Wicked Brat

“You’re torturing me,” she panted.

“I’m enjoying my Halloween present.” I pressed the tip of the candy through her slick juices, tickling at the edges of her damp folds before she was whimpering and shuddering with delicate little tremors. Her cunt surged with moisture, and my mouth watered with the need to lick, suck, fuck, bite, nibble, and rock her world.

I took a bite of the pussy-soaked licorice rope, the mix of her and the sweet candy the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I slipped the candy rope up her body, tracing her nipples and swatting them with the end before trailing it at her lips.

“Bite,” I ordered. “I want you to taste how sweet you are.”

Her eyes rounded before she obeyed, the rope slipping past her full lips and making my cock pound and leak as she played with it around her tongue. She finally took a small bite, eyes shuddering closed as she chewed.

“You make eating Halloween candy so erotic,” I whispered at her ear. “I almost creamed myself.”

And then I sank my mouth over her fluttering pussy.

She arched and moaned, a hand pushing through my hair as my lips attached at her clit. I pulled and sucked, playing her ripe body like a violin before she began to shudder softly, the start of her first orgasm tonight taking over her.

“You’re so turned-on…” I slipped my finger into her body, hooking softly and listening to her cries of pleasure echo around our big kitchen.

“Asher, Asher, please! I’m so desperate to feel you.”

Unable to resist her begging, I freed my thick shaft from my jeans, sheathing myself inside her in the next thrust. My hips forced her ass cheeks up the counter, my arms caging in her form as my lips caught hers.

“I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy wrapped around me.” I kissed my wife, fucking her relentlessly as I breathed words of love against her lips.

I pulled her into my arms, the need to feel her body as close to mine as possible unbearable. I kissed her in defiant strokes of my tongue, nipping at her lips, my fingers swiping between us to tickle her pretty pussy and get her closer and closer to another orgasm.

“I never could stay away from you.” I kissed her deeper, not allowing a response or even a breath, our bodies working up a feverish rhythm before my fingertips were touching the wet skin between her legs and slipping against her silky warmth. I groaned, her fingernails raking across my shoulder blades as she clung to me, our lips rarely disconnected.

“Asher?” Her lips grazed my ear and sent a thrill down my spine.

“Say it again.” I sucked at the sweat trickling down her neck, collecting at her throat, driving me wild as it beaded between her breasts.

“What?” Her laugh made me crazier for her.

“My name.”

Her grin fell a notch, warmth pooling in her eyes as she cradled my jaw in her palms.

“Asher.”

My lips glided along hers, my smile lifting farther as I kissed and teased at the delicious little bow.

“You are a fucking vision with me buried inside you, Mrs. Hunt.” I plucked at the angry little tip of her breast, a squeak bursting past her lips as I rubbed the soft sting away.

“You ready for my cum, sweet girl?” My teeth at her ear was the only warning I gave before I was sliding against her at a new angle, fingers working until her soft cries and the tensing of her thighs around my body told me she was crashing over the edge.

Her hot body writhing coaxed my own release from the base of my spine down to the tips of my toes. With tremors of pleasure rippling through us, I emptied into my gorgeous wife. She came undone, every carefully held fine feature of her face slipping into pleasure, leaving behind a pure and primal shuddering creature of need.

I kissed her reverently, lips and hands and limbs entwined, and I whispered the words I’d buried down deep.

“Never in my life did I think I’d find someone like you. I never thought true happiness existed until you sauntered your wicked little ass into my life.” I caught her lips with mine. “I can’t imagine being any happier, beautiful. Thank you for putting up with me.” I whispered. “Thank you for loving me.”

She smiled against my lips.

“Trick or treat!” a chorus of kids sing-songed from the front porch and interrupted our sweaty bliss.

“Oh, man, that was close.” She laughed as I eased out of her slowly, choosing to ignore the door this time to save the neighborhood a peep show.

“Someday, that might be us carting kids in costumes around.” I lifted her off the counter, making sure she still felt me, thick and half-throbbing, against her hip.

“Maybe sooner than you think…” Her words hung heavy in the air between us.