Page 119 of Stolen Hearts

…But holy fuck, I’msoakedright now.

Castle looks back to the road. But slowly, his right hand reaches over the shifter. His strong fingers grip my thigh, teasing the skin and making my breath catch. I bite down on my lip, throbbing with need as his hand pushes up my thigh, inching closer and closer to my dripping pussy.

Suddenly, he’s touching me. I moan softly when he cups my sex, dragging one thick finger up my slick lips and letting it bump over my clit. He does it again, dragging my wetness up and down my slit and teasing a finger around and around my aching button.

His hand twists, and suddenly, he’s sinking a thick finger right into me.

I cry out, my hands instantly flying to his wrist, which I grab like a handle to hold onto for dear life. I can feel his forearm rippling under my fingers as his finger curls deep inside of me, stroking against my g-spot. My head swims, and I gasp as my hips roll, desperate for more.

“Greedy girl,” he growls thickly. “Humping my finger like a horny little cock slut.”

Holyfuck. The filthy way he’s talking to me is pushing every single button I have. And when he sinks a second finger into me, filling me so much that my breath catches, I cry out for more.

“Hands off me, baby girl,” Castle murmurs, looking at the road as he ducks and weaves through traffic.

I obey instantly, pulling my hands from his forearm.

“I want you to pull your dress down and play with your nipples while I finger this messy little cunt.”

It’s embarrassing how quickly I comply, yanking the dress down and whimpering as I cup my own breasts. My fingers tease and pinch my aching nipples, and my hips rock eagerly against his hand as he plunges two fingers in and out of me and rolls my clit under his thumb.

“What the fuck did that little shit want,” he snarls quietly as I bite my lip, trying not to moan.

“He…” I lose the battle, and a moan escapes my lips. “He wanted to fuck me.”

I cry out, gasping in pleasure as Castle rubs my clit even harder with his thumb and rams his fingers into me with a dominance that has me aching for more.

“And what did you tell him?”

“I told him no,” I moan, my eyes rolling back as I pinch my nipples.

“And why is that, baby girl,” Castle rasps.

“Because…”

“Because I fuckingownthis pussy,” He growls thickly. “And Ido notfucking share. Isn’t that right?”

I moan, rolling my hips against his hand as I lose myself in the sensations his fingers and mine are wringing from my body.

“Did he try to rub his pathetic little excuse for a dick on you?”

I stammer as the pleasure washes over me, nodding. “Yeah, h-he tried.”

Castle snarls darkly, his fingers stroking deep in my pussy. My gaze slides across to him, landing on thehugebulge in his pants.

Pure desire explodes through me. It mixes with wildness, and a complete loss of inhibitions. Before I can stop myself, I’m unbuckling my seatbelt.

“What the fuck are you—”

Castle groans when I lean over the center console and put my hand on his gigantic erection, and I moan myself just as loudly as I start to stroke him through his pants. My fingers eagerly tug at his belt, pop the top button of his dress pants, and pull down his zipper.

My pulse is pounding in my ears as I get up on my knees, deeply thankful for the heavy tint on the windows, since my dress is now pulled down to my ribs and up to my waist. I lean all the way over the console, my breasts pressing against his thigh as I reach into his pants and curl my small fingers around his fat, pulsing cock.

Castle groans, moving his hand in and out, sinking two fingers into my eager pussy. He continues to finger me as I pull his cock out of his boxers, my jaw dropping as my eyes widen.

Jesus fuckingChrist, he’s so big. My gaze slides up to his face, and the look of barely contained restraint I see there is so fucking hot that my thighs involuntarily squeeze together.

“I don’t want anyone else,” I purr. “And I don’t want any other dicks but this one.”

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