Free Sensual Spell by Rachel Carrington

him a satisfied smile. “Excellent.” She might be a novice witch, but sex was a sport she'd excelled in once upon a time. Before the coven had taken over her life.
    Jacob shifted, and his cock jabbed her thigh. “But it doesn't make sense. I should be thinking about Uncle Ed."
    "No, you shouldn't. You should be doing exactly what you are doing right now."
    "I need to find out what happened to him ... if you had anything to do with his death.” His words were buried against her neck while his hands busied themselves with massaging her breasts.
    "I thought the same thing, too,” Noelle responded. “In fact, I ... oh, um, that feels nice.” She lost her train of thought when his fingers began to lightly pinch her nipples.
    One hand fell away from her breast and slid down her stomach to cover her pussy once more. “Tell me how you like this."
    Her vision greyed. Fingertips delved into her wetness, sinking deep into her sheath, and hers hips jutted upwards. “Sweet Mother Earth,” she cried out, digging her heels into the mattress. “Just like that. Oh. My. God. Just like that.” He tweaked her clit, and Noelle gave thanks to the Goddess.
    "I want to taste you when you come.” His words were a ragged breath of sound.
    Noelle thrust her legs open wider in silent invitation, wanting—no, needing—to feel his mouth on her pussy again, his tongue doing wild, wicked things to her clit. The wilder the better, in her opinion.
    * * * *
    Jacob didn't think about spells, lust, or common sense. He recognised this for what it was. Gut-wrenching desire. Desperation. Gnawing hunger.
    He slipped down her body, inch by delicious inch, gliding over silky-soft skin. And loving every second of the journey. His tongue worshipped her from the undersides of her breasts to the slight indentation of her belly button. And lower.
    The sweet beyond.
    Her scent enticed him, a heady combination of soap and warm femininity. His tongue caressed the crease of her lips, and she moaned, her hands fisting in the comforter beneath her. A growl rumbled in his throat, and he dove into her pussy, licking, ravaging, and laving until Noelle squirmed and cried out with an orgasm. And still he continued to suckle while his cock throbbed and ached.
    "Jacob.” The word came out on a husky whisper.
    He needed no further invitation ... or demand. Standing, he ripped his clothes from his body, freeing his pounding sex. He'd never been this hard, this solid, and as his gaze met Noelle's he accepted the possibility that she really was a witch. No ordinary woman could entice him like this. Or enthrall him.
    Caught in her web, he succumbed to his own need. Her legs went around his hips, cementing the invitation. Noelle's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails scoring his skin. “Fuck me. Fuck me now."
    "Oh, yeah, baby.” He swept his cock up and down her channel, swirling the head over her clit. She gasped and squirmed, growing wild in his arms.
    Arching her back and grinding her pussy against his cock, she panted the demand, “Jacob, now."
    Jacob hooked his hands underneath her thighs and plunged into her heat, going deep.
    She was wet. Tight. Perfect. Her sheath clenched around his cock with a firm grasp, and he moved. The friction made him catch his breath.
    "Faster.” Noelle pumped in time with his thrusts.
    Sweet Jesus. He came with such force that even the muscles in his chest clenched. Head tossed back, he let loose a loud, long roar.
    Weak, replete, he bumped his forehead against hers. “Shit."
    She stroked his back and chuckled, the sound like pure honey in his ear. “Not exactly what a woman likes to hear after sex."
    He raised his head and stroked the damp strands of hair away from her face. “I haven't done that since I was a teenager."
    She arched an eyebrow. “Had sex?"
    "Come so fast,” he corrected her.
    A dimple appeared in her cheek. “Well, I don't remember holding off myself, but if you think it might help, we can try again."
    Jacob