Page 83 of Stolen Hearts

Castle groans. The muscles of his tattooed forearm ripple, and his grip on my hair tightens. And suddenly, he’s guiding the fat head of his cock between my lips and over my tongue.

I moan.

Again, it’s not even because I’m merely trying to please him, even though I am. And it’s not because I’m trying to prove anything to him, or me. It’s because the second his gorgeous cock stretches my lips wide and glides over my eager tongue, it’s like a flash of pure heat sparks through my entire body.

My legs squeeze together, and I whimper again as I let my tongue dance over the underside of his dick. I sink my mouth down lower, until I realize I can’t actually get that much in my mouth given how big he is.

But fuck if I’m not going to try.

I breathe through my gag reflex, ignoring the way my spit is running down his cock and my chin. I keep my eyes locked on his as I slide up and back down. My tongue swirls around the head, and I can taste the salty sweetness of his precum as I drag my tongue over the velvety hardness, stretching my lips wide.

Castle groans, his cock throbbing in my mouth. He lifts his shirt and pulls it off, and I shiver when my eyes drift to his muscled abs and the deep grooves of his hips. He gathers my long hair in a fist, tugging just hard enough to slip my mouth off him with an audible pop as I gasp quietly.

Our eyes lock.

“Open wide, baby girl,” he growls quietly. “I’m going to fuck that bratty little mouth of yours now.”

I moan embarrassingly loudly. My jaw opens wide, and I whimper when he guides his thickness back between my lips. He rolls his hips, gliding over my tongue and sinking right to the back of my throat. I suppress the gag reflex again, my pulse roaring and pure desire throbbing between my legs. His muscles ripple as he pumps in and out, fucking my mouth while his fist is in my hair guiding me.

It should be outrageously demeaning and a complete turnoff to be…usedlike this.

It’s not.

It’s the polar opposite.

My head swims, and I’m shifting my own hips side to side, squeezing my thighs together to keep some pressure on my aching clit.

Suddenly, Castle’s pulling me off him, making me gasp as spit drips between my swollen lips and his pulsing cock. I feel like I’m floating as he lifts me up into his arms. My legs wrap instinctively around his hips, and when his mouth slams to mine, I moan as I kiss him eagerly.

He carries me across the room, dropping onto the couch on his back with me on top of him. His tongue dances with mine as his hand slides into the back of my yoga pants and my panties. He starts to peel them both down over my ass, shoving them down my legs as my nipples rub over his chest.

Then suddenly, he’s dragging me up his body, pulling me by the top of my thighs, until I realize what he’s doing.

“Castle…”

His firm grip on my ass positions me until I’m straddling his face. I blush fiercely, suddenly feeling hugely self-conscious about…well, everything.

The angle. The lighting. Do I look fat? Is this weird? Should I run and shower real quick? What the fuck are you supposed to say or do before someone goes down on you for the first time?

Castle just shakes his head, as if he’s hearing every single one of my anxiety-fueled insecurities out loud and he’s chasing them away.

“Right here, baby girl,” he growls, touching his own lips. “I want that pretty pussy riding my fucking tongue until you come all over it. I can’t—Iwon’t—wait any longer to taste how fucking sweet you are.”

Holy. FUCK.

The way he talks to me is fuckinginsane. His words are able to tease and prod their way into the deepest, darkest places in my soul and push every single button I have. And before I know it, his powerful hands are yanking me down, and suddenly, for the very first time, I’m feeling a man’s tongue between my legs.

Holy fucking HELL.

For one second, I’m actuallyfuriouswith myself that I waited so long and wasted so many yearsnotfeeling this and not experiencing this. Because sweet Jesus, it’s the single best feeling in the world. It’s fucking heaven the way his tongue teases up and down my lips and then swirls around my aching clit.

But in the next second, the frustration melts away as I moan deeply. And I’m not mad anymore, because I wasn’t really missing out all these years.

I was just waiting. Forhim.

Castle’s strong hands grip my ass, guiding my hips to rock on his face as his tongue pushes deep into me. I cry out, choking on the pleasure of him fucking me with his tongue. My eyes roll back, and I scream up at the ceiling. It feels as if his tongue is worming its way all the way up inside me.

His lips wrap around my clit. Castle groans deeply, sending vibrations through my core that send me reeling. His tongue swirls and dances over the throbbing, aching button, making my thighs clamp around his ears as my body ripples with pleasure.

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