Julian couldn't believe what he was seeing. His breath hitched as his eyes road over April's body, taking in every inch of her stunning figure.
It wasn't just her angelic face that had captivated him from the start—it was the way her body seed designed to lure every gaze and stir every desire.
Though she was shorter than him, her fra was a masterpiece of sensuality, her curves perfectly accentuated in ways that seed almost unreal.
A wave of heat surged through Julian, and he felt a tightening below that made him clench his fists.
Not now. Not like this,he scolded himself, hating his reaction. He was hard and ready to fuck at this ti.
This wasn't the ti to give in to those feelings. He had a mission, and every second counted.
His focus snapped back to April, who lay stretched out on Ross's toned chest.
Her flushed face carried a serene, almost blissful expression, her lips slightly parted as if lost in a dream.
The aftermath of her first orgasm tonight had left her body languid, her movents slow and unguarded.
She didn't even notice how her soft cheek now rested against Ross's enormous cock, the re sight of which made Julian's stomach twist with both fear and disbelief.
"That's… that's a monster's cock!" Julian thought, his eyes widening as he struggled to process what he was seeing.
It wasn't just large—it was monstrous.
The thick, veiny length seed almost inhuman, each ridge and bulge pulsating with an intimidating power.
It was a sight ant to dominate, to intimidate, and it was doing just that to Julian's resolve.
For a mont, his determination wavered. How could he compete with that? How could anyone?
But as his gaze shifted back to April, a sharp pang of jealousy and anger reignited his will.
"No! April is mine!" he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible but brimming with fierce intensity.
He forced himself to move, crawling across the cold floor as silently as possible.
Every muscle in his body protested, still weak from the earlier encounter, but he pushed through. He wouldn't—couldn't—let this end like this.
He refused to lose her.
From ti to ti, he glanced up, his heart pounding as he watched April's delicate fingers twitch, her chest rising and falling with soft breaths.
She seed so at ease, so unaware of the battle raging in his mind.
And Ross—damn him—lay there like so smug titan, his massive big hard long fat dick dwarfing everything around him.
The sight of Ross's cock pressed so brazenly against April's face made Julian's blood boil.
I have to do this, Julian reminded himself, his movents growing faster as adrenaline surged through his veins.
His body was recovering quickly, the initial weakness fading with each passing second. He kept his eyes forward, crawling with renewed purpose.
April needs .
He repeated the thought like a mantra, drowning out the doubts that threatened to pull him under.
Whatever it took, whatever the cost, he wouldn't back down. Not now. Not ever.
"Hmmm…" A weak moan escaped April's lips as she lay sprawled on the bed, her body trembling and utterly spent.
She could barely catch her breath, her chest heaving from the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced.
Her limbs felt heavy, useless, and a wave of drowsiness swept over her, begging her to let go and drift into unconsciousness.
But just as her eyelids fluttered shut, sothing—or soone—caught her attention.
She forced her eyes open and saw him.
Julian.
At the edge of the bed, her boyfriend was struggling to his feet. He looked like a shadow of himself, his body battered and bruised, yet his resolve burned brighter than ever.
His gaze was locked on her, and there was sothing in his eyes—a plea, a promise, a determination that she had never seen before.
"Julian…" April whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Julian finally stood up as he staggered forward, his legs unsteady but refusing to give out.
Slowly, he extended his hand toward her, his fingers trembling as they reached for hers. April raised her own hand instinctively, the tips of their fingers almost touching.
For a brief mont, she dared to hope.
But the mont shattered.
A massive shadow lood over Julian, blocking out the dim light of the room. Branson.
The hulking figure moved with terrifying speed, his large hand closing around Julian's neck like an iron clamp.
April gasped, her hand freezing in midair as she watched in horror.
"No!" she scread, but her voice couldn't stop what happened next.
With a grunt of effort, Branson lifted Julian off the ground as though he weighed nothing at all.
Then, with a sickening burst of force, he hurled Julian across the room like a discarded toy.
"Bang!"
The sound of impact reverberated through the room as Julian slamd into the farthest wall.
The air was knocked from his lungs in a painful gasp, and his body crumpled to the ground like a broken doll. For a mont, he didn't move.
April's heart clenched in her chest, her voice breaking as she scread, "Julian! No!"
A groan escaped Julian's lips as he began to stir. Pain coursed through his body, but he refused to let it keep him down.
Clutching his ribs, he forced himself to roll onto his side, then onto his elbows.
Every movent was agony, but he gritted his teeth and focused on one thing—April.
The slap Branson had delivered earlier had nearly killed him, yet sohow this was different.
This ti, his body wasn't as broken. Perhaps it was adrenaline, perhaps sheer willpower, but Julian found the strength to move.
He began to crawl. Again.
Every inch forward felt like climbing a mountain, his battered limbs screaming for him to stop.
But he wouldn't. He couldn't. Determination burned in his chest, stronger than the pain coursing through him.
"Julian, stop! Please!" April sobbed, her voice cracking with desperation.
She could see his agony, could feel it in every labored breath he took.
She wanted nothing more than to run to him, to shield him, to save him from this nightmare.
But she couldn't move.
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