Chapter 266

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Katia’s POV

Julian let me. He didn’t try to take control; he didn’t try to pin my wrists, his large hands simply settling flat against my waist, letting me drive the pace of the kiss with an aggressive, consuming hunger that tasted like the scotch and the ash of the track.

I broke the kiss just long enough to grab his collar, hauling him backward toward the living room. I threw him onto the couch.

Julian hit the leather, his large frame sinking into the cushions. He didn’t try to stand up. He sat there, his legs parted, his dark eyes tracking every inch of my bare skin with a heavy, suffocating weight.

I dropped to my knees on the floor between his thighs.

My fingers flew to his belt, unbuckling the leather and ripping his zipper down. His cock sprang free—massive, thick, and already fully rigid, pulsing with a dark, heavy pressure that leaked a single drop of hot pre-cum against his stomach. I didn’t waste time. I reached out, my hands wrapping around his thick shaft, and leaned in.

I started to suck on his cock.

I started with the tip, my lips wrapping tightly around the swollen head, my tongue swirling over the sensitive skin as I took him deep into my throat. I sucked him hard, the vacuum of my mouth drawing the heat directly from his balls. I reached down, my fingers cupping his heavy sack, my tongue licking and sucking the soft, sensitive skin of his balls while I continued to swallow his shaft.

“Fuck!” Julian growled.

The sound started deep in his chest, a low, animal vibration that I felt against my face. His hands came down, his fingers burying into my messy, damp hair, holding my head flat against his groin as his hips gave a single, violent twitch.

He came in my mouth.

The hot, thick pulse of his release filled my throat, over and over, heavy and sweet. I didn’t pull back. I stayed right there, my lips sealed around his shaft, swallowing everything he gave me while looking straight into his dark, glazed eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, his voice a broken, breathless rasp.

He reached down, his hands clamping around my waist to bend me over, trying to force me onto my stomach to take me from behind. But I didn’t move. I remained in one place, my thighs locking, resisting the leverage of his hands.

Today, the rules were mine.

I climbed on top of him, my knees straddling his thick thighs as I hovered over his lap. I reached down, my fingers finding his wet, heavy cock and guiding the rigid head directly to my entrance. I was dripping wet, my body completely open, and I sat down on him in one single, heavy plunge.

Julian’s head thrown back against the leather cushions of the couch, a sharp, choked gasp leaving his lips as I filled myself with the entire length of him.

I started to rock back and forth.

I didn’t go fast. I kept it slow, grinding my hips against his, the friction of our wetness slick and loud in the quiet room. Julian’s hands came up, his palms flat against my ass, his fingers digging deep into my skin to hold me down as I rode him. He leaned forward, his mouth finding one of my breasts, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard, his tongue swirling over the peak while I continued to rock on his cock.

Julian moaned.

It was a low, ragged, and entirely broken sound. I had never heard him moan since we started fucking—he was always the one in control, the one commanding me, the one forcing the noise out of my throat. But today, he was out of it. He was completely at my mercy, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched, his eyes closed tight as he took the full, unyielding depth of my hips.

I was in control.

I leaned down, taking his mouth in a deep, wet kiss, my tongue mirroring the heavy, rhythmic grinding of our pelvic bones. I rocked him hard, my thighs burning with the effort, my internal walls clamping down on his thick shaft with an agonizing tightness.

I came a couple of times. The release hit me in sharp, electric waves that made my pussy spasm around his dick, but I didn’t stop. I kept moving, keeping my weight heavy on him, driving him deeper into the leather.

I felt him start to twitch inside me. The muscles of his shaft were pulsing violently, his hips lifting slightly off the cushions as he neared the edge.

I didn’t let him pull back. I continued to ride him, my pace relentless, until he let out a hard, guttural growl deep in his chest and spilled his seed inside me. The hot, thick pulse of his release hit my cervix, and I rode him through the entire release, my body taking the impact of his final, heavy thrusts until his thighs were shaking under mine.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin and our shared heat.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our breathing the only sound in the dark room. I was still sitting on his cock, feeling the physical pulse of his heartbeat inside me as his shaft began to slowly soften.

I raised my head, looking down at his face.

“How long have you known?” I asked.

Julian didn’t look away. His eyes were still dark, glazed with the aftermath of his release, but his face was entirely steady.

“I suspected,” he said, his voice a quiet, level rumble. “But I was sure after Dubai p>

“And you never asked p>

“No p>

“Why p>

“Because you didn’t seem like you wanted anyone to know who was behind the visor,” he said.

I didn’t say anything. The logic of his silence was so simple, so completely protective, that it made the remaining walls in my chest crumble into dust. I slowly lowered my head, resting my cheek against his chest, listening to the fast, heavy beat of his heart under my ear.

Underneath me, Julian’s dick hardened again.

It thickened inside my wet, swollen core, expanding until it filled every inch of me once more. His hands clamped around my hips, and he started to thrust.

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