My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 190: Cross Estate (3)

Cammy’s lips curled into a playful smirk as she trailed her finger down Greg’s chest, tracing a slow path from his collarbone to the waistband of his pants.

She hooked her finger into the fabric and gave a teasing tug, pulling him closer with a bold flick of her wrist.

"Do we have time for this?" she murmured, sounding mischievous.

Greg’s lips twitched as he met her gaze. "Even if we don’t, I’ll make time for it." His voice was thick, dark, filled with a promise that made Cammy’s breath hitch.

His hands skimmed up her thighs, fingers grazing the soft skin beneath her skirt. Cammy’s breath grew shallow, her body humming with anticipation as Greg leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands tightened around his shoulders as she tipped her head back slightly, exposing her neck. Greg took the invitation, trailing slow, lingering kisses along her throat, savoring every inch of her skin. Cammy sighed against him, her pulse racing, her body melting into his touch.

Greg pulled her closer, positioning himself between her legs, the heat between them growing unbearable. His grip was firm yet reverent, his touch both teasing and possessive.

Cammy arched into him, tilting her head just enough for their lips to graze, a whisper of a kiss that sent sparks through both of them.

You like teasing, don’t you?" Greg murmured against her lips.

Cammy let out a breathless chuckle. "Maybe."

Greg smirked before capturing her lips fully, deepening the kiss as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Time blurred, the world outside the cabin forgotten. All that remained was the heat between them, the unspoken desires finally breaking free.

With a sharp tug, he peeled her underwear down, and Cammy instinctively pushed against the table, lifting her hips in offering, making it easier for him to strip her bare.

A wicked glint flashed in her eyes as she raised one leg, draping it over his shoulder, spreading herself open without a hint of hesitation—an unspoken dare.

Greg’s gaze darkened, his lips curling into a sinful smirk as his thumb grazed the needy, swollen bud at the center of her heat. He didn’t rush. Instead, he traced slow, deliberate circles, his touch featherlight, maddening.

His other hand roamed up her leg, fingertips barely brushing her skin, until he pressed soft, lingering kisses along her inner thigh—before he lifted her leg off his shoulder, setting it down with purpose.

Pulling a chair closer, he sat between her open legs, his face level with the feast before him. He exhaled, savoring the view, before murmuring, "I think I’ll enjoy this meal far more than the roasted duck waiting for us."

A husky laugh escaped Cammy’s lips, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. "Then what are you waiting for?" she teased, her voice sultry, inviting. "Eat."

His smirk deepened, a final promise flickering in his eyes before he leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.

Cammy’s gasp filled the air the moment his tongue met her clit—velvet heat against aching need. He licked her slowly, savoring every inch, dragging his tongue from the very bottom of her slick folds to the top before swirling it in lazy, deliberate circles.

Again and again, he alternated his rhythm, keeping her on edge, teasing, tormenting, making her body beg for more.

And then, just when she thought she might shatter—he gave her exactly what she craved.

Greg unbuckled his belt with a sharp clink, his hands working with fevered urgency as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick, rigid—an untamed beast finally unleashed from its cruel confinement.

He wrapped his fingers around the length of it, stroking himself slowly, deliberately, watching Cammy through hooded eyes as he grew impossibly harder. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her. Now.

"Ahh... baby..." Cammy’s voice was breathless, drenched in lust. Her legs quivered in anticipation. "I want more of you... I want your cock inside me... fuck me..."

Her shameless plea sent fire rushing through Greg’s veins.

"Damn," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, trying to steady himself—but failing. "I love hearing you talk dirty."

And then, as if possessed by raw hunger, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in—just the tip, just enough to make her feel him—before pulling back, leaving her on the edge, wanting, needing.

"Babe... put it all in..." Cammy’s frustration dripped from her voice, her body arching toward him.

But Greg only smirked, teasing her again, barely entering before withdrawing once more.

She whimpered. "Don’t tease me... I want you in me."

His dark eyes burned into hers. "Beg for it."

Her pride crumbled under the weight of her desire. "Put your cock in me, baby. Please... fuck me... fuck me hard."

Greg’s breath hitched. "Good girl."

With one slow, merciless thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her, filling her, making her cry out in pleasure.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he ground his hips against hers, rolling, pressing, pushing deeper still.

"Oh my God! You’re so deep... Ahh..." Cammy’s head fell back, eyes rolling, lost in the overwhelming sensation of him inside her.

Greg leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Does it feel good?" His voice was a dark caress, teasing, wicked.

"Yes... yes... so good... more... please..." she moaned, her nails digging into his back.

His smirk widened. "As you please."

He began to move, slow and steady at first, letting her feel every inch of him as he slid in and out, setting her body ablaze.

"You feel so good, babe. So fucking wet for me," Greg growled, his control unraveling.

They were lost, bodies tangled in the sweet, torturous rhythm of pleasure, lost in the heat, the hunger, the all-consuming need—

Until a sudden flash of light sliced through the darkness.

A beam, then another.

Two flashlights.

People.

Someone was coming.