**Claiming Linda**

I’d always secretly wanted my stepmom, Linda, but I never thought she’d actually let me have her—until tonight.

She was in the kitchen, bent over the counter in nothing but a silky robe that barely covered her thick thighs. I could see the curve of her ass when she reached for a glass, and my cock twitched in my jeans. She knew I was watching—she always knew.

Then she turned around, her full tits barely hidden behind the robe, and smirked. “Like what you see, baby?”

I swallowed hard. We’d been dancing around this for months—her teasing, me pretending not to stare. But tonight felt different. The way she licked her lips, the way her fingers toyed with her robe’s belt.

“Yeah,” I growled. “I fucking love it.”

She laughed, slow and wicked, and let the robe slip open just enough to show me a flash of her dark nipples. “Too bad you’ll never get to touch.”

That pissed me off. I moved fast, grabbing her wrist and slamming her against the counter. She gasped, but her eyes burned with excitement.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, grinding my hard cock against her ass.

She struggled—just enough to make it feel real. “Get off me!” But her voice was breathy, her hips arching back into me.

I yanked her robe open, revealing her naked body—heavy tits, soft stomach, and a thick patch of dark hair between her thighs. My hand slid between her legs, fingers brushing her wet pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re already dripping.”

She bit her lip. “I didn’t say you could—“

I shut her up by shoving two fingers inside. She moaned, her cunt clenching around me, and I knew she was loving this. “You wanted this,” I growled in her ear. “You knew I’d take it.”

She whimpered, but her hips rocked against my hand. “You’re such a fucking brat…”

I yanked my fingers out, spun her around, and forced her onto the counter. She was panting, her chest flushed, tits bouncing as I spread her legs.

“Gonna fuck you raw,” I muttered, unbuckling my jeans. My cock sprang out, thick and throbbing.

She grabbed my wrist again, but her grip was weak. “You wouldn’t—”

I didn’t let her finish. I shoved inside, balls-deep in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her nails digging into my arms, but I didn’t stop. Her cunt was tight and hot, gripping me like a fucking vise.

“Yes,” she moaned, her defiance crumbling. “Fuck, yes…”

I slammed into her, my hips pounding against her ass as she clung to the counter. Every thrust made her tits bounce, her pussy gushing around my cock.

“Gonna fill you up,” I grunted, gripping her hips. “Gonna knock you up right here.”

She shuddered, her walls clamping down. “Oh God, yes—breed me, baby. Fucking breed me…”

Her words sent me over the edge. My balls tightened, and with one last brutal thrust, I came hard, shooting deep inside her. She cried out, shaking as her own orgasm wrecked her, her pussy milking every drop from me.

I stayed inside her, panting, still gripping her hips. She turned her head to smirk at me—still in control, even when she pretended not to be.

“Next time,” she whispered, “I’ll be on top.”