Chapter 494 The Last Night

Katia’s POV

Our plane was leaving in the morning, but Julian still walked me down to the beach as though the last night belonged to us alone.

The sun was slowly dropping toward the horizon, and the sand was still warm beneath my feet. Julian had sent everyone away, leaving the entire shore empty for us. He spread a blanket above the tide line and pulled me down onto it before I even had a chance to sit properly.

“I do not want this to end,” he admitted.

“The nights at home will not go back to waiting,” I reminded him. “You promised.”

“I keep my promises. This is our last night on the sand, and I am not being gentle.”

“Good,” I whispered.

He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his hand slipped beneath my dress. His palm closed around my ass, pulling me firmly against his cock. I was already wet for him. The moment he felt it, he swore against my mouth.

“Dress off,” he ordered.

I pulled the dress over my head. There was nothing underneath it. Julian stripped too. His cock was thick and hard, the head already wet as he held himself in his hand. He stroked himself once while looking at me as though he wasdeciding how long he could make himself last.

“On your back,” he said.

I lay down on the blanket. Julian came over me, sucked one of my nipples into his mouth until my back arched, then slid two fingers inside me. He fucked me with them until my hips began chasing every movement of his hand.

“You are soaked,” he murmured.

“I have been thinking about this since we were on the terrace.”

“Then take me.”

He lined himself up and pushed inside me with one long stroke. The stretch pulled a gasp from my throat. Julian stayed completely still once he reached the base, pressing his forehead against mine.

“You take my cock so well,” he said. “You used to complain that it was too big.”

“Back then, I was not used to it.”

“You are used to it now. Every stroke. Tell me if you need me to stop, and I will stop. Otherwise, I am not stopping.”

“I will not say it,” I promised. “Move. I love you.”

He pulled out until only the head remained inside me before driving himself all the way back in. Hard. The sand shifted beneath the blanket from the force of the movement. He did it again, using his full length. Then again. My legs wrapped around him before Julian hooked one of my knees over his arm so he could get deeper. He kept that pace, long and mean, his hips meeting mine with every thrust.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

“I see you,” I gasped. “I love you. Harder.”

“I love you too. You are going to take all of it.”

He pulled out and drove back inside me, repeating the movement again and again. Every thrust forced another sound from my mouth. The wet slap of our bodies mixed with the sound of the waves behind us. Julian did not rush the strokes. He wanted me to feel the slow drag when he pulled out and the fullness when he pushed back in, over and over, until my nails were digging into his back.

“Rub your clit,” he ordered. “I want the first one while you are on my cock.”

I did exactly what he told me. Julian watched my hand while he continued thrusting, deep and steady in the only way that mattered because he never stopped. The first orgasm hit me sharply. I clenched around him and cried out his name. He fucked me through it, still using those long, deep strokes.

“Again,” he demanded. “I am not done with you, and you are not done either.”

“I can take it,” I breathed.

“I know you can.”

Julian rolled us over. I ended up on top of him, my knees sinking into the sand at the edge of the blanket as I lowered myself onto his cock. He was still hard and wet with me. I took him all the way to the base and stayed there for a moment, my body still shaking from the first orgasm.

“Ride me,” he ordered. “Fuck me. Use it.”

I lifted myself until he almost slipped out before dropping back down. The first time, I moved slowly so he could feel every inch. Then I did it again, harder. I lifted, dropped, and ground myself against him. His hands came up to hold my breasts, and he pinched my nipples while thrusting upward to meet me.

“Talk to me,” he demanded.

“I love you. I love your cock. I am used to it now. Stay deep.”

“I am deep,” Julian said. “Take it. I love you.”

I rode him until my thighs started burning. Julian grabbed my hips and pulled me down to meet every upward thrust. Down and up. Again and again. I came on top of him, my legs becoming unsteady while my cunt gripped him in tight pulses. He did not allow me to climb off.

“Back under me,” he ordered.

He flipped me onto my back and pushed inside me again before the shaking had even stopped. His pace was faster now. Meaner. He held my thighs open so I could not close them and fucked me with full strokes, pulling out until the head dragged toward my entrance before slamming himself all the way back to the base.

“Too much?” Julian asked.

“No,” I gasped. “Do not stop. I love you.”

“Good girl. Take every one.”

The third orgasm rolled through me so hard that my legs kicked before they started trembling uncontrollably. Julian kept going. Five more deep thrusts. Then six. Seven. He talked to me through every one of them.

“That is it,” he encouraged. “Shake for me. I love you. One more. Give it to me.”

“Julian, I cannot—”

“You can,” he assured me. “I have you. Come.”

He rubbed my clit while thrusting all the way to the base, over and over, until I broke again. The pleasure was so overwhelming that the beach disappeared around me. My legs went loose beneath him. I heard myself saying his name, then felt him come inside me, his hips jerking through the release while his voice remained close to my ear, telling me that he loved me.

Then everything went dark.

When I came back, I was in Julian’s arms, still lying on the sand. His cock was softening inside me, and one of his hands was gently holding my face.

“There you are,” he murmured. “You passed out.”

“You fucked me until I did.”

“You took every stroke,” he said. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Carry me back to the villa. I cannot walk.”

He did exactly that. My legs were completely useless, and judging by the satisfied expression on his face, Julian did not look sorry about it at all.