Brad Boyer: Chains for Linda

Linda's aunt almost exploded as Tony's cock kept digging into it. Her arms went up around his moving, thrusting body, her legs spread wider and she took every bit of the big, hard dick into her pussy. Swarms of hot desire pulsed from her clit. The man's sturdy body drove the prick steadily, his force growing as her desires neared their peak.

"Oh, Tony. Oh, God, yes. Fuck me. Oh, all the way. I want to come. Come!" She clung to him, knees high, snatch blazing as his cock slammed in. The fire swept along her nerves and she gasped, sensing his wild lust, loving the feel of his fierce desire for her body.

"Yes!" Linda started to come, a rush of surging passion suddenly loose in her crotch. "Tony. Tony!" She almost crushed him down as the full power of her climax roared through her body.

Linda came steadily, loving every second of the pleasures the man created in her cunt. Streams of happiness ran from her clit. "Tony. Tony! Yes! Yes!!" The man's cock did its magic again. They'd been making it for three months now and every time seemed to get better. And better.

"Oh, God!!" Linda gasped as Tony kept fucking. His body on her tits was a mass of moving lust-driven muscle, his flesh writhing to hers, his cock hammering in. She felt the force of his drives increase and tried to tighten her cunt around his dick to give him more pleasure, trying to make it as good for him as he made it for her. Her feet went toward the ceiling and she took the full weight of his body as his fucking became intense.

"Tony, Tony, oh, God, Tony. All the way. In me. Yes." She grabbed his ass with both hands and drew every inch of his dick into her wet pussy. His face was inches from hers and she saw the raging passion in his dark eyes, felt the wild stabbing lust drive him into the billowing pleasures. His cock sent a flood of hot cum into her tight snatch.

"God damn!" he grunted, slamming into the twat, his whole body behind every drive.

"I love you, Tony." Linda snuggled closer, and sprawled low on his belly.

"Mmmmmm, yeah." One arm slid around her shoulders. The other reached out to the nightstand for his cigarettes.

"I love your body, too." She traced the line of his right arm with one fingernail.

Tony slid a cigarette from the pack with his lips, lit it slowly, took a deep drag and lay back, a small smile making tiny creases at the corners of his mouth.

"You are so handsome and strong and nice… and good in bed, too." Her finger traced the lines of muscle over his chest. The skin was smooth and warm, darkly tanned.

Tony took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing the fingertips lightly, each tip getting a hill, separate kiss. His lips pursed against her palm and he blew out a tiny line of smoke.

"Ohhhhh," Linda giggled, her hand tingling. The end of Tony's tongue made a tiny moist spot on her palm. "That's sexy." She snuggled down so one breast touched him high on his right side. "You're just so sexy. Tony."

"So are you, honey. Really." He touched one nipple lightly, just brushing it with a finger, flipping slightly to his side to look at her more closely.

Linda smiled, blue eyes dancing as she saw the way the man looked at her.

Tony brushed one strand of blonde hair back from her forehead and kissed the smooth, pale skin down to her slim nose. "You're beautiful." He kissed the nose again. "But you know that."

"I like to hear you say it. You sound like you mean it."

"I do mean it." He kissed her lips, just lightly at first, then with some real feeling.

Linda opened her mouth, slipped a hand to his back and there was a moment of real desire between them.

"See what I mean," he said slowly. "You're sexy. Sexy as hell." He took a drag on his cigarette as he lay back.

"I'm glad you say that. I want to please you, Tony. Keep you happy."

"You do. All the way." He smoked slowly, looking at the ceiling.

"I'm glad. I want to please you all the time."

"You do. Sometimes I just think about you – just for a few seconds and I get all turned on."

"You do? Really?" She propped herself on her elbow, looking at him eagerly. "You just think about me and you get turned on?"

"Sure." He smiled, one hand dropping casually on her boob. "You're great in bed, Linda. You really are. I just have to think about you for a second and I want you."

"Oh, wow! That's great!" She hugged him. His ashes spilled onto the sheet.

"Hey, take it easy." He brushed them to the floor. "Don't want to get us burned up."

"I'm sorry." She helped out with the tidying up, her breasts swaying low, brushing his belly as she leaned across him. "I was just so excited by what you said. I didn't know you did that. Thought about me that way."

"Oh, sure. I do it a lot."

"I just never knew." Linda lay back beside him. "I know guys think about girls a lot."

"Sure do I," he said, grinning.

"But you think about me. ME." She kissed his face from chin to hairline. "That's great. I love you, Tony. Oh, yes. Love, love, love, love, love."

"Easy, easy," he said smiling, one hand trying to protect his cigarette.

"How often do you think about me?"

"Well, I don't know, really. I don't keep count or anything."

"Well, about."

"Every day, for sure."

"Oh, wow!"

"Two, three times, some days."

"Do you mean that? Really?" She looked closely at him.

"Sure thing. I love you, remember. I think about you a lot. All the time, almost."

"Oh, Tony!" She hugged him. He got his cigarette out of the way just in time.

"I have to try to think of other things, but it's hard to do. I want to think about you a lot, Linda." He crushed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand.

"I think about you, Tony. Just about every minute." She caressed his back and shoulders. "I dream about you, too. Dream about you pretty much every night."

Tony lay back, one arm under her head.

Linda wriggled closer to him, touching her nude body all down his side. "What do you think about with me?"

"Well, different things. Like sometimes we've gone someplace, and I like to remember what we did and what you said. Or sometimes we're going to do something and I like to think about what's going to happen. Stuff like that."

"I think about that, too."

"And I think about going to bed, too. I think about that most of all."

"Oh, Tony. I'm glad. I want you to want me. Really I do."

"I do, Linda. You should know that by now."

"Oh, I know. I do know it. But sometimes, well I…"

"You what?" he prompted.

"Sometimes, well, I think, maybe you just go to bed with me because… because I'm available. Like a habit."

"No. Not so. No way!"

"I know. But sometimes, well, I think that well, you sort of… might want somebody else."

"No. I want you. Just you and nobody else."

He hugged her to him.

Linda turned so her breasts pressed to his chest.

"I know, Tony. I just get a little scared, sometime. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't."

"I think that when we're married it'll be better. I won't get so worded then."

"You don't have to worry now. Not about anything. I love you."

He pulled her closer for a kiss, his tongue gently probing as she started her lips and yielded to his advance.

"Mmmmmmm, oh, Tony," Linda sighed, clinging to the man with one arm, her freehand gliding over his broad shoulders.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

"Yes, oh, yes… Tony. Love me. Yes." Her lips worked softly on his face.

"Yes." One hand cupped her large breast, the thumb rolling the bright pink nipple like a marble. A tingle of desire pulsed through her and the nipple began to get hard.

"Tony, I love you." She held him, casing her breasts closer to him, loving the feel of his fingers on her clit.