My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 411

Winner’s Reward

Katia’s POV

I lay on my side facing him, the sheets still warm from everything we had already done downstairs and in the shower. My body felt heavy in the best way-used, satisfied, but nowhere near finished. The race still hummed under my skin. Winning always left me like this: restless, hungry, needing something only he could give me.

I looked at him. Really looked.

Julian’s hair was damp from the shower. A faint red mark from my nails sat on his shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded, lazy and dark, the way they got when the edge had been taken off but not completely.

“I saw what you did there,” I said.

He turned his head on the pillow. “Did where?”

“The race. You could have won. But you made me win on purpose.”

A slow, crooked smile pulled at his mouth. He didn’t deny it. Instead he shifted down the bed, settled between my legs, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right over my cunt through the thin sheet. The heat of his breath made me twitch.

He looked up at me, lips still close enough that I felt every word.

“I knew if I win I wouldn’t get this cunt for God knows how many months.” He kissed me again, slower this time, then tugged the sheet away so nothing was between his mouth and my skin. “I couldn’t bear to be starved.”

I laughed, the sound turning into a soft gasp when his tongue flicked over me.

“Why would you say that?” I asked, still smiling, fingers sliding into his hair.

He licked a long stripe up my center before answering, voice low and rough against my wet flesh.

“Because this pregnancy makes you have moods. So winning wasn’t an option. You win and everyone is happy.” Another kiss, deeper, tongue pushing between my folds. “Especially me.”

“Cheater,” I said, but there was no heat in it. Only amusement and the growing ache between my legs.

He hummed against me. “Well, at least I get to fuck.”

Then he stopped talking and started eating me like he meant it.

His mouth was hot and open and filthy. He licked me open with broad, slow strokes, then focused on my clit, sucking it between his lips in a steady rhythm that made my hips lift off the bed, One of his hands held my thigh open. The other slid up and pressed a single finger inside me, curling immediately against that spot he knew too well.

“Fuck, Julian!”

He added a second finger without easing up on my clit. The stretch burned in the best way. He fucked them into me slow and deep while his tongue worked me higher. I could hear how wet I was. The sound alone made my stomach tighten.

He didn’t rush. He built it carefully, the same way he drove-controlled, precise, until I was shaking. My free hand clenched the sheets. My other stayed buried in his hair, holding him exactly where I needed him. When the orgasm hit it rolled through me hard, thighs clamping around his head, a broken moan tearing out of my throat. He kept licking me through it, softer now, until I tugged at his hair because it was too much.

He rose up over me, mouth shiny, eyes dark with hunger.

“Still with me?” he asked.

“Barely.”

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He kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, flien settled between my thighs. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance. He didn’t push in yet. He just stayed there, rubbing against me, coating himself in the wetness he had pulled out of me.

“You want it hard?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He pushed in with one long, steady thrust that stole the air from my lungs, I was still sensitive from coming, and the sudden fullness made me cry out. He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, forehead against mine, breathing hard.

Then he started to move.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was the kind of fucking that came after a race-raw, deep, almost punishing. He hooked one of my legs over his arm and drove into me at an angle that made stars burst behind nty eyes. Every thrust dragged against that swollen place inside me. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room.

“You feel that?” he growled against my ear. “That’s what I get for letting you win. This tight, greedy little cunt taking every inch.”

I moaned and dug my nails into his back. “Harder.”

He gave it to me. The headboard started knocking against the wall. My tits bounced with every impact. He dropped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, hard enough to make me arch, then switched to the other while his hips kept slamming into

I came again with almost no warning-sharp, intense, my walls clamping down around him so tight he cursed. He fucked me through it without slowing, dragging the orgasm out until I was whimpering and oversensitive.

He pulled out only long enough to flip me onto my stomach. I went willingly, pushing up onto my knees. He entered me from behind in one hard thrust and immediately set a brutal pace. One hand gripped my hip. The other reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.

“Julian, fuck, I’m going to-”

“Come again,” he ordered. “I want to feel it.”

I did. The third orgasm ripped through me so hard my arms gave out. I dropped to my elbows, face pressed into the pillow, moaning brokenly while he kept pounding into me. He followed a few strokes later, burying himself deep and coming with a low, guttural sound that vibrated against my spine. I felt every pulse of him inside me.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Sweat cooled on my skin. His hand stroked slowly up and down my side, gentler now.

After a minute he pulled out carefully. I felt the warm slide of his cum leaking out of me and onto the sheets. He collapsed beside me and immediately pulled me against his chest, one heavy arm draped over my waist, hand resting protectively over the small curve of my stomach.

I turned my head enough to look at him. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling that same crooked, satisfied smile.

“Still think I’m a cheater?” he murmured.

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