Free Can't Touch This by J. Hali Steele Page A

he
didn’t let her go.
    “You want to come?”
    “Yes, yes, Lord, yes.”
    “Who’s fucking you, Harlow?”
    “You, Castle, you.”
    He pummeled her pussy, ground against her pelvis until she
thought his balls would follow his dick into her body. “I can’t get enough of
you.” He buried his head in her neck, kissed and sucked her pulse, drawing
blood to the surface. Briefly, Harlow wondered how she would cover the hickey
for work. Only briefly, because no sooner had the thought flitted through her
mind than Castle bit so hard he drew blood. It served to make her ram her hips
into him and attempt to throw her legs around his waist. He gripped one thigh
and helped lift the leg so she could wrap it around him. Doing the same with
the other, he braced himself with one arm while he grabbed an ass cheek in one
hand and held her as he pistoned in and out of her pussy. He never stopped
sucking the spot on her neck. When he did, he growled, “Mine.”
    He lapped the mark and it tingled under the ministrations of
his tongue. She felt the skin knit together as if it healed. His tongue
swirling, his cock sinking in and out, his hands holding her ass—it all came
together in one savage torrent. A thunderous orgasm poured from inside her,
flowing faster than a rain-swollen river as it erupted from her vagina. “Now, now !”
she cried as cream escaped, drenching his cock in its wake.
    “Take all of me.” Cass ejaculated a warm stream, filling her
with semen. “Aww, shit, it won’t stop.” It continued for a long time. He came
and came inside her, leaving Harlow with a part of him only she could have.
Done, he rolled over, carrying her with him. He held her against his
fast-beating heart. “I will never, ever let you go.”
    “I don’t want to go.”
    “Good.” He cradled her head in his shoulder.
    “Castle?”
    “Hmm?”
    “I’m married.”
    “What the fuck, Harlow!” He grasped her shoulders and shoved
her up so he could look in her eyes. “You’re kidding, right? No way. No.
Fucking. Way!”
    “The divorce will be finalized soon.”
    “Jesus.” He breathed a sigh of relief as he let her fall
back on his chest. “You could give a dog a heart attack.”
    “Does it bother you?”
    “Should it? Hell, I’ve had women in my life.” He feathered
his fingers up and down her arm. “Does that bother you?”
    “Yes, I wanted to be the first.”
    “You are.”
    “How’s that?”
    “You’re the first one I’ve brought to Big Bear.” And the
first human to bite him. Shit !
    That silenced her as well as the ball gag had. It made her
ecstatic to hear she was the first he had touched with his toys in Big Bear,
the only one to have felt the little bullet vibrate and take her to the edge of
heaven. She understood she wasn’t the first woman he had taken with such force
but who was supposed to appreciate and satisfy all his needs and desires in
this room? The thought of someone else in this bed, his bed, annoyed her. The
man, or beast, holding her had opened up a completely new world for Harlow.
What if there was someone else?
    Harlow had fallen in…lust. That’s all it was.
    She remembered thinking she loved Jeff but they were both
young and inexperienced when they married. After wasting years trying to build
a life, they drifted apart, which could not have happened if their foundation
had been stronger and he had not tried to buy her at every turn. With Castle,
it was even flimsier.
    They shared bits and pieces of pain.
    “Darlin’, I practically hear the wheels turning.” He sighed.
“I have but one expectation, Harlow, and that’s honesty.”
    “I can promise that.”
    “It’s enough for now.”
    “For now?”
    “This is forever—I will not let you go.”
    “I like what you do to me and how you make me feel. More
than anything, I love how you allow me to be me.”
    “Damn, I hear but in there somewhere.”
    “But this mating thing, I don’t understand it.”
    “It’s older than time