Free Unbound by April Vine

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.