My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 205

Taking Her te he shower

Taking Her In The Shower

~Julian~

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The water was hitting her back, running down the curve of her spine and over her ass. Astood behind her, watching the way the light from the bathroom hit the wet skin of her cheeks. I had just told her that she knew exactly who she was to me -not that she knew, but Katia was going to learn the hard way that no one forgets me.

I looked at her ass. It was perfect–round, wet, and slick under the spray. My dick responded instantly. It got hard again, a thick, aching pressure that pushed against the front of my thighs. I didn’t try to hide it. I didn’t want to hide it. I wanted her to feel exactly what she did to me every time she stood in my space.

I stepped closer until my chest was flat against her wet back. I reached around her, my hands flat against the glass of the shower wall, pinning her between the heavy weight of my body and the cold surface of the enclosure.

“Julian,” she breathed, her head dropping forward.

I didn’t answer. I dropped to my knees in the bottom of the shower. The water was splashing against my shoulders, but I didn’t care. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, and pulled her ass back toward my face. I leaned in and started lapping at her pussy from behind.

She was already wet, but I wanted more. I used my tongue, licking her long and slow, from her clit all the way back. I tasted the soap and the salt and the heat of her. Katia let out a low moan, her hands slapping against the glass for balance. I didn’t stop. I used my fingers to open her up, exposing the pink, swollen flesh to my mouth. I sucked on her, my breath hot against her inner thighs, until she was shaking.

I stood up, the water sluicing down my front. I grabbed her by the waist and turned her slightly. I raised my hand and spanked her ass–hard. The sound of the slap echoed over the noise of the running water. The skin turned a bright, angry red under the spray. She gasped, her back arching, and I did it again.

“You like that?” I growled.

“Yes,” she choked out.

I didn’t wait. I reached down, grabbed my cock, and positioned it at her entrance. I was thick and rigid, pulsing with the need to be back inside her. I slid my hard, long cock into her pussy in one steady motion.

Katia moaned, a loud, ragged sound that filled the shower. I felt her internal muscles clamp down on me, welcoming the depth. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I increased my pace immediately, thrusting savagely into her. I wasn’t being gentle. I was driving into her with everything I had, my hips slamming against her ass with a heavy, wet thud every time I bottomed out.

“Julian! Oh god,” she screamed.

She started to shake against the shower glass. Her forehead was pressed against the cold surface, her breath fogging it up. I kept going. I was relentless. I focused on the feeling of her tight, wet heat and the way she was vibrating under my hands. I reached around, my hands finding her breasts and squeezing them as I continued to fuck her from behind.

I felt her starting to go. Her pussy began to spasm around my cock violently. I didn’t slow down. I fucked her through her release, my thrusts getting faster and deeper as she came hard against the glass. I wanted her to feel every inch of me while she was peaking.

I grabbed her and turned her around. I didn’t pull out. I kept us connected as I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist. She locked her ankles behind my back, her arms looping around my neck. I pinned her back against the glass again, her weight supported by my arms.

I started fucking her deep. With her legs up, I could reach every part of her. I was hitting her cervix with every thrust, and she was crying out into my shoulder. I didn’t want the noise. I wanted her mouth.

I took her mouth into mine, my tongue mirroring the movement of my cock. I kissed her hard, a deep, demanding kiss that tasted like the water and our shared breath. I was driving into her now with a desperate kind of force. I wanted to be so deep

instile her that we didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

The friction was intense. Every time I thrust, I felt the slide of her wetness and the heavy throb of my own pulse. I was close. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, a hot, urgent demand for release. I looked into her eyes. They were dark, glazed with pleasure and something that looked like total surrender.

“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips.

I gave her three more massive, soul–crushing thrusts. I buried myself as deep as I could go, my hips locked against hers, and then I broke. I spilled my seed inside her, the heat of it filling her up. I felt the hot, thick pulse of my release hit the back of her pussy, and I didn’t pull back. I stayed right there, buried in her, my forehead resting against hers as the water continued to rain down on us.

We stayed like that for a long time. My heart was thundering against her chest. I could feet her heart beating just as fast. The steam was thick now, making it hard to see, but I didn’t need to see. I could feel everything.

I finally let her legs down, helping her stand on the floor. She was weak, her knees buckling slightly, and I held her steady. I reached for the handle and turned the water off.

We were both dripping, our skin flushed and hot. I took a towel from the rack and started drying her off. I was slow and deliberate. I dried her hair, her shoulders, and her breasts. I knelt and dried her legs and the thighs where my cum was still dripping down.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. The physical act had said it all.

I stood up and wrapped the towel around her, tucking it in over her chest. Then I dried myself. I looked at her, and she was watching me with an expression that had no more walls left. The sister was gone. It was just Katia.

“Come on,” I said quietly.

I led her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I had turned the lights off earlier, so the room was dark, the only light coming from the city through the windows. I pulled the covers back on the bed, and she climbed in. I followed her, pulling the heavy duvet over both of us.

I pulled her to my side, her head resting on my shoulder. She was small against me, her skin still warm from the shower. I felt a sense of focus I hadn’t felt in years. There were still questions. There was still the problem of Delia and our families.

But as I lay there with my wife, I knew that the “tip” wasn’t going to be enough ever again. I had taken her fully, and she had taken me.

“Julian?” she whispered into the dark.

“I’m here,” I said.

I felt her hand settle on my chest, right over my heart. I closed my eyes, the scent of her and the sex still heavy on my skin. I wasn’t going to let her go. Not tonight. Not ever. We had finally arrived at the truth, and now we just had to figure out how to live in it.

Shut up and just take it

~Katia~

My pussy was on fire.

The heat was deep, localized in the center of me, radiating outward toward my thighs. I was in pain. It was a sharp, direct kind of soreness that came from being/stretched beyond my limits after seven years of nothing but my own hands and Julian’s cruel, shallow games. My muscles were stiff, and every time I shifted my weight under the heavy duvet, I felt the friction of the silk sheets against my raw skin. I was very sure that tomorrow wouldn’t be able to walk. My knees felt weak, and my inner thighs were trembling with a fatigue that went down to the bone.

Julian had ravished me. There was no other word for it.

I lay on my side, staring into the dark of his bedroom, listening to the heavy, synchronized sound of his breathing. God, Julian was a huge man. I had always known he was large—I had seen him in suits, I had felt the breadth of his shoulders and the weight of his hands–but the reality of him naked was different. He was huge in all the places that counted. Even now, with the adrenaline fading and the soreness setting in, I still didn’t know how I had managed to take his cock fully. 1

Since Dubai, I had built up a tolerance for his “tip.” I had learned how to handle the way he would rub the head of his cock against me, or how he would dry hump me until I was screaming for more, only for him to pull away. I had thought I knew what his size felt like. I was wrong. The long, thick reality of him was something my body was still trying to process. He had hit parts of me I didn’t know existed. He had filled me so completely that there had been no room left for air, only him.

I tried to shift slightly to find a more comfortable position, moving my hips just an inch to the left. As I moved, I came in direct contact with him.

My breath hitched. His cock was hard again.

It was a thick, rigid weight pressed against the back of my thigh. I almost screamed because the logic of it didn’t make sense. We had just finished in the shower. He had just emptied himself inside me with a force that should have left him exhausted for a week. But there it was.

What the fuck do you mean his dick is always up?

The sheer stamina of the man was terrifying.

I felt him move behind me. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t ask if I was okay or if I needed a break. I felt the heat of his chest press against my back, his skin hot and damp. He reached down, his large hand finding my hip and pulling me firmly against him. I felt the head of his cock rub against the entrance of my pussy. I was so wet that he didn’t even need to try. He just slanted his hips and slid his cock inside me while I was still lying on my side.

I let out a low, broken sound. He was so thick that the initial entry made my eyes water. The soreness I had been feeling was immediately overwritten by the sensation of him pushing back into the space he had just claimed.

Julian started to thrust. It wasn’t a fast movement; it was slow and heavy. He was using his weight to drive himself in as deep as possible. He reached around my body, his hand finding my breast and pinching the nipple very hard.

“Julian,” I called out.

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