Chapter 461
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Katia’s POV
I started to ride him. Slow at first, then harder, rolling my hips so he rubbed that spot inside me every time I came down.My breasts bounced with it. He sat up and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and held him there.
“Yes. Like that. Suck p>
He did. Teeth just enough to sting. His hands stayed on my ass, helping me lift and drop without taking the pace from me. I fucked him like I had been thinking about it through every quiet hour in that hospital bed. Wet sounds filled the room. My thighs burned. I didn’t care.
“Look at me,” I said.
He looked.
“This cunt is yours. This baby is yours. You don’t get to treat me like glass when I tell you I want to be fucked p>
“I know.” His voice was wrecked. “Take it. Take all of it p>
I slammed down harder. The angle made my vision blur. I reached between us and rubbed my clit while I rode him. The pleasure stacked fast. My mouth fell open.
“I’m going to come p>
“Come on, me p>
I did. Hard. My body clamped around his cock, and I shook in his lap, forehead dropped to his, moaning his name like I couldn’t hold it in. He groaned and held my hips still through it, buried to the hilt.
I stayed on him while I came down, panting.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I said.
“I already came in your mouth p>
“And you’re still hard. Good. I’m not done p>
I lifted off him. He made a sound of protest. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his face.
“Eat p>
He didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth opened under my pussy, and he licked into me like he had been waiting for permission. I held the headboard and ground down on his tongue. He sucked my clit. Two fingers pushed into me again, curling. I was still sensitive from coming, and it made everything sharper.
“Fuck. Julian. Don’t stop p>
He didn’t. He ate me until my thighs shook and I came again, messy, wet on his mouth, one hand fisted in his hair. He kept licking through it until I had to pull off him because it was too much.
I dropped onto my side, breathing hard. He rolled toward me, cock still standing against his stomach, shining from me.
“On your back,” I said.
He went.
I climbed over him again and took him back inside. This time I planted my hands on his chest and fucked him with shorter, deeper strokes. Sweat slid between my breasts. His hands roamed my waist, my ass, and the underside of my stomach, careful and hungry at the same time.
“Tell me if I go too hard p>
“You won’t.” I leaned down and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. “I know my body. I know what I can take p>
I rode him until his control started to crack. His hips twitched under me. I pinned them down with my weight.
“I said I fuck you p>
“Then fuck me properly,” he growled.
I did. I used him. I took him deep and stayed there, grinding, then lifted and dropped again. The bed complained. My moans got louder. I didn’t quiet them.
“Come in, me,” I said when I felt him swell. “Fill me up. I want it p>
He came with a broken sound, hands locked on my hips, cock kicking inside me. I kept moving through it, slower, pulling every last pulse out of him. Then I collapsed forward onto his chest, still joined, his heartbeat slamming under my ear.
We stayed like that.
After a while I felt him soften and slip out of me. His cum leaked down my thigh. I didn’t move to clean it.
His hand stroked my back.
“Are you good p>
“I’m better than good.” I kissed his chest. “I needed that. I needed you to stop treating my body like a warning sign p>
“I was scared p>
“I know. Be scared tomorrow. Tonight you belong under me p>
He huffed a quiet laugh.
“You’re not finished, are you p>
“No p>
I reached down and wrapped my hand around him. Soft. Warm. Wet with both of us. I stroked him until he twitched and started to thicken again.
“Pregnant and greedy,” he muttered.
“You married me. Deal with it p>
I kissed my way back down his body and took him into my mouth a second time. He was not fully hard yet, which made it easier to take him deep. I sucked him back to full hardness with slow pulls, humming around him, one hand cupping his balls. He swore and watched me like he couldn’t look away.
When he was hard enough, I crawled up and sank onto him again, facing away this time, hands on his thighs, riding him reverse. His view of my ass and the wet place where he disappeared into me made him groan loud.
“That’s it,” I said over my shoulder. “Watch your wife take that cock p>
His hands gripped my hips. I set the pace. Deep. Filthy. Unapologetic. I reached back and put his hand on my breast, then lower, over the small curve of my stomach, then between my legs.
“Rub me. I want another one p>
He rubbed my clit while I bounced on him. The third orgasm hit slower and thicker than the first two. I shook through it and kept moving, greedy, using his cock until my legs started to fail.
He sat up behind me, chest to my back, arms around me, still letting me stay on top of the movement even as he held me up.
“I’ve got you p>
“I know.” I turned my head and kissed him messily. “One more. Come with me p>
He did. I felt him break inside me again, heat spilling deep, his mouth open against my shoulder. I clenched around him and took it, moaning, full, claimed, and claiming him back.
We fell sideways after that, still tangled, sweaty, and wrecked. The sheets were a mess. My mouth tasted like him. My thighs were wet with both of us.
Julian pulled the blanket over my hip and kissed the back of my neck.
“You set the rules,” he said, voice rough. “Any time you want it like this, you take it p>
I smiled into the pillow.
“Good. Because I’m going to want it again before morning p>
His arm tightened around me.
“Then I’ll be right here p>
I closed my eyes with him still pressed against my back, sore in the best way, full of him, and for the first time in days my body felt like mine again. Not a patient. Not a target. Just a woman who had taken her husband apart and swallowed every drop he gave her.
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