Chapter172 Your exclusive sex toy is your husband

Chapter172 Your exclusive sex toy is your husband
Chloe

When the sun fully rose over the ocean, Julian didn’t suggest heading back. Instead, he looked at me and said quietly, “Let’s give Liora to Matilda for a few days. We’re staying here.”

I didn’t hesitate. After Matilda came to pick up Liora, the villa felt strangely empty and quiet. The moment the door closed behind them, the last thread of restraint between us snapped.

Julian grabbed me and slammed me against the wall before we even reached the bedroom. His mouth was rough on mine as he yanked my dress up and shoved my panties aside. He didn’t waste time. He freed himself and thrust into me in one hard, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he growled against my neck. “You’re dripping already.”

He started moving immediately, fucking me hard against the wall. Each thrust lifted me onto my toes. My breasts, still heavy with milk, bounced with every movement, and soon thin streams of milk began leaking down my skin.

Julian noticed instantly. He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, drinking greedily while he kept pounding into me.

The wet sound of him sucking mixed with the slap of skin. I moaned loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders.

By the time we finally made it to the bedroom, I was already shaking. Julian flipped me onto my hands and knees and entered me again from behind, gripping my hips hard. This time he was even rougher, his pace brutal.

“Julian… wait,” I panted after a while, my voice trembling. “You’ve already come inside me so many times… I’m scared I’ll get pregnant again.”

Julian slowed down but didn’t pull out. He leaned over my back, his chest pressed against me, and spoke right next to my ear.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said, voice low and steady. “You’ve been taking birth control pills... but I still didn’t want you to worry, so one month ago, I had a vasectomy.”

I turned my head to look at him, surprised. “You… did what?”

The words hit me hard. Suddenly, the memory came rushing back — one month ago, Julian had abruptly arranged a three-day business trip to New York.

At the time, he had been unusually clingy, even though he was leaving. He kept pulling me into his arms every chance he got, almost reluctant to go. When he finally came back, his walking posture had looked slightly off, like he was in discomfort, but he brushed it off as jet lag and long flights.

Now it all made sense. He had gone behind my back and gotten the surgery.

“I did it for you,” he answered, thrusting deep again. “I know you want to go back to work. I know you’re not ready for another baby. So I made sure it won’t happen.” He bit my shoulder lightly. “Now I can fuck you and fill you as much as I want, and you’ll never have to be scared.”

A wave of relief mixed with heat washed over me. Knowing he had already taken such permanent measures made something inside me loosen. At the same time, the possessiveness in his words only made me wetter.

Julian seemed to feel it. He let out a dark chuckle and started moving again, harder this time.

“That’s right,” he muttered. “No more holding back. These three days, I’m going to fuck you however I want.”

On the second day, the intensity only grew. In the afternoon, I put on the tiny white nurse outfit I had secretly packed. The dress was so short it barely covered my ass, and the thin fabric stretched tightly over my full breasts. A small nurse cap sat on my head.

When Julian saw me, his eyes darkened immediately.

He grabbed me without a word and bent me over the dining table. He flipped the short dress up, tore my panties off, and slammed into me from behind. One hand reached around to squeeze my breasts, forcing milk to spray out onto the wooden surface with every thrust.

“Look at you,” he said roughly. “Dressing up like a nurse while your tits are leaking everywhere. You want me to milk you like a cow while I fuck this pussy?”

“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Please… milk me.”

Julian did exactly that. He fucked me hard while pinching and squeezing my nipples, forcing more milk out with every brutal movement. The table was soon wet beneath us.

Later that night, after another intense round left us both breathless, I suddenly remembered the box of toys we used to play with before Liora was born.

Wanting to add a little extra excitement to the moment, I reached for the drawer beside the bed. Julian caught my wrist immediately. Without hesitation, he picked up the entire box, walked to the window, and threw it outside.

He turned back to me, breathing heavily.

“Sooner or later, I’m throwing all of them out,” he said, voice rough. “Your exclusive sex toy is your husband. And I’m going to make damn sure I can satisfy you better than any of that shit ever could.”

By the third day, we had lost count of how many times we’d had sex. We moved from the bed to the floor, from the shower back to the bed again.

Julian took me in every position imaginable — on my back with my legs over his shoulders, riding him while he sucked on my breasts, pressed against the glass door of the balcony. Every time I came, he kept going, chasing his own release while whispering filthy things in my ear.

During one of the slower moments, with him moving deep inside me, I looked up at his face and felt something shift in my chest.

This man had protected me when no one else would. He had destroyed people who tried to hurt me. He had quietly taken care of my mother’s treatment. He had stood in front of everyone and claimed me as his wife.

And now, even in the middle of his own desire, he had gone as far as getting a vasectomy just so I could feel safe.

I reached up and touched his face.

“I love you,” I whispered.

Julian’s rhythm faltered for a second. He leaned down and kissed me hard, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense.

“I know,” he said against my lips. “I can feel it every time you come on my cock.”

On the final night, we were both exhausted, covered in sweat and marks. Julian had me on my back, moving slowly and deeply while my milk continued to leak between us. He looked down at me, eyes heavy with satisfaction and something deeper.

“Three days,” he murmured. “And I’m still not done with you.”

I smiled tiredly, my body sore but strangely content.

“Then don’t stop,” I answered softly.

Julian kissed me again, slower this time, and kept moving inside me until we both came one last time.

When we finally collapsed beside each other, he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly against his chest.

Three days and nights had passed in a haze of raw need, filthy words, and complete surrender. My body ached, but my heart felt strangely light.