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LINDA

W alking through the front door of Brutus's house, she had to remind herself that he'd come from privilege. When he'd told her that he had a 'regular style house' that wasn't anything special beyond the features he'd put in for his football career, she'd expected a regular style home.

Instead, the girl who grew up in a home with bare concrete floors and a gauzy curtain covering the front entrance for three quarters of the year was floored as she looked around at the gigantic, luxurious home in front of her.

Twelve foot high ceilings, furniture that was clearly custom made for a man Brutus's size, high tech touches everywhere… the man's living room alone was bigger than her entire home growing up. She couldn't even begin to try and put a price tag on what it all cost.

"Are you okay?" Brutus asked her, taking her hand. "Linda, if you don't want to-"

"No… no, I want to," she assured him. "I just… when you told me you had a regular style house, I expected something different. This isn't a normal house, Brutus. It's luxe on a level I've never seen before."

Brutus looked around, slightly surprised. "I guess I need to recheck my definition of normal then. But this house is hardly luxurious compared to you."

Linda felt heat flush her neck, and she bit her lip. "Brutus…"

"It's okay." He took her hand again. "Linda, I want you.

I'm not going to lie. We've kissed twice, and my chest is still tight from the memories of those kisses, and the anticipation of what I want to do.

But there's no pressure. If you want to just have a drink, we can do that.

You want to have me drive you back to base, I'll do that.

But if you would let me… I want you very, very much. "

This time, when he tugged her closer she went with him, kissing him again. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her into the living room and to the couch, where they tumbled to the soft surface, Linda still in his arms.

"Wow." Linda landed on top of Brutus, feeling the surface of the couch.

It felt like one of those couches that somehow instantly molded to your body regardless of how you moved, supporting you perfectly and making you feel like you were on a cloud. The upholstery was both silky yet cool to the touch, and her fingers wanted to stroke it again and again.

"I could get used to this couch."

"And I could get used to you on the couch with me." Brutus reached for the hem of her crop top.

She's worn it on purpose, knowing it was one of her sexiest pieces of clothing. She wanted to feel sexy on their date, and Brutus had made her feel especially so.

They squirmed, clothing flew around the couch until Linda found herself nude, Brutus's arms wrapped around her as he kissed and nibbled at her neck, his hands stroking her flesh and lighting her body on fire.

She was just as ravenous, exploring the feeling of his muscles and reaching down to gasp as she found his manhood, hard and insistent against her belly.

"How do you even get your football pants on with that thing?"

Brutus chuckled. "I'm more of a grower than a shower. And I don't get hard for football. For you… very hard."

"Gracias Dios for growth then," she said before kissing him again intensely.

They ground against each other, squirming back and forth before Brutus tumbled to the carpeted floor, pulling Linda with him. She grinned, pinning him down.

"So it's like that, huh?"

She slid up his body, Brutus grinning as he helped, pulling her higher until she was straddling his face, and he licked his lips.

Lifting his head, he kissed the tender flower between her legs and Linda moaned, pitching forward and barely catching herself on the carpet as Brutus and his tongue did things to her body that she'd never experienced before.

She didn’t know where he learned to pleasure a woman like this… but she was glad he did.

Linda had never had a man use his mouth and tongue on her the way Brutus did. Growing up in a macho culture, and then in the macho Army, her previous lovers had all been the type to 'go to pound town,' which she admitted she enjoyed when a lover had skillful stamina.

But when Brutus's tongue stroked the button at the top of her cleft she knew that she'd found another new favorite.

He tasted and licked her like his entire purpose in the moment was to make her body melt and give in to his caresses, and as he nibbled on her clit, she couldn't resist it.

She surrendered to him, amazed that even though she was on top, he was the one in total control of her pleasure.

"That's it, Linda," Brutus encouraged her as her hips started rolling, grinding down on his eager lips and tongue. "Let go baby. I've got you."

Linda moaned in utter ecstasy, riding Brutus's face, his fingertips digging into her hips as he brought her untold levels of pleasure.

She threw her head back as she felt a release building in her body.

She'd been too long without a lover, and while she wasn't afraid to take care of her own needs in her room in the barracks, she'd never felt something this big building inside her.

It was almost scary, but at the same time she felt totally secure under Brutus's control, his mouth and hands and touch telling her that she could fall apart with him.

She'd never felt safer being totally out of control with a man, and as the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit quickly, she gave herself totally into his touch.

The first jolt of her orgasm hit her like a punch in the chest, stopping her breath and making her eyes roll back in their sockets.

Her hips lost all control, her thighs trembling as she felt waves of release course through her.

Brutus stayed right with her through it all, hungrily sucking and drinking down her juices until his face gleamed in the overhead lights, and he was grinning foolishly, everything from his nose to his chin gleaming.

"You should see how you look from down here."

Linda chuckled, and pushed down his body so she could kiss him, licking her tang off his lips. "You should see how you look. Half drunk almost."

Brutus smiled and kissed her back. His arms wrapped around her, stroking her skin and cupping her ass. "You are pretty intoxicating."

They kissed again, Linda pushing her body back along his torso until she felt something press against her.

Breaking the kiss, she looked over her shoulder at his still rock hard dick, knowing what she wanted next.

He was big, a lot bigger than any of her previous lovers for sure, and even though she knew that didn't mean anything about his skills as a lover, the primal part of her yearned to feel the pleasure such an endowment could give her.

"We can't let that go to waste, can we?"

Brutus shook his head, his breath catching as she reached down and took him in her hand. Holding him aloft, she positioned him at her entrance. "Brush your hair back," he said, his voice tight. "Or let me. I want to see this."

Linda tossed her head back, looking down at the junction between her thighs as Brutus disappeared into her body inch by gloriously thick inch. She felt filled before he was even halfway inside her and she paused, her breath coming in short hitches as she finally had to pause.

"Brutus, I-"

"Take what you need, Linda." He reached up to hold her by the waist. He supported her weight effortlessly, the strength and power that could inflict untold damage on a football field restrained and adjusted totally towards her needs and her pleasure. "I've got you."

Linda relaxed, letting herself go into Brutus's hands.

His strength was amazing, he held her stone still as her body slowly, agonizingly adjusted to his massive, amazing dick.

When she felt the pain go away she lifted up a little, sliding back down and feeling her eyes literally cross as another fresh, deep wave of pleasure pulsed its way up her spine to explode in her lust-addled brain.

"Oh fuuuucck…"

"That's it," Brutus said encouragingly, his voice tight as he held himself under steel willed control.

She could feel his desire to claim her, to ravage her body and seize what he wanted.

But he held back, letting her adjust so they both could enjoy it.

"God you feel so good. Just let yourself be, Linda. I've got you."

And the truth was, she felt it. She could feel herself in his hands as she rode up and down his length, slowly working more and more inside her with each rise and fall of her hips.

By the time her ass settled against his hips she was throbbing, her body shivering with the need to come again, her eyes tight as she tried to draw it out.

But Brutus wouldn't let her.

"Linda." He let go of her waist to cup her breasts. "Let go. It's okay. I've got you."

The inherent strength and comfort in his voice, the surety and the desire, unlocked her inner vixen, and she let go of all restraints she had.

Riding him fast and hard, her hips clapped up and down on his thighs, her body jolted by the intense sensation of his manhood thrusting in and out of her.

He was unlike any man she'd ever been with before, and while size wasn't everything, in Brutus's case, it was enough to trigger nerves and sensations inside her she didn't even knew existed.

Her second orgasm hit her even harder, her body shaking so hard she spasmed off of him, gasping and curling up on the floor until she thought she was going to lose consciousness.

But when it passed she looked at him and saw he was still hard…

and the fighter inside her knew she wasn't going to let him go unsatisfied.

Turning around, she planted her elbows on the cushion of the couch. "Inside me." She looked over her shoulder. "Brutus, do it until you let go this time. Fill me up."