Chapter 133: Cammy’s Dangerous Plan (2)
Greg’s jaw clenched, his hunger turning feral. It wasn’t just about devouring her—it was about Duncan watching, powerless, seething, as Cammy unraveled beneath his touch.
He wanted Duncan to see how she surrendered, how she drowned in pleasure only he could give her. He wanted Duncan to feel the burn of helpless jealousy as he realized—Cammy belonged to Greg in this moment. Completely. Entirely.
And fuck, that thought alone made Greg even harder.
Cammy fought to keep her moans restrained, biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. She knew how to stay quiet—she had mastered the art of silence in this very room for years.
But that was with Duncan.
Being devoured by Greg was something else entirely.
It felt like her soul was being pulled straight from her body, pleasure consuming her so fiercely it left her trembling. She wanted to open her eyes, wanted to watch him, but every time she tried, another stroke of his tongue made her lids flutter shut, made her vision blur with raw, dizzying bliss.
Greg was relentless. Unforgiving.
Just when she thought she had a grip on reality, his left hand slipped beneath her blouse, sliding under her bra with wicked intent. He started slow, teasing, his fingers playing over the soft swell of her breast, tracing circles around her sensitive peak.
Then he twisted. Pinched.
A sharp gasp left her lips, her body arching instinctively, but Greg didn’t stop. If anything, he grew more ravenous, his mouth and fingers working in a maddening tandem—licking, sucking, stroking, twisting. Faster. Deeper. Harder.