My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 229: Just For Today (6)

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Greg slowly withdrew his fingers from her, coated in her essence, watching as Cammy trembled through the aftershocks of her climax. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, lips parted, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath.

He stayed close, his touch turning tender—devotional—as he untied her wrists and ankles one by one. With each knot undone, he pressed soft kisses to the delicate indentations the ropes had left behind.

His thumbs gently massaged the tender skin where she’d strained and pulled in the throes of ecstasy. freewebnoveℓ.com

"You’re okay?" he whispered, brushing his lips along her wrist.

Cammy nodded weakly, but her eyes—now gleaming with mischief—locked on his.

Before he could reach her final ankle, she surprised him—grabbing him with sudden strength and flipping him onto his back. Greg let out a soft grunt as he landed on the bed, the move catching him completely off guard.

Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she crawled over him, straddling his thighs. A devilish smirk played across her lips, and the air between them turned electric.

"It’s my turn to punish you, my love," she purred, a playful giggle bubbling from her throat.

Greg arched a brow, lips quirking. "Punish me?" he echoed, voice thick with amusement and arousal. "How, exactly?"

Cammy leaned down, her mouth just inches from his, her hair falling like a curtain around them. "You’ll see..." she whispered, her voice a silken promise filled with danger.

Then, slowly, sensually, she slid her body back down his until she was nestled between his legs. Her fingers wrapped around his cock—hard, pulsing, desperate for attention. She held him with gentle reverence, her touch both tender and commanding.

She flicked her tongue out, teasing the head, lapping up the bead of precum that glistened there like honey.

Greg hissed through his teeth, his hips twitching. "Fuck, Cammy..."

She smiled up at him, wicked and beautiful. "Shh... It’s my turn now," she whispered, then pressed a lingering kiss to the tip before dragging her tongue slowly down the length of him—never breaking eye contact.

Greg’s breath hitched, his body tense beneath her. And in that moment, as her lips closed around him, he knew he was completely at her mercy—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cammy didn’t hold back—her mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony, worshipping every inch of him with slow, deliberate passion. Her tongue traced the thick, throbbing vein along his shaft before she took him into her mouth, wetting him thoroughly.

She alternated between deep, heated sucks and teasing licks, swirling her tongue around the tip, tasting every drop of him.

Whatever her lips couldn’t reach, her hands took care of—fingers wrapped tight around the base, sliding in sync with the rhythm of her mouth. She was relentless, purposeful, dragging moans from Greg that were rough, broken, and raw.

"F-Fuck... shit... Cammy—ah!" Greg’s voice was thick and unfiltered, the words falling from his lips like he no longer knew how to think, only feel.

She was sucking him so hard, so deep, he could barely hold onto the last threads of control.

His hips jerked helplessly, his body betraying how close she already had him.

Just when he thought he might explode, she let him go with a wet, sinful pop—but only to take him deeper into new territory.

Her tongue traveled downward, slow and sensual, trailing kisses and heat down the length of his cock to his balls. She licked and sucked them gently, carefully, with an almost reverent tenderness, making sure to never cross the line between pleasure and pain.

Her mouth was soft, her breath hot, and Greg was drowning in it.

"Holy hell, Cammy..." he groaned, fingers tangled in the sheets, his muscles tightening under the strain of holding back.

But she wasn’t finished. Not even close.

Her other hand never stopped stroking him, keeping him on the edge while her mouth worshipped him. And then, with calculated confidence, her free hand slid down and gently nudged his thighs apart—just like he’d done to her so many times before.

Greg opened his eyes, breath hitching at the sudden vulnerability—but all he saw was her. Beautiful, powerful, in control. His woman. His everything.

And then he felt it—her thumb brushing that soft, sensitive spot between his balls and ass. It was feather-light at first, teasing, exploratory.

But when she rubbed it again, with just the right amount of pressure, his eyes slammed shut and his head dropped back against the pillows.

"Oh my fucking God... Love," he gasped, voice wrecked, hands now gripping her hair and the sheet like they were the only things keeping him tethered to the earth. "Yes, baby—fucking perfect—don’t stop... do that..."

And Cammy obeyed—with a smile that held power, love, and an ache only he could satisfy. She continued, unwavering, determined to push him to that edge, to watch him fall apart for her—completely, utterly hers.

Cammy could feel it—Greg was teetering right on the edge. His breathing was ragged, his muscles taut, his cock pulsing in her hand, begging for release. So she pulled away just in time, her mouth leaving him wet and throbbing, swollen with anticipation.

She sat back on her heels between his legs, both hands wrapping around his slick, rigid length and stroking him slowly, deliberately—building the pressure back up as she watched him with a sultry smile.

"You like that, babe?" she asked, her voice low and thick with teasing affection, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with desire.

Greg let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "Yes, fuck... Cammy, that was heaven," he managed, his voice rough with need.

Her smile widened, full of playful mischief and raw seduction. "Wanna feel my mouth again?" she purred, cocking her head to the side. "Wanna come down my throat, baby?"

"Hell yes. Please," he groaned, completely undone.

Cammy didn’t waste a second.

She leaned forward with a slow, fluid grace and opened her mouth wide, taking him in deep—so deep that her lips met her hands, which still stroked the base of his cock with practiced precision. Her throat relaxed around him, her tongue swirling, teasing, as she began to move.

"Fuck!" Greg practically shouted, his back arching, hands flying to her head. His fingers dug into her hair, holding her close—not forcing, just needing to feel her, anchor himself as she sent him spiraling.

He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking gently into her mouth, the sensation too much, too perfect. The buildup had been slow and torturous, and now it came rushing at him like a tidal wave, crashing through his entire body.

But then... Cammy did something that completely wrecked him.

As she swallowed him deeper, her hands still working in tandem, she hummed. A deep, sultry vibration that traveled through him like lightning. At the same time, she let one hand slide lower, her fingers massaging that sensitive, forbidden spot beneath his balls again, this time in sync with every stroke, every suck, every hum.

Greg’s world exploded.

His head flew back, his eyes clenched shut, and a guttural moan tore from his chest—loud, desperate, and wild. "Oh my fucking God—Cammy! Fuck, baby, I’m gonna—Shit!"

And still, she didn’t stop.

She took it all—his body, his release, his love—and held him there in that sacred, electric space where pleasure met surrender. Where the man who always took control gave it all up to the woman who knew exactly how to ruin him in the most beautiful way.