My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 410

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Julian’s POV

The adrenaline still hadn’t left either of us.

Katia was still in the leather jacket she’d raced in, cheeks flushed, eyes bright in that dangerous way that only came after she’d won something she wasn’t supposed to risk. We were on the couch. I had pulled her against me, careful of the small curve of her stomach, and she had laughed against my mouth like the laugh itself was a dare.

“You’re still vibrating,” she said.

“So are you.”

She swung a leg over my lap and sat down hard, grinding against the front of my pants until I hissed. The jacket creaked when she shrugged it off. Underneath she still wore the black racing top, damp at the neck from heat and sweat. I dragged it up and over her head. Her bra followed. Her tits spilled into my hands, heavier already, nipples tight and dark.

I sucked one into my mouth without asking. Katia’s head fell back. Her fingers dug into my hair and held me there while I licked and bit and sucked the other one just as hard. She was already wet; I could feel the heat of her through her leggings when she rolled her hips.

“Take them off,” she ordered, voice rough.

I shoved the leggings and her underwear down together. She kicked them free. I didn’t give her time to settle again. I slid down the couch, pushed her thighs wide, and buried my face between them.

She tasted like adrenaline and salt and pure want. I licked her open, slow at first, then harder, fucking her with my tongue while my thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. Katia cursed and grabbed the back of the couch. Her hips jerked against my mouth.

“Fuck-Julian-don’t stop-”

I didn’t. I sucked her clit between my lips and pushed two fingers inside her at the same time. She was soaked. Her cunt clenched around my fingers as I curled them and kept licking. She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a broken sound tearing out of her throat. I kept going through it until she shoved at my shoulders, too sensitive.

I sat back up. My cock was straining so hard against my pants it hurt. Katia’s eyes dropped to it. She slid off my lap onto the floor between my knees, yanked my zipper down, and pulled my cock out.

She didn’t tease.

She took me straight into her mouth, deep, wet, and messy. Her hand wrapped around what she couldn’t fit and stroked in time with the bob of her head. I groaned and buried my fingers in her hair. The sight of her on her knees, still half-dressed from the race, sucking me like she was starving, almost finished me too fast.

“Katia-fuck-”

She pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at me, lips shiny.

“Not yet. I want you to fuck me first.”

She climbed back into my lap, guided my cock to her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate slide. We both groaned. She was tight and hot and still fluttering from her orgasm. I gripped her hips and let her set the pace at first-long, rolling grinds that took me deep every time.

Then she leaned forward, braced her hands on my shoulders, and started riding me harder. The couch creaked. Her tits bounced in front of my face. I caught one nipple in my mouth again and sucked while she fucked herself on my cock. The wet slap of skin tilled the living room.

“Harder,” she panted. “I can take it.”

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I planted my feet and thrust up to meet her. The angle changed. She tried out and dug her nails into my shoulders. I kept going, fucking up into her while she slammed down, until she came again with a sharp, high sound, cunt gripping me so tight I almost

followed.

I didn’t. I lifted her off me, turned her so she was on her hands and knees on the couch, and pushed back into her from behind in one hard thrust. Katia dropped to her forearms and pushed back against me.

“Yes, fuck me, just like that-”

I gripped her hips and gave her exactly what she asked for. Reep, hard, relentless strokes that made her moan into the cushion. One of my hands slid around to rub her clit. She was so wet it coated my fingers. I felt her start to tighten again and didn’t slow

down.

She came a third time with a broken curse. I finally let myself follow, burying myself deep and spilling inside her with a groan that felt like it came from my spine.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then Katia laughed softly, still face-down on the couch.

“Upstairs,” she said. “Shower. Now. I’m not done with you.”

I pulled out slowly. Cum slid down her thighs. The sight of it made my cock twitch again even though I’d just come. I helped her stand. We left the racing clothes in a messy pile on the floor and climbed the stairs naked, her hand in mine, both of us still sticky and high on the race and each other.

The bathroom lights were soft. I turned the shower on hot and pulled her under the water with me. Steam filled the space fast. I backed her against the tiled wall and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue and not caring. My hands slid down her wet body, over the small curve of her stomach, and between her legs again. She was still swollen and sensitive. I rubbed her clit gently while the water poured over us.

Katia reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock. I was already getting hard again. She stroked me under the water, slow and tight, while I fingered her. Two fingers, then three, curling and stretching her while my thumb kept working her clit. She moaned into my mouth and spread her legs wider.

“Suck them,” she said, tipping her chest toward me.

I bent and took one wet nipple into my mouth, then the other, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. My fingers kept moving inside her. She stroked me faster. The water ran down both of us in sheets.

I dropped to my knees on the shower floor, lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, and ate her out again. The water made everything slicker. I licked her open, fucked her with my tongue, and sucked her clit until her thighs shook and she came with a cry that echoed off the tiles. Her fingers stayed tangled in my wet hair the whole time.

When I stood up, she immediately dropped to her knees. Water streamed over her face and shoulders as she took my cock into her mouth again. She was messier this time-spit and water mixing, her hand stroking the base while she sucked the head, then took me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. I braced one hand on the wall and watched her.

“Fuck, Katia-”

She pulled off, stood, and turned to face the wall, arching her back.

“Fuck me. Right here.”

I stepped in behind her, guided my cock between her legs, and pushed in slowly. The water made it almost too slick. I bottomed out and stayed there for a second, feeling her clench around me, then started thrusting. Hard. Steady, One hand on her hip, the other teaching around to rub her clit again. The sound of wet skin and her moans filled the shower.

She came once more with my cock buried deep and my fingers on her clit. I followed right after, groaning against the back of her neck as I spilled inside her again.

We stayed under the water until it started to cool. I washed her carefully-her hair, her shoulders, between her legs-then let

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her do the same for me. When we stepped out, I wrapped a towel around her and another around my waist. We barely made it to the bed before the towels hit the floor.

Katia pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She was still wet from the shower, hair dripping onto my chest. She sank down onto my cock without preamble and started riding me hard. No more teasing. Just raw, deep, needy fucking. Her hands braced on my chest. Her tits bounced with every movement. I gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her.

“Harder,” she demanded. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”

I flipped us without pulling out. Her back hit the mattress. Nooked her legs over my arms and drove into her deep and fast. The bed frame knocked against the wall. Katia’s nails raked down my back. She was loud-moaning, cursing, telling me exactly how good it felt, how full she was, and how she wanted me to ruin her.

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