My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 283

My vision blurred into a hazy, gulden streak as my climax began to build once more. The tension in my lower abdomen coiled into a tight, agonizing spring, pushing me over the edge of sanity. My internal walls clenched around his thick, throbbing shaft in a series of violent, involuntary spasms, wrapping around him like a hot vice, trying to draw his release.

But Julian’s pace only intensified. He didn’t slow down; he used the tight, desperate clenching of my walla te grind himself even deeper, his thrusts becoming savage and deep, his hot drool mixing with the sweat slicking my bare back.

“Julian! Julian!” I screamed, my body going entirely rigid as the release tore through my veins in waves of pure, liquid heat.

I came hard, my pussy locking around his cock with an agonizing tightness.

The sudden, violent contractions of my climax were the breaking point for the fire in his blood.

Julian let out a loud, guttural roar that rattled in his chest. His hands gripped my waist so hard his knuckles turned white, his body shaking uncontrollably as he gave three more massive, desperate thrusts, burying himself so deep against my womb that our hip bones slammed together.

And then, he broke.

The hot, thick pulse of his release filled me completely, over and over, a continuous stream of pure, liquid heat that hit my cervix with a force that made my vision briefly blacken at the edges. He spilled his seed deep inside my wet, swollen core, his body twitching violently as he emptied himself, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.

He collapsed over me.

Julian’s cock didn’t soften inside me. Even after emptying himself, his massive, rigid shaft remained locked in my depths, pulsing with an unyielding, terrifying pressure that refused to let my body rest. He didn’t slide out to let me breathe; his thick, iron-hard length stayed buried deep within my swollen core, keeping me pinned to the mattress under the suffocating weight of his chest.

We lay like that for a long, heavy moment in the quiet bedroom. The only sound was the ragged, desperate static of our breathing and the slow dripping of his cum leaking from my pussy onto the silk sheets beneath us.

I turned my head slightly, my cheek resting against the damp pillow, looking at the dim sliver of light cutting through the gap in the bathroom door. My body was a map of ache-my thighs were trembling, my hips were sore, and my skin carried the dark, bruising prints of his fingers.

Before I could even close my eyes to escape into the dark, Julian’s massive frame gave a sudden, violent spasm.

The low, rattling wheeze returned to his chest, heavier and more desperate than before. The fire in his veins hadn’t been extinguished by his release; it was a continuous, boiling current that kept him iron-hard, refusing to let hy body escape.

With an effortless, terrifying strength, his heavy, scarred hands clamped around my waist, pulling his fully rigid, unsottened shaft out of my core with a wetness that made me let out a sharp, empty cry. Before a scream could even clear my throat, he flipped me over onto my back, pinning my shoulders flat against the mattress as his massive chest heaved above me. His pitch- black eyes were once again glazed over, completely unseeing, and a fresh, hot thread of drool escaped his clenched jaw,

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