My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 113: Unfiltered Desire

Chapter 113: Unfiltered Desire

His gaze was dark with hunger, filled with raw, unfiltered desire that sent shivers down her spine. Those eyes alone could undo her, but it was the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered—that truly set her ablaze.

If before, she had hesitated, holding herself back, that restraint was now gone. There was no room for doubt, no space for insecurities. She had bared her soul to him, and in return, he had shown her nothing but reverence and need.

For the first time, she didn’t care about imperfections or past fears. She wasn’t hiding. She wasn’t hesitating.

She wanted him. Completely.

She wanted to feel every inch of him, to lose herself in his embrace, to be consumed by the fire burning between them.

She needed Greg closer. She needed to be his.

And more than anything—she needed him to make her his.

"Oh, Greg... p-please don’t stop..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. The pressure inside her coiled tighter, an unbearable heat pooling between her legs. She was so close—so devastatingly close—that she could feel herself teetering on the edge, ready to shatter.

But just as she was about to fall into ecstasy, Greg pulled away, his mouth and fingers abandoning her aching core.

Her eyes flew open in shock, her lips parting to protest—only to have the words stolen from her as Greg surged forward, his body covering hers, his cock driving into her in one swift, deep thrust.

"Fuckkk... ahh..." Greg groaned, his voice rough, almost pained, as he buried himself inside her.

The sudden fullness stole the air from her lungs. She gasped, her nails digging into his arms as he pressed deeper, stretching her beyond anything she had ever felt before.

"Ahh! Oh my God, Greg!" she cried out, her head thrown back against the pillow. "You’re so deep in me... I’m so full of you!"

Her walls clenched around him, her body molding to his as he held still for a moment, savoring the tight, scorching heat of her.

He let out a ragged breath, his hands gripping her thighs before he leaned down, his lips grazing her ear.

"Cammy... you feel fucking perfect," he whispered, his voice dripping with need.

Then, without warning, he pulled back and thrust into her again—harder, deeper—sending waves of pleasure crashing over her, stealing the last remnants of her sanity.

"Take all of me, Cammy... I want you to feel every inch of me," Greg murmured against her ear, his voice thick with desire. His breath was hot on her skin, sending shivers down her spine as he pulled back, only to drive himself deep into her again.

"Ahh! Fuck! Ahh!" Cammy cried out, her voice raw with pleasure as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust faster, harder, deeper.

She felt like she was unraveling beneath him, her body completely at his mercy. The pleasure was so intense, so consuming, she could almost feel her soul slipping from her body, floating toward something divine.

"Dammit, Cammy, you’re so fucking wet," Greg groaned, his jaw clenched, his control slipping. "You’re gripping me so tight... fuck, this is just so good."

The slick heat of her wrapped around him was intoxicating, and the way she moaned—breathless, desperate, completely lost in him—only spurred him on.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, the sharp slap of skin against skin, the heavy breaths, the gasps, the moans. Greg was relentless, plunging into her over and over again, his hunger for her insatiable.

And Cammy? She had never felt anything like this—like she was being worshipped, devoured, possessed. And God help her, she never wanted it to stop.

Just when Cammy thought she had reached the peak of pleasure, Greg proved her wrong. He wasn’t done with her—not even close.

With a smirk, he shifted, straightening his back while keeping himself buried deep inside her. His strong hands grasped her calves, lifting her legs effortlessly and spreading them wider, opening her up to him completely. The new angle sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body, and the moment he began pounding into her again, she screamed.

Every deep, forceful thrust hit her right where she needed it, his cock rubbing against that perfect spot over and over again. The sensation was overwhelming—every inch of him stretching her, filling her, claiming her.

The pressure in her core grew unbearable, a tight coil winding inside her, ready to snap. Her walls pulsed, clenched, swollen with need, and Greg felt every pulse, every desperate squeeze.

"Fuck, Cammy, you’re so close," he groaned, his own control falling.

He released one of her legs, bringing his fingers between them, finding her clit and rubbing slow, deliberate circles around the swollen nub. The combination of his deep thrusts and the teasing friction sent shockwaves through her entire body.

He wanted her to break, to shatter beneath him, to lose herself completely in his touch, in his body, in him.

And Cammy didn’t fight it. She let go. She let herself drown in the pleasure, focusing only on the unbearable, beautiful ache building inside her.

Then suddenly—she shattered.

Her entire body tensed as the pressure inside her reached a breaking point. Her toes curled, a fiery heat spreading through her limbs, and then—everything went blank.

A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her vision flashing white as her body surrendered to the powerful release. Her walls clenched around Greg, gripping him like a vice, pulling him deeper into her as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.

Greg groaned, feeling every ripple, every pulse of her climax gripping him like she never wanted to let go. He held himself deep inside her, pausing for a moment as he focused all his attention on the delicate, pulsing bundle of nerves beneath his fingers. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

Just as her trembling body began to relax, Greg struck again, his fingers working her clit in relentless, feverish circles.

"Ahh! Greg—ahh!!" Cammy’s scream filled the room, her body jerking from the unbearable sensitivity. She was still high from her orgasm, her nerves on fire, and yet Greg was pushing her further, pulling her back into the abyss of pleasure.

"Come on, Babe," he growled, his voice dripping with hunger. "Squirt for me."

And just like that, the dam inside her shattered.

A violent gush of liquid burst from her, splashing onto his stomach, the sheets, everywhere, as she convulsed beneath him. Her mind spiraled into nothingness, her sanity slipping away as she drowned in the sensations he was giving her.

Greg smirked, watching her fall apart beneath him, completely lost in pleasure because of him. But he wasn’t finished.

Gripping her thigh, he surged forward, hammering into her with a desperate, primal rhythm, chasing his own release.

Cammy barely had a grip on reality, but she felt him—deep, raw, and relentless—driving her to moan again and again. And then, with one final, guttural groan, Greg buried himself inside her, his body trembling as he released.

His cock pulsed violently, ropes of hot, thick seed spilling into her, coating her walls in his essence.

"Ahh, Cammy," he breathed, his voice hoarse and strained. "You feel so fucking delicious."

And with that, he collapsed over her, utterly spent, yet unwilling to pull away, unwilling to let go of her...