Red Hot Night (Trick or Treat Collaboration)

My grandfather couldn’t believe his family could be that stupid. My Uncle Frank struggled with his love for his son, but he still stuck by us. Briana, on the other hand, hated Lena for Greg getting put away.

Lena stresses about the whole incident, but I don’t let her out of my sight most days. It’s messed up that I don’t trust my family when it comes to her safety. The rest of the family stayed on our side, but you only need one of them to put you on edge. It’s been a long road, and she hasn’t been herself since Bob snitched on them. She thinks I’m going to stop loving her, like that’s fucking humanly possible.

Lena and I married in a quiet ceremony at city hall with just a few of my family members present. She invited her parents, but they couldn’t make it. I even offered to send a jet to pick them up and bring them back, but they said, “Why waste all that fuel and time for a small twenty-minute service?”

Damn, Lena had no one that loved her like she should be loved—except me and the family we would make.

“Lena, where are you?” I call out, heading into our condo above my office.

“In the kitchen.” I breathe in the scent, and it seems my sweet woman has gotten over her battle with morning sickness. She’s been nauseated by all things tomatoes.

“What are you making?” I walk in and she’s at the counter, chopping some peppers for the sauce.

“Spaghetti. I had the strangest taste for it since I woke up this morning.” Her tiny waist has thickened only a tiny bit, but overall, she’s lost more weight from being sick.

“I’m so glad to hear that, my gorgeous wife,” I growl, sliding my hands around her middle with my cock digging into her ass. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“What are we going to do about that?”

“First I’m going to kiss you, and then I’m going to drop between your thighs and feast on my appetizer.” With my hand cupping her jaw, I turn her head and close my lips over hers, tasting the hint of mint. I drag my mouth away, sliding it over her pulse. “Would you like that, wife? Do you want me to eat your pussy right here until you come all over my face?”

“Oh, yes.” Her body shakes with lust building up inside her tiny frame. I slip my hands under her blouse, dragging her bra down and cupping her large, sensitive tits in my hands. I give them a loving squeeze before plucking her nipples. My hips roll and her ass pushes back as we both fan the flames.

“Fuck, you need it, don’t you? You need me between your legs, pleasing you.”

“Everett, make me come,” she cries out, sliding her own hand down over her thighs. I slap at her fingers gently.

“It’s my pussy. You know that. No touching. I promise to make you feel really good.” I reach around and turn off the stove, then return to my mission. She has on some cotton shorts that are about as long as some underwear. I grab the edges and tug them down. She lifts her legs one at a time to let the garment fall off completely. “Fuck,” I groan, sliding my hand over her ass, giving it a little love tap. Then I work my left hand around to her aching center. I love to see my wedding ring as I finger her core. Her pussy clenches as I rub my fingers over her soaking wet lips. “Such a bad girl. No panties.” I slap her slit, causing her to buck for me.

“Everett. I’m so close.”

“Calm down, baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ve got you.” I pump two fingers into her wetness while my palm rubs her mound. “Open your legs.”

She widens her stance as I drop to my knees, insert my fingers back into her sweet, sticky heat, and lick her from behind. Her juices coat my face, and I push my tongue in for more. I love eating her out because she falls apart so easily and tastes so good. Lena reaches around and cups my head, riding out her orgasm. Her walls flutter around my tongue and fingers, coming hard.

Standing up, I whip out my dick, which is so damn hard, toss her shirt up over her back, and then thrust into her. Her walls are still clenching around my cock. I empty into her heat within a few pumps.

“Now I’ve worked up an appetite,” I growl, pressing my forehead against her spine.

“Well, I need to get cleaned up, so you’re going to have to wait, big boy.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Dinner is going to be really late again.”

“So worth it.” I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to our bedroom—dinner forgotten.