From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Julia’s POV

I bit my lip and nodded, unable to form words as his gaze pinned me in place.

Matthew reached for the champagne, his fingers leaving condensation trails on the bottle. “A toast first-

“No,” I interrupted, surprising myself. My pussy was already aching, empty. “We drank at dinner. This can’t wait.”

I moved boldly, straddling his thick thighs. The seat cushion sank beneath us as I settled my weight over him. His hands immediately gripped my waist, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. Through our bond, his surprise transformed into something feral–a need that matched the emptiness growing inside me.

“Julia,” he groaned as I pressed against his cock straining beneath denim. Even through layers, I felt how thick he was. My

clit throbbed as I rolled my hips, seeking friction. I yanked his mouth to mine, kissing him with desperate hunger.

His hands slipped under my shirt, rough palms scraping deliciously against sensitive skin before cupping my breasts. When his thumbs circled my nipples through my bra, I broke our kiss with a gasp.

“Take it off,” he commanded, voice rough. “I want to taste you.”

My hands trembled as I pulled my shirt over my head. He unhooked my bra in one practiced motion, freeing my breasts to the cool cabin air. Matthew’s eyes darkened further, his jaw clenching as he stared hungrily.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered before leaning forward to capture one nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth made me cry out, my back arching to push more of myself into him. He sucked hard, then used his teeth just enough to border on pain before soothing the sting with his tongue. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Please, Matthew,” I whimpered, grinding against his erection. “I need you inside me.”

He released my breast with a wet pop, then surprised me by lifting me off his lap. “Not yet,” he growled, positioning me so I stood between his spread legs. “I need to taste more of you first.”

His hands made quick work of my jeans and panties, tugging them down my legs until I could step out of them. I stood naked before him, his hungry gaze traveling over every inch of my body. He remained fully clothed, the power imbalance sending another flood of wetness between my thighs.

Matthew’s hands gripped the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer until my pussy was inches from his face. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh.

I obeyed, bracing my hands on his shoulders as his tongue made a long, slow swipe through my folds. My knees nearly buckled at the sensation.

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“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he groaned, his tongue circling my clit before dipping inside me. I felt myself dripping onto his tongue as he devoured me, his strong hands holding me in place when my legs threatened to give out. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling forward to find that spot that made me see stars.

“Matthew–I’m going to-” I gasped as my orgasm approached rapidly. He doubled his efforts, sucking my clit while his fingers pumped faster, and I shattered, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t stop, working me through my climax until I was trembling and oversensitive.

Finally, he pulled away, his chin glistening with my arousal. “Now I want you to ride me,” he said, quickly unbuckling his

belt.

Despite my recent orgasm, I felt empty again, needing his cock to fill me completely. I helped him push down his jeans

and boxers just enough to free his erection. It sprang up thick and hard, the head swollen and dark, precum beading at the

tip. Despite our year together, the sight still made me swallow hard. He was huge–thick and long enough that I knew he

would reach places inside me that no one else could.

I straddled him again, positioning his cock at my entrance. Despite how wet I was from his mouth, I knew I’d need to take him slowly. I sank down gradually, feeling the thick head stretch me open. The burn was exquisite–pain and pleasure

mingling as I worked more of him inside me.

“Fuck,” Matthew hissed, his fingers digging into my hips. “Still so tight for me. Every damn time.”

I paused halfway down his length, panting as my body struggled to adjust. Through our bond, I felt his restraint–the desperate need to thrust up warring with his concern for my comfort. I took a deep breath and sank lower, taking more of him until finally, he was seated fully inside me. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit around his girth.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained with effort.

I nodded, experimentally rocking my hips. The slight movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me as his cock rubbed against sensitive spots deep inside. “So full,” I whispered.

Matthew’s control snapped. His hands tightened on my hips as he thrust up sharply, driving even deeper, I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as I matched his rhythm, rising and falling on his cock with increasing desperation.

“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing,” he growled, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight circles. “So wet and tight around

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The dual stimulation–his thick cock stretching me wide while his thumb worked my clit–quickly pushed me toward another peak. My inner walls clamped down as I came again, this time with him buried deep inside me. Matthew groaned at the sensation, his own thrusts becoming erratic as my pussy pulsed around him.

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