Chapter 440

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Julian’s POV

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 p>

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 p>

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

“Fuck me. Right here p>

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 reaching 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 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 p>

I flipped us without pulling out. Her back hit the mattress. I hooked 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.

I gave it to her.

I fucked her through another orgasm, then pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slammed back in from behind. One hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. She pushed back to meet every thrust. The wet sound of our bodies was filthy. I reached under her and rubbed her clit again until she came shaking, face pressed into the pillow, voice muffled and broken.

I didn’t stop.

I kept fucking her until my own orgasm built so hard I couldn’t hold it. I buried myself as deep as I could and came with a low, guttural sound, pulsing inside her while she clenched around me.

We collapsed together, sweaty, sticky, and breathing hard. I stayed inside her until I softened. When I finally pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs onto the sheets. I rolled onto my side and pulled her against me, careful of her stomach, and pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder.

Katia turned her head enough to look at me. Her eyes were still bright, still full of that post-race fire.

“We’re not done,” she said, voice hoarse. “Give me ten minutes p>

I laughed against her skin, already feeling my cock twitch with interest again.

“Take all the time you need,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere p>

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