Chapter 203
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Katia’s POV
I tried to shift slightly to find a more comfortable position, moving my hips just an inch to the left. As I moved, I came in direct contact with him.
My breath hitched. His cock was hard again.
It was a thick, rigid weight pressed against the back of my thigh. I almost screamed because the logic of it didn’t make sense. We had just finished in the shower. He had just emptied himself inside me with a force that should have left him exhausted for a week. But there it was.
What the fuck do you mean his dick is always up?
The sheer stamina of the man was terrifying.
I felt him move behind me. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t ask if I was okay or if I needed a break. I felt the heat of his chest press against my back, his skin hot and damp. He reached down, his large hand finding my hip and pulling me firmly against him. I felt the head of his cock rub against the entrance of my pussy. I was so wet that he didn’t even need to try. He just slanted his hips and slid his cock inside me while I was still lying on my side.
I let out a low, broken sound. He was so thick that the initial entry made my eyes water. The soreness I had been feeling was immediately overwritten by the sensation of him pushing back into the space he had just claimed.
Julian started to thrust. It wasn’t a fast movement; it was slow and heavy. He was using his weight to drive himself in as deep as possible. He reached around my body, his hand finding my breast and pinching the nipple very hard.
“Julian,” I called out.
My voice was a ragged whisper. I was tired. My body was at its limit, and I genuinely didn’t think I could take any more of his dick without breaking. I wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him that I was too sore, but the physical sensation of him moving inside me was making my protests die in my throat.
“Shut up and just take it,” he barked.
His voice was deep, vibrating against my spine. I obeyed. I closed my eyes and gripped the edge of the pillow, forcing myself to relax my muscles so he could go deeper. He didn’t show any mercy. He kept up the slow, punishing rhythm, his cock hitting my cervix with every thrust. The friction was intense. I could feel the way my internal walls were clenching around him, trying to hold onto the size of him even though it hurt.
He wasn’t satisfied with the side position for long. Just as I thought he was about to reach his release, he let go of my breast and pulled out. I felt the sudden cold of the air where he had been, and then he was moving. He grabbed my waist and hauled me into a doggy-style position.
He didn’t give me time to steady myself. He held my waist with a grip that I knew would leave bruises and fucked me hard. The force of his thrusts made my head snap forward, my breasts pressing down into the pillow while my ass was pushed high in the air for him to take.
I screamed into the fabric of the bed. I couldn’t handle it. He was hitting all the right places and the wrong places at the same time. He was relentless. Every thrust felt like it was going through me, reaching into my stomach. I haven’t had a man take me in seven years. The void of those seven years was being filled by the most aggressive, dominating sex of my life.
I had forgotten what this felt like. I had forgotten how a man’s cock could make me forget everything—including my own name. There was nothing in the world except the sound of Julian’s breathing and the wet, heavy thud of his hips hitting my ass.
I was shaking. My arms were giving out, my elbows buckling under the weight of his attack. He sensed it. He reached under me, grabbed my shoulders, and flipped me onto my back in one fluid motion. He didn’t pull out. He kept us connected, the movement causing his cock to swirl inside me in a way that made my toes curl.
He grabbed my ankles and shoved my legs up onto his shoulders. The angle was extreme. It opened me up completely, leaving no resistance. He started fucking me with a frantic, desperate energy. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the muscles of his shaft pulsing against my walls.
The soreness was still there, but it was being drowned out by the sheer volume of the pleasure. I started to moan his name, my hands reaching up to grip his forearms. I started to milk his cock, my pussy clenching and unclenching in an attempt to draw him out. I wanted him to finish. I needed him to finish before I lost consciousness.
I felt his body tense. His thrusts became short and shallow, his hips vibrating against mine. He growled, a sound that started in his chest and ended in my mouth as he leaned down to kiss me.
He came inside me again. I felt the hot, thick pulse of his release hit the back of my pussy, and the sensation was so intense that I shook uncontrollably. I came with him at the exact same time, my vision going white, my body finally collapsing into the mattress as the last of my energy evaporated.
We stayed like that, tangled together, the silence of the room finally returning. My pussy was still throbbing around his softening cock, and I knew that when the sun came up, I wouldn’t be able to move. But for the first time in seven years, the ache was exactly what I wanted.
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