My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 230: Just For Today (7)

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Cammy slowly pulled away from him, her lips wet, her breathing uneven. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, letting out a soft cough as she caught her breath.

Greg chuckled, his chest still heaving. "You okay, baby?"

She shot him a mock glare, though her lips twitched with amusement. "How dare you ask that... You almost drowned me with that damn thing," she said, coughing once more, but laughing through it now.

Greg burst into full laughter, the sound deep and genuine, the kind of laugh that only ever came from her. Cammy joined in, their shared joy crackling between them like static.

But the moment shifted when her eyes drifted down—and she froze.

Greg had reached for his still-throbbing cock, already stroking it slowly, deliberately, as he gazed at her with heat that hadn’t lessened in the slightest. If anything, it had deepened—darkened.

Cammy arched a brow, voice marked with teasing disbelief. "So... that beast is still alive, huh?"

Greg’s lips curled into a knowing, sinful smirk. "Alive and fucking relentless," he growled, eyes locked on hers. "What do you take me for? A weakling?" His tone was low and dangerous, threaded with the kind of promise that made her thighs clench involuntarily. "This beast won’t be satisfied until you can’t walk straight, baby. Until your legs are shaking and your body forgets how to breathe without me."

The lust in his eyes was scorching, but beneath it... there was something more. Possession. Worship. Love—the kind that burned as much as it healed.

Cammy had barely shifted, ready to get off the bed—maybe to playfully escape, maybe to regain a little control—but Greg was faster.

In one swift movement, he grabbed her and rolled her back beneath him, pressing her into the mattress like she belonged there.

And she did—every part of her body knew it.

"Where do you think you’re going, my love?" he murmured, his voice a sensual threat that made her breath hitch. "I’m not finished with you yet..."

Before she could reply, his mouth was on hers—devouring, claiming, worshipping. His kiss was deep and consuming, like he needed her to feel exactly how undone he was for her. Their tongues tangled in a slow, messy dance of want, and his body pressed hard against hers—still burning, still ready to take her again.

And this time... he wasn’t holding back.

Greg’s knee nudged her thighs apart, spreading her open for him with delicious authority. He settled between her legs, his body hovering over hers like a storm about to break.

His hands found her breasts, one after the other, kneading and massaging them with a sensual rhythm that left her gasping.

His fingers rolled her nipple between them—pinching, tugging, then soothing with a soft brush of his thumb—igniting every nerve in her body.

Cammy arched into his touch, her hips shifting with anticipation, desperate for more—for all of him.

Then she felt it—him—slipping inside her slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring every inch. His thick, hard cock stretched her open, filled her completely.

He moved with a patience that was torturous, yet achingly perfect. It was too much and not enough, all at once.

Cammy tore her mouth from his, gasping out a moan that spilled straight from her soul.

"Oh my God... ahhh—" Her head fell back, exposing her throat, her back arching off the bed as he sank deeper. "Greg..."

He stilled for a moment, buried fully in her warmth, holding her there like he never wanted to leave.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled against her neck, his voice thick with reverence and hunger. "So wet... so damn tight... Fuck, baby, I could stay buried inside you like this forever."

His words sent a shiver through her, her body clenching around him in response.

Every breath, every heartbeat, every inch of her was his—and the way he moved, the way he worshipped her with his hands, his mouth, his body—it wasn’t just lust.

It was love, fierce and consuming.

And neither of them wanted it to end.

Greg began to move inside her with a slow, steady rhythm—each thrust purposeful, deep, and full of longing. His body trembled with restraint, torn between two primal desires: to worship her slowly, prolonging every second... and to completely unravel her, to feel her come around him and lose herself in him.

But Cammy—God, Cammy—felt like heaven wrapped in fire. She was so tight, so warm, so utterly perfect that all his control began to slip.

His pace quickened.

He drove deeper, harder, unable to hold back the way she clenched around him, the way her moans turned desperate, broken, beautiful. Her fingers clawed at his back, her legs wrapped around him tighter, pulling him closer, demanding more.

"Greg—ah! Yes... yes!" she cried out, her voice breathless, her body surrendering completely to the rhythm he set.

He growled low in his throat, his forehead pressed against hers, sweat glistening on their skin as he moved faster—driven by pure instinct, by love, by need.

"You’re making me lose my fucking mind," he groaned. "I can’t... I need to feel you come for me, baby. Give it to me..."

Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, every word sank deeper than just her body—it claimed her soul.

And she was right there with him, ready to fall.

Cammy’s breath hitched, her moans becoming higher, needier. She was so close—right on the edge, her body tightening, pulsing around him with every deep, delicious thrust.

Greg could feel it too. The way her walls fluttered around him, the tremble in her thighs, the way her nails dug into his shoulders like she was trying to anchor herself to reality.

He cupped her face with one hand, their eyes locking as he pounded into her harder, faster, still keeping that same intensity. Not just fucking. Making love. Losing himself inside her.

"Come for me, Cammy," he growled against her lips, his voice a low command painted with reverence. "Let go for me. I’ve got you. I always fucking will."

That was all it took.

Her back arched violently off the bed, a guttural cry ripping from her throat as her orgasm exploded through her. Her body convulsed around him, pulsing with wave after wave of raw pleasure, her legs trembling as she sobbed his name.

"Greg—! Oh, God—yes—"

He didn’t stop. Not for a second. And when she clenched around him like that, hot and soaked and his, he followed her over the edge with a deep, breathless moan.

"Fuck... Cammy—"

Greg buried himself as deep as he could go, holding her tight as he spilled inside her, his release blinding, full-bodied, overwhelming. He came hard, his cock pulsing in rhythm with her trembling body, filling her with every drop.

Their foreheads touched, breathing tangled, hearts pounding like thunder against each other’s chest.

Neither of them spoke at first.

There were no words big enough for what they had just shared—only the heavy silence of afterglow, the soft brush of fingers over skin, and the way their bodies stayed connected, refusing to part.

Greg kissed her, slower this time. Tender. Worshipful.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips, still inside her.

Cammy’s eyes fluttered open, full of emotion. Her voice cracked as she replied, "I love you, too... Always."

And in that moment—flesh against flesh, soul against soul—it wasn’t just passion.

It was a promise.

An eternity written in skin, sweat, and love.