"His Midnight Confessions."

I am in my room sleeping, suddenly, my brothers best friend enters and shuts the door. Then, he advances towards me, fully awake with lust in his eyes...

I'm asleep when the bedroom door latches shut, stirring me from my dreams. My eyes flick open to see his silhouette slicing through the dim light. Dylan. My brother's best friend. He's a tall, muscular figure. A predator in the night. I go still as he prowls closer, his eyes gleaming with an unmistakable hunger. He's fully awake, fully dressed, and fully hard. The bulge in his jeans is impossible to miss. He reaches my bedside, leaning down. His breath is hot on my face, smelling of whiskey and cigarettes. His lips brush against my ear. "Were you dreaming of me, princess?" His voice is a low growl, sending a shiver down my spine. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, see the pulse throbbing in his neck. I don't answer, too stunned to form words. He smirks, his hand snaking out to tangle in my hair. He tugs gently, forcing my head back to expose my neck. His tongue traces a line from my collarbone up to my jaw, making me gasp. His other hand roams down my body, skimming over my breasts, tweaking my nipples through the thin fabric of my tank top. I arch into his touch, betraying my body's response. He chuckles, a dark sound that sends another shiver through me. "You like that, don't you?" His hand continues its journey south, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. His fingers find my slit, already slick with need. He groans, rubbing his thumb over my clit in slow, torturous circles. "Fuck, you're soaked," he murmurs, pushing two fingers inside me. I moan, my hips bucking against his hand. He grinds his erection against my thigh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I've been dreaming of this for so long," he admits, his voice thick with desire. "Of tasting you, of making you come undone beneath me."

He finally draws back from my ear, his mouth crashing down on mine, stealing my breath. His kiss is brutal, demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matches his eyes. I kiss him back, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. He grinds against my thigh, his fingers pumping in and out of me, his thumb never ceasing its torment on my clit. His mouth moves to my neck, biting and sucking, marking me as his. I whimper, my body arching off the bed, desperate for more. He trails hot, wet kisses down my chest, pushing my tank top up to expose my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him to me. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault on my pussy. I'm panting, my body slick with sweat, my hips grinding against his hand. He growls, his teeth grazing my nipple before he sits up, straddling my thighs. He grabs the hem of his t-shirt and rips it off, revealing his muscular chest, glistening with a sheen of sweat. I reach out, tracing the lines of his abs, marveling at the hard planes of his body. He grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing my palm before sucking my fingers into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. "I need to taste you," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and yanks them down, tossing them aside. He settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing my legs wide. He leans down, his breath hot on my pussy. "Fuck, you smell incredible," he murmurs, before his tongue swipes up my slit, licking me from entrance to clit. I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth. He chuckles, his fingers digging into my thighs, holding me in place. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he teases, before his mouth descends on me again, his tongue lapping at my folds, his lips sucking on my clit.

His tongue delves deeper, probing my entrance before retreating to my clit, teasing, circling, driving me wild. Each flick sends jolts of pleasure through me, making my back arch and my toes curl. I grip the sheets, knuckles white, as he feasts on me, his growls vibrating against my sensitive flesh. He slips a finger inside, then another, curling them to hit that sweet spot while his mouth works magic on my clit. I'm a writhing mess beneath him, my hips grinding against his face, chasing the orgasm building within me. He looks up, his eyes locking onto mine, his chin glistening with my arousal. The sight of him, so primal and hungry, sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. "Dylan," I gasp, his name a plea on my lips. He responds by redoubling his efforts, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue lashing against my clit. I can feel it building, the tension coiling in my belly, ready to snap. He knows it too, his eyes never leaving mine, watching my reaction, controlling my pleasure. He slides his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue, licking deep into me, tasting every inch of my pussy. I'm trembling, so close, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, and that's all it takes. I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He doesn't stop, his tongue and lips coaxing every last spasm from my body. As I come down from my high, he crawls up my body, his muscles slick with sweat, his eyes wild with lust. He captures my mouth in a brutal kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, hot and insistent. I reach down, wrapping my hand around him, stroking him through his jeans. He groans into my mouth, his body shuddering at my touch. "Fuck, yes," he hisses, breaking the kiss. "Touch me, princess. Make me come undone like I did you." He grinds against my hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wants to come, but he also wants to be inside me, his hesitation clear. He leans down, his lips hovering over my ear. "Tell me what you want," he demands, his voice a low growl. "Tell me to fuck you."

His lips brush against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me to fuck you," he repeats, his voice a low, insistent growl. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, his body trembling with restraint. I look into his eyes, seeing the raw need reflected back at me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling his hardness press against my slick entrance. "I want you to fuck me," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. His eyes flash with hunger, and he kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. He reaches down, positioning himself at my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet folds. I moan, my hips lifting to meet him, eager to feel him inside me. He teases me, just the tip, before sliding in an inch, then pulling out, repeating the torturous rhythm. I whimper, my nails digging into his back, urging him to go deeper. He chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound, before he slams into me, filling me completely. I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him, the sudden fullness overwhelming. He starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his cock sliding in and out of me with a slick, wet sound. Each thrust hits that sweet spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I match his rhythm, my hips grinding against his, our bodies slapping together, the room filling with the sound of our fucking. He leans down, his forehead resting against mine, his breath hot on my face. "You feel so fucking good," he groans, his voice strained. "So wet, so tight. You're gonna make me come so hard." His words send a fresh wave of desire crashing through me, my body clenching around him, my orgasm building again. He feels it, his eyes widening as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. "Come with me," he demands, his voice a low growl. "Come on my cock, princess. Let me feel you come undone around me." He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in tight circles. That's all it takes. I scream, my body convulsing as my orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groans, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot seed. We ride out our orgasms together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, our hearts pounding in sync.

I push him off me, rolling him onto his back. He looks at me, surprised. "Where are you going?" "Nowhere," I purr, straddling his chest. I slide up his body, until my pussy is just above his mouth. "I want you to eat me again," I demand, lowering myself onto him. He growls, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me down onto his face. His tongue lashes out, licking a hot, wet stripe from my ass to my clit. I moan, grinding against him, feeling his stubble scrape against my sensitive flesh. He devours me, his tongue delving deep into my pussy, fucking me with it, before retreating to lick and suck at my clit. He's relentless, his mouth working me over, his fingers digging into my flesh. I can feel another orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He senses it, his eyes locked onto mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He reaches up, pinching my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure-pain shooting through me. I'm so close, my body trembling, my hips grinding against his face. He knows it, his eyes never leaving mine. He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, and then bites down, just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through me. I scream, my body convulsing as my orgasm rips through me. He doesn't stop, his mouth and fingers working me over, coaxing every last spasm from my body. I collapse onto the bed, my body spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He crawls up my body, his eyes wild with lust, his cock hard and ready. He flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up, positioning me on my knees. He spits on his hand, rubbing it onto his cock, coating himself in saliva. He presses against my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing me. "You want this?" He grunts, his voice strained. "You want me to fuck you like this?" "Yes, “I moan. “Please, Dylan. Fuck me."