Chapter 463
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Katia’s POV
I planted my hands on his chest and fucked him. Not pretty. Not shy. I used his cock. Lifted until the head almost slipped free, then dropped and took all of him. My wet hair stuck to my breasts. His eyes stayed on the place we were joined, then on my face, then on the small curve of my stomach.
“Look at you,” he muttered. “Taking it. Sitting on me like you own me p>
“I do own you.” I leaned down and bit his jaw. “Say it p>
“You own me p>
“Louder p>
“You own me p>
I kissed him messy and kept riding. The bed complained. My moans got uglier. I reached back and cupped his balls while I bounced on him, and he made a sound that was almost a snarl.
“You close p>
“Yes p>
“Not inside. I want it on me first p>
I lifted off him, wrapped my hand around his cock, and stroked him fast. He came with a broken groan, stripes of it hitting my stomach and the underside of my breasts. I looked down at the mess and laughed under my breath.
“That’s pretty p>
He stared at me like he wanted to put me on my back and couldn’t because I had already told him no.
I scooped some of it with two fingers and pushed those fingers into my mouth.
His cock twitched against his thigh.
“You’re not human p>
“I’m your wife.” I smeared the rest of it lower, over my clit, then took his still-sensitive cock and rubbed the head through the mess. “And you’re getting hard again p>
He was. God help him, he was.
I turned around, put my knees on either side of his chest, and took him into my mouth while I sat my pussy over his face. He grabbed my ass and pulled me down. I sucked him deep, tasting both of us, while he licked me from behind. The wet noise of it filled the room. I gagged once when I took him too far and didn’t stop. Spit ran down his shaft. He swore into my cunt.
I pulled off him with a string of spit still connecting my lip to the head.
“I’m putting you back in p>
I turned, straddled him, and sat down on his cock again. Slower this time because I was swollen and used. The slide still made both of us groan. I stayed sitting on him, full, and rolled my hips in tight circles.
“Missed this,” I whispered. “Missed having you stuffed in me. Missed how stupid you look when I take you like this p>
“I missed you.” His hands slid up my sides. “I missed your mouth. I missed this cunt. I missed you telling me what to do p>
“Then listen.” I lifted and dropped. “Fuck up into me. Short. I stay on top p>
He did. Small, hard thrusts from below while I owned the angle. Every one of them hit deep. I rubbed my clit and watched his face fall apart.
“Come in, me this time p>
“Katia p>
“I want it dripping out of me when I walk to the bathroom. Do it p>
He came with his head tipped back and his fingers digging into my ass. Heat spilled into me. I kept grinding until he twitched from it, then I sat there full of him and let myself come one more time, quieter, shaking, forehead on his collarbone.
We stayed joined until he slipped out. His cum followed, warm, running down my thigh onto his stomach.
I laughed against his skin.
“That’s a waste p>
“Then don’t get up p>
“I have to pee and I’m sticky and I still want you again after that. I’m getting up p>
I did. I felt him leak out of me with every step to the bathroom. I cleaned just enough, came back, and found him sitting against the headboard, cock half hard, watching me like he was ready to go another round if I said so.
I crawled onto the bed and pushed his knees apart.
“One more. Then we sleep p>
“You said that last time p>
“I lied last time too p>
I sucked him clean first, tasting his cum and my own mess, then I climbed into his lap, facing him, and took him inside again. This time I wrapped my arms around his neck and fucked him slow and deep, kissing him through it, telling him filthy things against his mouth.
“This pussy missed you p>
“I know p>
“You don’t know. You were treating me like I might crack. I wanted to sit on your face the first night I came home p>
“You can sit on my face whenever you want p>
“I know. I just did p>
I came on him again with my face on his neck, biting him so I wouldn’t wake the house. He held my ass and let me use him until he followed, quieter this time, buried to the hilt, breathing like he had run a mile.
After that I really did drop.
He pulled the sheet over us. My hair soaked the pillow. His hand rested on my stomach, warm and sure.
“Are you good?” he asked.
“I’m full. I’m sore, and I’m happy.” I kissed his chest. “Don’t you dare act shocked when I wake you up with my mouth later p>
His laugh was tired and real.
“I won’t p>
I closed my eyes with his cock still softening against my thigh and the smell of sex thick on the sheets. For a few hours, the rest of the world could wait. I had my husband under me, inside me, on my tongue, and I was not done missing him yet.
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