My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 132: Cammy’s Dangerous Plan (1)

Greg’s jaw tensed, but Cammy simply smirked. She leaned in closer, letting her fingers trace the line of his jaw, her breath warm against his lips.

"Don’t look at it," she whispered. "Just look at me."

She let her hands drift lower, her fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt, feeling the heat of his body beneath.

"I need you to stay still while I suck your dick, grab my hair if you want to. I want Duncan to see that you are enjoying it. After that I want you to fuck me in doggy, slap my ass, and pull my hair. Be rough and act like you can’t get enough of me. Can you do that for me?"

Greg gulped hard, he could already imagine everything as she was explaining what she wanted him to do to her. He smirked and started kissing her neck. "Oh Babe, I don’t need to act all those. Because it’s everything that I wanted to do to you, I will never ever get enough of you."

He then let out a low chuckle, his hands roaming up her back. "You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. I love this revenge idea of yours, very clever," he murmured as he trailed a kiss on her neck.

"Good," she murmured. "I like dangerous."

With that, she slipped off his lap, her hands trailing down his chest. Their eyes met—heat, intensity, and something raw passing between them.

Greg exhaled, his hands clenching into fists. "Cammy..."

She smiled wickedly. "Shh. Just sit back."

She took a step back, then another, slowly, deliberately, away from him. Then, she reached for the lock on the door.

A click.

When she turned back around, Greg was already standing, unbuttoning his pants, his smirk matching her own.

She stood in front of him, her back facing the CCTV in the room.

"On your knees, Babe..." Greg commanded firmly in a seductive hoarse voice.

Cammy grabbed on the waistline of his pants with both hands. She sank to her knees slowly as she pulled his pants down.

Her gaze fixated on the prize that was rightfully hers, the treasure she had been craving. A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips the moment her reward was finally freed from its cage, standing tall and throbbing with anticipation.

She dragged her teeth over her lower lip, savoring the moment as she lifted her eyes to meet his, a wicked glint in her gaze.

The hunger in Greg’s eyes sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, amplifying the heat pooling between her thighs. He wanted this. Wanted her. And that knowledge only made her ache more.

With deliberate slowness, he ran his fingers through her hair, tangling them in the strands before cradling her head in both hands. The look he gave her was nothing short of predatory—ravenous, dominant, starving. She was his prey, and he would devour her whole.

Her lips were mere inches from his pulsing, furious length, and he could already picture the way her mouth would feel wrapped around it, her tongue tracing every ridge, every vein.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice smooth yet commanding, loud enough to be captured by the ever-watchful CCTV.

Cammy obeyed without hesitation, parting her lips as she slowly took him in, inch by inch, her gaze never wavering from his. The heat, the wetness, the sheer pleasure of it made Greg hiss through his teeth. But slow wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to own her, to feel her submission, to mold her movements to his liking.

With a firm grip, he guided her, urging her to move faster, deeper. She adjusted instinctively, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft to help take him further—but Greg had other plans.

"No hands," he murmured darkly, his fingers tightening just slightly in her hair. "Put them behind your back and keep them there. Until I say otherwise."

A thrill shot through her at his command. Without question, she clasped her hands behind her, offering herself to him fully. Her gaze never left his, even as he claimed her mouth in the way he so desperately desired.

Greg’s grip tightened around her head, fingers tangled possessively in her hair as he held her steady. With cautious movement, he began rolling his hips, pushing in and out of her mouth in slow, measured thrusts. Just enough to let her adjust, just enough to make her throat clench around him.

His pace was unhurried, teasing, yet relentless, savoring every slick glide of her lips.

Cammy breathed through her nose, syncing her inhales with the rhythm of his strokes, ensuring she didn’t gag. But she didn’t just take him passively—no, she played with him, tormenting him in the sweetest way.

Her tongue swirled, flicked, pressed against the underside of his cock, alternating between long, wet licks and tight, suctioned pulls that sent shudders racing down his spine.

A strangled moan tore from Greg’s lips. His hands clenched tighter.

"Fuckkk... Cammy," he rasped, barely holding on to his composure. "What the hell are you doing to me? You’re so fucking addicting."

And again his voice was loud enough making sure that Duncan would hear how much he was enjoying his wife.

Another flick of her tongue, another deep suck, and Greg lost every ounce of restraint.

With a sudden, desperate pull, he yanked himself from her mouth, leaving a thin strand of saliva still connecting them. Before she could even process what was happening, his hands were on her shoulders, hauling her upright, lifting her effortlessly.

Then, in one swift motion—he threw her onto the bed.

Cammy barely had time to yelp, her body bouncing against the mattress. Her breath hitched as Greg’s hands were already on her, fingers hooking into her panties, tearing them away as if they were nothing more than an inconvenience.

Her eyes widened, heart hammering. She had expected him to take his time—to savor her the way he always did. But this... this was primal.

"W-Wait—" she gasped, but before she could finish, Greg grabbed her by the thighs and yanked her to the very edge of the bed, his dark, sinful smirk making her pulse skyrocket.

"That was fast," she managed, her voice breathless, almost teasing.

Greg chuckled lowly, his grip tightening. "Well, thanks for wearing a skirt. Made my life easier."

Then, without another word, he sank to his knees and buried his face between her legs.

Cammy had no time to prepare for the onslaught.

His tongue dragged against her in a single, devastating stroke from bottom to top, ending with his lips latching onto her clit in a ruthless, hungry suck.

She screamed.

"FUCK!"

Her hand flew to her mouth, muffling the sound, while the other instinctively tangled in his hair, pulling, trembling.

But Greg wasn’t done with her. Not even close.

He didn’t let her recover, didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. His tongue moved with purpose, relentless, devouring her like a starving wolf.

And just when she thought she might finally get a moment of reprieve, he plunged two fingers inside her, curling them just right, making her back arch violently off the mattress.

’Damn, she’s already this wet?’ The realization only made him harder, made his cock ache.

’Had she planned this? Had she known exactly what she was doing when she asked me to accompany her here?’

The thought sent a dark thrill through him...