Twisted (Never After #4)(91)

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Nodding, I lean forward again, my hand gripping the base of him as I suck him deep, taking him all the way down to the base of his cock and creating suction on the way back up until my cheeks hollow. He doesn’t force me down again, allowing me to go at my own pace, and I double my efforts, wanting to feel him as he unloads everything he has on my tongue.

“Fuck.”

One of my hands moves to his balls, lightly scratching against the sensitive flesh while I’m bobbing my head down the length of his cock, and they jerk in my hand.

I’m so wet, I can feel it pooling in my panties, and I start to reach down to give myself some relief, but before I get there, the grip on my face tightens.

“Do not touch yourself.”

The command in his tone is unmistakable and I listen, not feeling like disobeying this time, because I don’t want him to punish me even worse.

“You look so perfect like this,” he says. “With your makeup smeared and your pouty lips wrapped around my dick. I bet if I asked you to choke on it, you’d slide that pretty mouth down my length until you were gagging like a greedy little whore, wouldn’t you?”

A thrill sparks through me at his words, because I’ve never been talked to like that. Everyone has always walked on eggshells around me, and I never realized until him how much I needed the opposite.

I pop off him, my hand messy with saliva from where I reach up to continue stroking him. His dick throbs and satisfaction rushes through me.

He’s close.

“Fuck my face,” I beg. “Please.”

His eyes flare at my words and he doesn’t waste a second, gripping my hair so tightly it pulls at the root as he slips his length past my lips and drags me up and down his shaft. His hips thrust and he hits the back of my throat forcefully. My eyes water and my nose burns, but I push through, swallowing around him and drawing him in deeper.

“That’s my girl, amore mio. You were made for sucking my dick.”

Pleasure zings through me at his words, my hands reaching around his hips and grabbing onto his ass, feeling his muscles flex as he uses me like a toy.

I’m so wet that my panties are completely soaked through, but I remember what he said about not touching myself. Not letting myself come.

Julian’s breathing grows heavy and his eyes glaze over, his thrusts becoming erratic.

I moan around him, and that’s all it takes. His cock starts to pulse in my mouth, hot cum shooting down the back of my throat, and I flatten my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling that vein throb rhythmically with every drop.

It’s sexy, and it makes me ache from how badly I want him inside me.

“Swallow it all, gattina.”

I do, letting him slip out of me after and opening my mouth wide so he can see I didn’t waste a drop.

He groans, bending over and kissing me, his tongue tangling with mine until I’m sure he can taste himself, and then he breaks away and cups my cheek, his thumb smearing the wetness that’s left on my lips.

“You are so fucking perfect. And so fucking mine.”

He swoops down and lifts me, cradling me in his arms and plopping me back on the bed, tucking me in and smoothing down my hair. He spends the rest of the plane ride catering to my every need: bringing me a drink, making sure I have food, combing my hair, and whispering that he loves me.

It’s nice, and when we finally make it home, I’m floating on a cloud of bliss, wondering how he could have gone from someone I hated so vehemently to this so quickly.

But the good feeling doesn’t last, because before I even get up the stairs, I’m checking my voicemails, and Shaina’s voice comes on the line.

Her tone is soft and soothing, and the second she speaks, I just know.

Dropping the phone from my hands, I spin around from the foyer of the house, meeting Julian’s eyes.

He stops short and then nods when he sees the tears that I’m trying to keep at bay brimming.

Julian doesn’t waste any time, taking me to the estate himself, and when we reach my father’s bedroom door, Shaina is there, looking at us with tears in her beautiful big brown eyes.

Emotion burns through my chest, a heavy ache settling in deep. I open my mouth to speak, to maybe ask how he is or what I can do, but my breathing stutters the moment I do, grief welling up like a tidal wave.

Julian’s arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into his side, giving me silent support while he presses kisses to my temple.

“He’s asleep,” Shaina says without me asking.

“Will he wake up?” I force out.

She shakes her head softly.

My heart splits.

She walks toward me, reaching out and grasping my hand in hers. “But he can hear you. And I know he’s been holding on until you could make it back.”

A tear drips down my face, my throat so swollen I can hardly breathe. I nod, spinning around to look at Julian.

He cups my cheeks, wiping away the tears before they can hit my chin.

“I don’t know how to do this,” I whisper, my voice cracking.

Sighing, he presses a kiss to my forehead before leaning away and staring directly into my eyes.

“There’s nothing for you to do, amore mio,” he soothes. “Just walk in there, hold his hand one last time, and say goodbye.”

My face screws up as tears fall without me being able to stop them, my breaths stuttering from the pain that’s shredding my chest in two.