by April Vine
Sebastian checked his control. His cock had grown harder and damn if he wasn’t going to make himself last long enough to give her some relief. He turned her onto the bed and slid deeper into her body, a swimmer’s glide. With his back arched each stroke elicited more wetness from her burning-hot pussy.
Her fingers dug into his buttocks. Her body mastered his trigger buttons. Being inside her obliterated common sense. He held on, fought the urge to give in and come again. Not until she did. Her legs wrapped around him, their bodies waded up and down his bed, plastered together as one. He fucked her slow but hard, never breaking eye contact with her, forcing her to keep hers open when she wanted to draw them closed. He touched her face with light caresses, murmured her name over and over again, verbalized her beauty until she was close enough to shatter apart.
He gritted his teeth. His pounding dick left no cell or tissue untouched within her. Her tight pussy pulsed around his cock then opened and coated him with sweet juice as she came. Her body rocked and rolled with the waves of her orgasm. But he didn’t relent and neither did she.
She capsized him onto the burgundy covers, reversing their positions. She rode his cock without mercy. He didn’t stand a chance. His hands latched on to her tits, bouncing before his eyes, squeezing them, harder as she gestured while she sucked him into the vortex of her sex.
He sensed the dangerous edge in her body. The leap in her temperature changed to critical. He couldn’t hold her off any longer.
A sly smile curved the corners of her lips. Her liquid brown eyes dazzled him as she released his cock and climbed over his body until she sat across his face. She rubbed herself against his chin and cheeks. The sap dripping from between her legs anointed his skin. His blood boiled as the tissue-soft lips of her pussy marked him. The thought shattered his brain.
“Fuck me. Now.” Her demand lacked subtlety.
His hand sloped over her left butt cheek. He gripped it tight, spreading her satiny ass apart. Her back dipped and arched as his tongue opened her up. Her growl echoed around the room.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed his command. Her pussy easily covered his face while she remained on all fours. She leaned over his body then rested on one hand as she pumped his cock. His tongue beat her folds with every stroke of her hand. He nipped her clit with every caress of his inflamed shaft head. She ground herself against him. He held himself taut, refusing to defuse too soon.
“That’s it, sweetheart, come for me again.”
She deserted his cock in order to maximize the leverage of his mouth in her pussy as she straightened up. He pulled and sucked at her folds, his tongue rotated around her clit. She opened up and came in his mouth. With her body still shuddering, she climbed off his face and readied to take his cock inside her body again.
“Michelle.” Her sexy growls turned to howls of frustration but he had to keep her at bay. Her body temperature had spiked. He raised himself up and held her chin in his hand. “Look at me.”
She turned her eyes on him.
“It’s me, and it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her tenderly, slowly, deeply. He touched her with light strokes and soft caresses, in direct contrast to her heated and pulsing body.
He hated that she thought he had deliberately chosen Catherine Simmers over her. That night in his room, if he had to choose between her in a thong and a grizzly bear, he’d have chosen the bear—Catherine was an empty decoy, nothing else. He was desperate to let Michelle grow up first before he took her. He didn’t trust himself around her when she was still so young. Not when she always left his brain in a melted mess, his body on fire for her the instant she transformed from young girl into young woman. But it went beyond a hard-on, deeper than sex. It veered into something else altogether and it scared him.
But now her fiery passion spiked high through that cool veneer of hers. Now he knew it surpassed any spell. She proved more in her kiss to him than she ever had in her whole life and confirmed that what feelings he had for her, she did return. The spell was right. He exhaled as a flood of satisfaction washed over him.
She had always been the one.
Human contact startled Michelle. Her eyes snapped open to the vision of a man. Somehow he’d reversed his position from being nailed to the bed with her pussy in his face to her being cradled in his lap. His fingers splayed across her spine. His breath echoed against her hair
Yet only two elements existed in her mind. Her need and the prey satisfying that need. A part of her hated the transcendence into the otherworld, hated that feeling of isolation, as if she kept missing a vital link.
The one that made her feel human.
“Glitterbug.” Strong hands rounded her hips, taking her lips softly into his mouth. She knew him. Those eyes. That familiar scent. He penetrated the little vestiges of her human subconscious and made himself known.
“Sebastian.” Her voice sounded strange to her ears, unnatural, forced, hollow, but the endearing tugs in her heart spotlighted a different reality.
He was the human link.
She loved him.
She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. While everything else around her merged into one chaotic stream of thoughts and uncertainties, she knew she trusted him without question. Her fingers glided into his nape. She closed her eyes as his warm, silky hair cascaded over her knuckles, tantalizing her raw nerves. He grew out of her earliest memories of life. Always in her thoughts. Did she really believe she had gotten over loving him?
She licked his face, inhaling his fragrance, wanting to get closer, wanting him to share in her feral hunt. She never realized how much she needed him to be a part of her. The irrepressible gears feeding her hunger for lust slackened. His gentle touch reached her most tumultuous level.
He mattered.
And that’s when he surprised her and she was too lulled to react otherwise.
He lowered her to the bed and exited her body before she drew her next breath. He turned her around until they both knelt, her back to his chest. His lips seared her neck, his fingers crept under her t-shirt, lifting the fabric off her body and flinging it to the floor, followed by her skirt. He unclasped her bra and exposed her breasts.
All her nerves tingled as Sebastian spread her legs farther apart with his knee. He nuzzled her neck, his chest hard on her back as one hand cupped her breast while the other coasted down her abdomen. His fingers penetrated her folds.
Her heart thundered in her chest. His broad thumb spanned her clit, two of his thick fingers possessed her pussy and forced her to come. He drove her over the edge, releasing her from herself as she dripped juices all over his hand. She sagged into his touch and moaned as he slipped a supportive thigh between her legs.
But her neglected appetite surged with vengeance. The flame inside her erupted into a raging fire. She growled. The corner of her lips lifted into a half grin. The last of staid Michelle Stein disintegrated. She was someone else now.
“I need more.” She turned and pushed him onto his back. Her body shuddered with delight as Sebastian’s thickness filled her up. But the cusp of satiation eluded her. Climbing over it proved impossible. She was in heat, always needing more, frantic and burning up. Sebastian ran his knuckles down her cheek then over her collarbone and nipple. A deep frown crossed his forehead. He understood her. He read the nuances of her body, he saw the desperate angst she underwent to sustain that very need now getting away from her. She curled her upper lip, snarling with impatience.
She squeezed her thighs together, trapping him inside her pussy. She rocked and rolled, her fingers flying across her clit while her other hand tweaked her nipples.
“Fill me up. I want your cum. I need to feel it running through me. Now, Sebastian, empty yourself inside me now.” She raked her nails over his chest, absorbing the thundering throb of his nerves and pulses, the sweet agony of his groan as her undulating hips gained momentum.
“I’m going to blow.” Erotic agony threaded
through his voice. Hot cum flowed inside her. His sexually weakened state bolstered her reserves but her orgasm chipped a mere gram off the desire coruscating inside her.
He threaded his hand through her hair, tilting her face upward. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her heart swelled at the sight of him but her burning need exceeded his tenderness even though she trusted him to take care of her, to see her out of the furnace engulfing her and threatening to burn her alive. Her lips formed words she didn’t understand, a savage wildness guiding her as she continued to fuck him.
He raised himself up and kissed her eyelids. The sedating lilt of his words, repeating how beautiful he thought she was, gave way to a low groan as she flung herself off him and glided his cock between her lips, glazing her mouth with his spice, leaving no place unmarked with the moisture still leaking from his tip. She cradled him on the inside of her cheeks, pressed him to her palate, and snuck the tip of her tongue into the apex of his head until he shuddered. She was swift and ruthless.
Deep tremors started in the pit of her stomach and erupted into her whole body. The fever inside her rose, cremating her from the inside out. Amidst the chaos in her head, the brutal heat racking her body, she isolated the confident feel of Sebastian’s hands wading through her hair. She was going to die in a ball of fire and the only thing worthy of extinguishing the pyre was Sebastian’s cum washing over her.
Her survival instincts surged and ruled.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Glitterbug.” Sebastian clenched his teeth. They’d passed the threshold of suppression. Nothing he’d do or say would buy him more time or placate her for longer. And he meant what he said—nothing was going to happen to her. He picked her up by her arms, disregarding her annoyance at being lifted away from his dick, and shielded the wild flay of her hands as she tried to overpower him while he placed her on her back and covered her body with his. She stilled, arched her neck and a mocking, uncharacteristic laugh streamed out of her mouth.
“Michelle?”
She lowered her head and smiled sweetly at him. Shock and fear sliced at his heart. Where once her eyes glowed a fiery gold, now they blazed a deadly red.
“What the fuck?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels dug into his back as she raised her pelvis, imprisoning him between her legs. He remembered her aunts’ plea to keep at it no matter what changes happened in her body. She needed to have sex. Only sex would keep her happy and hopefully destroy the spell. He released the breath stuck in his throat. He had to do this.
The sheer strength he used to keep her pinned to the bed burned his lungs and strained his muscles. The worse situations in his life, the ones where his life was at risk, demanded peak mental energy and uncompromising physical clout—whether he outran AK47s in an African jungle, or took down lethally trained bodyguards of drug lords with his bare hands. The intervals he needed to reload his stamina became unnecessary. The potion her aunts had given him began to work.
He’d turn his dick into a nonstop fucking machine to save her.
He gripped his cock and drove into her until his balls stopped further entry. He pounded into her, more determined with each thrust. The sound of skin bruising skin sang out around the room.
“Hard enough for you?”
She swiveled her head to the side, bored and nonchalant. Fuck it, she goaded him. He clutched her jaw and brought them face-to-face, staying deep and rigid inside her.
“Want me to start fucking you like I mean…like I always wanted?”
“Can you?” Her jeering retort annoyed him. Did she know whom she dealt with?
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed him. His lips covered hers, luring her tongue into his mouth, where he sucked on it without mercy. She writhed beneath him, moaned and got wetter the instant he released her tongue and began hammering into her again.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“This the best you got?”
Without losing connection, he picked himself up, flung her legs across each of his shoulders and took command of her hips. He kissed and nibbled on her calves, aware his hands marred the flesh on her hips. She tightened her pussy around his cock, milking him, begging without shame.
“Come inside me.”
His cock struck against her, one sensation too many, and he uncapped violently inside her. But he couldn’t stop. Not now.
She sucked him up into her cunt. Draining him for more cum. He bit the inside of his cheek. His spine curved inward. He growled in triumph. His cock didn’t languish into ecstasy, he didn’t take five minutes to breathe, to put his strength back into his legs and more blood into his dick.
He stayed hard. Rigid. Relentless. And ready.
He fucked her again and made her climax twice before he sprayed inside her a second time. Cum flowed out of her when he withdrew his cock, but he kept pumping it with his hand, maintaining his erection, avoiding the temptation to roll onto his back, pull her into his arms and close his eyes. Not yet.
Her eyes remained red, the furtive smile on her lips more pronounced now than before. He couldn’t believe this was his girl. From her dainty feet to her fragile collarbone, her sweet body and chaste lips, she looked everything like Michelle and yet at the same time so viciously turned-on, she scalded him.
“Fuck my ass.”
A ripple of anxiety and excitement wavered over his mind. She had no idea what she was asking for.
“You can handle it?”
In answer she raised her legs up into the air. Her hand sailed down her abdomen, dipped into her flooded pussy and skated to her asshole. With her wet fingers, she circled her hole, biting her lip as she penetrated herself.
“Put your cock in my ass.”
Fuck. His hands trembled as he lubricated her ass with his cum. Increasing the depth with every other finger he added. She had shot his valor to hell and replaced it with the clumsy technique of an eighteen-year-old boy experiencing sex for the first time. He kept forcing himself to remember she was under a spell, and if not for the spell, would she have permitted him to take her in the ass? But he had dreamt of it. Of giving her another kind of pleasure, of opening her mind and her body to his touch, to possess as his own, no place untouched by him. Now she gave him that opportunity and he wanted to empty himself inside her with the thought alone.
“Ah, Glitterbug, what are you doing to me?” He placed his cock into her pussy, soaking up the fluid she held inside, pulled out and propped it against her asshole. She snarled and laughed and pushed against him, her eyes taking on a fiercer shade of red. He wanted to go slow. She had other plans. He didn’t want to hurt her. She wanted to feel the brunt of being penetrated in one go. He braced himself and pushed through, aided by her own impatient movements to get him inside her.
He was going to die. The tightness of her asshole, the heat sizzling inside her, the sexy howls coming from her throat threatened his very livelihood. He remained motionless, too stunned by the vibrations playing along the veins of his cock.
But he didn’t need to move. She was fucking him. With her ass. Slamming into him until his balls felt battered and never better. Sweat poured off his body. His brain rattled in his head. She dominated him.
Hell no.
He pinched her clit. She screamed, kicked out and came. His fingers slithered into her while his other hand pressed into her belly, keeping her down. He took control of her ass, raising his leg onto the bed to change the angle and deepen the thrust. Four fingers filled her pussy. She yelled and shrieked. Her teeth clanked against each other as she tried to grab a piece of him. His muscles quivered as he kept her down. But his strength failed in comparison to the rise in hers. He fucked her harder, wanting to give her enough to keep her happy, to end her wild thrashing.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” she roared.
He withdrew his fingers and then inserted those same four fingers inside her. His thumb rubbed her clit. A hoarse laugh emanated from he
r. She grabbed his wrist and forced his fingers deeper. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she said again. He couldn’t escape the threat in her voice. That person threatened Michelle herself. He inched past his knuckles into her pussy.
“Hmm…” She danced around both his fingers and dick. The vibrations of her multiple orgasms shot up his hand and penetrated his heart. He’d never feel this with any other woman. No one compared. No one came close.
“Stay with me, Sebastian. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Come for me, Sebastian.”
The sound of his name startled him. She knew who he was. Even through all the layers of magic laboring inside her, she managed to remember him. For a precious second she sounded like herself. Like his Glitterbug. And nothing turned him on more.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he murmured. His shoulder ached, but he kept his fingers inside her pussy the exact way she liked it. Twisting a bit on either side, withdrawing an inch and penetrating a little more. But his cock, here she wanted him voracious. He squeezed his buttocks, shut his eyes and threw his head back. His cock expanded before it shattered inside her. Over and over and over again.
With his knees weak and stars floating before his eyes, he released her from his fingers and cock. She whimpered. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her forehead. Her eyes had reverted to their normal gold. Their panting lasted all of five minutes before he could speak again.
“How are you feeling?”
She moved away from him. “I…I think it might be over. I feel normal. The first time since this has happened to me. I’m just so tired and I can’t remember much. Did I hurt you?”
“No.” He smiled. “Close your eyes, Glitterbug, get some rest. It’s all over.”
He lowered her onto the bed and caressed the silky strands of her hair cascading across the pillows. He stroked his knuckles down her cool cheek. Her soft breaths pacified him but an obstructing force, the gut feeling he trusted with his life, warned him she wasn’t completely out of danger. He cleansed her sleeping body, showered himself and headed downstairs. He needed to see her aunts.
