, consuming.

His body trembled as the last waves of pleasure wracked through him, as he emptied himself completely.

And when it was over—when there was nothing left to give—he collapsed against her, breathless, utterly spent.

Their bodies heaved in unison, chests rising and falling, skin still slick with the aftermath of their shared ecstasy.

Greg reached for the scissors, the cool metal glinting in the dim light as he freed her wrists from the soft restraints. The moment she was released, he gathered her against him, pulling her into the warmth of his body, making her rest her head on his arm like it was made just for her.

He brushed back the damp strands of hair clinging to her flushed face, his touch slow, reverent.

"You okay?" His voice was softer now, a stark contrast to the wicked dominance he had wielded just moments ago.

Cammy let out a breathless chuckle, her limbs still trembling. "Not sure... That was intense."

Greg smirked, amusement glinting in his dark eyes. "I agree. But did you like it? I didn’t freak you out, did I?" There was an edge of concern in his voice, masked beneath his usual teasing.

She turned her face toward him, her lips grazing his bare shoulder as she chuckled. "No, you didn’t freak me out... It felt so good I don’t even have words for it. I’ve never experienced anything like that before."

Greg’s smirk deepened, his chest swelling at her confession. Another first—his.

"Damn, I should’ve brought the rest of the toys home. Would’ve been fun to test them out on you." His voice was filled with wicked delight.

Cammy’s eyes widened as she propped herself up slightly, still weak from pleasure but suddenly alert. "Wait... What?! You have more of those?"

His smirk turned downright sinful. "Oh, sweetheart... In different designs and forms. You’ll see soon enough."

A shiver ran down her spine—not from fear, but from anticipation.

Greg pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Rest now. We’ve got a big day tomorrow."

But how could she possibly rest when her mind was already spinning, wondering what he had in store for her next...