From Rejected Mate to Luna Chapter 88

Julia's POV

Matthew surged upward, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. His thumbs brushed over my nipples as his lips moved down my neck, across my collarbone, and back to my mouth. Each kiss, each touch sent waves of heat through my body, building a pressure low in my abdomen that I didn't know how to satisfy.

"Matthew," I gasped as his mouth traveled down to capture one nipple. The sensation of his tongue circling the sensitive peak had me clutching at his shoulders, my body trembling with unfamiliar desire.

"So responsive," he murmured, his lips vibrating against my sensitive skin. "I've been dreaming about tasting every inch of you."

He continued his path downward, trailing kisses across my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs wider. The cool air hit my wet pussy, making me acutely aware of how aroused I was, how desperately I needed something I couldn't articulate.

"Please," I whimpered, my hips lifting instinctively toward his mouth.

"Please what?" he teased, his hot breath purposely ghosting over my most sensitive flesh. "Tell me what you want, Julia."

"I don't know," I confessed, frustrated by my own inexperience. "I just need... something. Anything."

"You need my mouth on this pretty cunt," he growled, the crude words sending a shock of arousal through me. His eyes locked with mine as he lowered his head. "I'm going to make you come on my tongue before I fuck you."

The first broad stroke of his tongue through my folds made me cry out, my hands flying to his hair. He hummed with approval, the vibration adding to the sensation as he focused on my clit, circling it with deliberate pressure before sucking gently.

"Oh God," I moaned as the pleasure intensified beyond anything I'd ever felt. When he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them upward against a spot that made my vision blur, I felt my internal muscles clench around him.

"That's it," he praised, his lips brushing against my clit as he spoke. "You're so wet for me, so tight around my fingers. I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

His words, filthy and reverent at once, combined with the relentless rhythm of his tongue and fingers to build a tension so intense I could barely breathe. My thighs began to tremble, my back arching as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.

"Matthew, I'm—I'm going to—" My words dissolved into a sharp cry as pleasure exploded through my body. My pussy pulsed around his fingers, my clit throbbing against his tongue as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

Through the haze of my orgasm, I was dimly aware of Matthew reaching beside us on the bed. With practiced efficiency, he tore open a condom wrapper and rolled the protection over his hard cock, all while his mouth continued to work between my legs, prolonging my climax.

Before the contractions had even subsided, he positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my sensitive flesh.

"Look at me," he commanded softly. I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze as he pushed slowly inside me.

There was pressure, then a sharp pain that made me wince and dig my nails into his shoulders. Matthew froze immediately, his cock only partially inside me, every muscle in his body tense with restraint.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his jaw clenched. "I'm hurting you."

"Don't stop," I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. "Please. I need to feel you inside me."

With excruciating slowness, he pushed deeper until he was fully seated within me. The fullness was overwhelming, a burning stretch that gradually transformed into something pleasurable as my body adjusted around him.

"You feel incredible," he breathed against my neck, his voice strained. "So perfect. So tight around my cock."

He began to move, gently at first, and the initial discomfort gave way to pleasure that built upon the afterglow of my first orgasm. Each thrust sent sparks through my sensitive body, creating a sensation so intense it bordered on painful—but in the most exquisite way.

After a few moments, he stilled deep inside me. Matthew kissed my ear, his tongue tracing the shell before he whispered, "You're taking me so well." He straightened slightly, his hand moving between us, his thumb finding my still-sensitive clit and circling with deliberate pressure.

"Oh!" I gasped at the renewed stimulation, my internal muscles clenching involuntarily around his thick length. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his hand, seeking more friction. The slight movement caused him to shift inside me, hitting a spot that drew a deep moan from both of us.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his voice rough with the effort of holding still while my pussy continued to pulse around him.

I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to form words. When he didn't move, I managed a breathless "Please fuck me" that seemed to snap his control.

A primal sound rumbled from his chest as Matthew began to move again, his thrusts deeper now, more confident. The combination of his thumb on my clit and his cock stretching me open created a building pressure that had me clinging to him, incoherent pleas falling from my lips with each breath.

Suddenly, his pace changed. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, lifting me slightly to change the angle before slamming back into me with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs.

"Matthew!" I gasped, shocked by the sudden intensity.

He paused, his cock buried deep inside me, his chest heaving. "Too much?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

Before I could think, my body answered for me, my hips pushing up against him, seeking that delicious friction again. "No," I panted. "Don't stop."

Something dark and hungry flashed in his eyes. He pulled out almost completely before driving back in with a powerful thrust that made the headboard slam against the wall. Again and again he pounded into me, each stroke harder than the last, my body sliding up the bed with the force of his movements.

He captured my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand while the other gripped my thigh, spreading me wider for his punishing rhythm. The new position allowed him to hit spots inside me that had me seeing stars, crying out with each thrust.

"I'm not a gentleman in bed, Julia," he growled against my ear, his hips never slowing. "Is this what you want? You want it rough?"

His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside me, had me spiraling toward another climax. I could barely form a coherent thought, much less words.

"Answer me," he demanded, slowing his pace torturously. "Tell me what you want."

"Yes," I managed to gasp, desperate for him to continue. "Yes, I want it. Please, Matthew—harder."

His smile was wolfish as he resumed his brutal pace, fucking me with an abandon that should have frightened me but instead pushed me closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by my cries and his guttural groans.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice strained with exertion. "Take it all."