Julian’s POV
Her mouth was still open, her lips wet and trembling from everything I’d already done. Tears streaked her cheeks, but she looked up at me like she wanted more. Like she needed it.
I didn’t give her time to breathe.
I shifted forward on my knees, my hands planted flat on the bed beside her head, body arched over her like I was doing push-ups. My c**k hung heavy right above her face—thick, throbbing, and slick at the tip. The heat from her breath brushed me, making it twitch.
I dropped my hips fast.
The head of my c**k pushed past her lips, stretched them wide, and slammed deep into her throat in one rough thrust. She gagged hard—wet, choking sound filling the room—her throat tightening around me like a fist. Saliva spilled out the corners of her mouth instantly, and tears
