STORY TIME: ME AND MY MALE BEST FRIEND

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I never thought I would be standing here, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he stands so close to me, his hands gently grazing the curve of my waist. His fingers are warm, almost feverish, and they send shivers down my spine.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispers, his voice husky and low, sending a thrill through me. It’s a question I’ve been asking myself for weeks, ever since those late-night texts turned into something more, something dangerous. But now, with his breath tickling my ear, all rational thoughts escape me.

“I don’t know,” I murmur, my voice barely audible even to my ears. My body betrays me, leaning into his touch, my hips swaying towards him instinctively. He knows what he’s doing to me, how his words and his actions are slowly unravelling the tight control I’ve kept on my life for so long.

He steps closer, his lips brushing against my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Emily,” he says, but there’s a challenge in his tone, a dare that I can’t resist.

“But you want me to,” I reply, my voice stronger now, emboldened by the flush of arousal coursing through me. His hands slide up to cup my breast squeezing lightly through the thin fabric of my blouse. I gasp, my nipples hardening instantly, pressing urgently against the lace bra beneath. “Oh, God, yes,” he hisses, his fingers pinching the sensitive peaks until I’m arching into his touch, desperate for more. “But only if you want it too.”

His words hang in the air, a silent agreement between us. I know what he’s offering, what he’s daring me to accept. My mind screams at me to stop, to walk away before this goes any further, but my body has a will of its own. I bite my lip, torn between the fear of what we’re about to do and the raw, undeniable desire surging through me.

“Just… just be careful,” I whisper, my voice trembling. It’s a plea, a warning, but also an acceptance. I can feel the weight of his knowing smile against my skin as he presses a kiss to the crook of my neck.

“Always,” he promises, his hands sliding down to my hips again, guiding me towards the bed. My legs feel like jelly, my resolve melting away under his insistent touch. I collapse onto the mattress, my breath hitching as he follows me down, pinning me to the bed with his body.

His kisses are relentless, turning my world into a blur of sensations. His mouth works its way down my throat, sucking and nibbling until I’m whimpering beneath him. His hand snakes under my skirt, slipping past the edge of my panties to find the dampness between my thighs.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his thumb circling my clit, driving me wild. I press my hips up against his hand, a silent demand for more. He responds by pushing two fingers inside me, filling me up in a way that makes my toes curl.

“Fuck.” I groan. My nails digging into his shoulders. His fingers thrust in and out, his thumb still working relentlessly on my clit. I’m so close, so ready to come apart in his arms, but he pulls back, removing his fingers with a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

“There’s something else I want to try first.”

I blink up at him, confused and frustrated. “What?” | ask, my voice breathless.

He shifts slightly, positioning himself between my legs, his erection pressing insistently against his jeans. “This,” he says, reaching between us to undo his belt. The sound of metal clicking fills the room, followed by the rasp of denim on denim as he lowers his zipper.

My eyes widen as I realize what he’s planning. “Wait, no… not that,” I protest weakly, but my resistance is half-hearted at best. Deep down, I know what I’m about to do, and despite the lingering guilt, a part of me is excited, eager even.

He pauses, his hand hovering over the button of his jeans, giving me one last chance to change my mind.

But I don’t. Instead, I nod, my pulse quickening as the reality of what we’re about to do sinks in.

With a satisfied smile, he pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It springs up, hard and throbbing, pointing directly at me. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I take in the sight of him, so big and ready.

“You’re sure?” he asks again, his voice gentle but with an underlying intensity that makes my heart race.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.

“Just… go slow.”

He nods, his expression serious as he lines himself up with my entrance. I reach down, guiding him with trembling hands, feeling the head of his cock press against my slick folds. But instead of pushing inside, he moves lower, seeking out the puckered entrance of my ass.

The realization hits me like a bolt of lightning. “Oh God,” I moan, my body tensing in anticipation. This is so wrong, so taboo, but it’s also so incredibly thrilling.

He presses forward gently, the tip of his cock brushing against my tight hole. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing as he applies light pressure, coaxing my muscles to relax. Inch by agonizing inch, he enters me, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before.

“Relax, baby,” he murmurs, his voice soothing as his hands stroke my thighs, encouraging me to let go.

“You’re doing so good.”

His words, his touch, it’s all too much. I gasp, my body quivering as his cock slides deeper, filling me up completely. It burns, a sharp sting that makes my eyes water, but beneath the discomfort, there’s a strange sense of satisfaction, of completion.

“Almost there,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. And then, with one final push, he’s fully seated inside me, his cock buried to the hilt in my ass.

For a moment, everything stops. The world narrows down to just the two of us, joined in a forbidden dance. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock pressing against the walls of my ass, a perfect fit.

“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice strained with need.

“Full,” I manage to say, my voice cracking. “So full.” He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against mine.

“Good,” he murmurs, starting to move.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape as he starts slow, teasing my ass with shallow thrusts. Each push of his cock feels like a lightning bolt, igniting every nerve ending in my body. The sensation is both foreign and exhilarating, making me crave more. My hands grip the bedsheets tightly, knuckles white as I try to maintain some semblance of control.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

“Deeper… I want you deeper.”

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunts, his voice low and husky. “You like having my cock in your tight little ass.”

I nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds inside me. Every thrust brings him closer to my core, making me feel fuller than I ever have before. My body arches involuntarily, seeking more contact, more penetration. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself on the brink of something incredible.

“More,” I plead, my voice barely audible. “I need more.”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying my desperation. With one hand still holding my hip, he uses the other to guide himself, slowly pushing deeper into me. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but the pain is quickly replaced by a new wave of pleasure. He pauses, letting me adjust to the new depth, before beginning to move again, this time with more confidence.

The feeling of being filled completely is indescribable. It’s as if every part of me is connected, vibrating with the same intensity. My breath comes in short gasps, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the sweat glistening on my skin, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat building inside me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “So tight… so perfect.”

His words only serve to heighten my arousal, making me ache for release. I reach between my legs, desperate to find some relief. My fingers brush against my clit, and I nearly come undone at the touch. The added stimulation is too much, too fast, and I can feel the orgasm building rapidly.

“Oh god,” I moan, my voice breaking. “I’m so close…”

He grunts in response, his pleasure is evident in his ragged breathing. His thrusts become more erratic, his movements jerky as he tries to hold back his release. But it’s no use; we’re both too far gone.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice thick with desire. “Let go, Emily.”

Those words are all it takes. My body convulses, my muscles tightening around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I can feel my ass clenching, milking him for all he’s worth. My fingers move frantically, pushing me further into the abyss

“Yes, yes!” I cry out, my voice echoing in the room.

“I’m coming!”

He follows soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he spills his load. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer as he empties himself into me. The feeling of his warmth inside me is almost too much, sending another wave of pleasure through my already overwhelmed body.

We stay like that momentarily, both of us panting heavily, trying to catch our breaths. His cock remains buried deep inside me, the connection unbroken. The room is silent except for our heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex.

“Emily,” he murmurs, his voice softer now. “That was… incredible.”

I nod, still too dazed to speak. The aftershocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through me, leaving me weak and trembling. My fingers are still between my legs, my body instinctively seeking more pleasure even as it slowly begins to calm down.

“Again,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I want you again.”

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