Amanda’s Midnight Intruder: Fear Turned to Fire

Amanda slept deeply, sheets tangled around her bare legs, thin cotton tank riding up to expose the soft curve of her hip. The room was dark except for the faint silver glow slipping through the half-open blinds. She didn’t hear the window ease open. Didn’t feel the mattress dip under new weight until a rough hand clamped over her mouth and another pinned her wrist to the pillow.

Her eyes flew open. Heart slammed against her ribs. A shadowed figure loomed above her—broad shoulders, face hidden in darkness, breath hot against her ear. “Shhh,” he rasped, voice low and gravelly. “Don’t scream. You’ll like this more if you don’t fight.”

Terror should have paralyzed her. Instead a shameful jolt of heat shot straight to her core. Her nipples tightened instantly under the thin fabric. Between her thighs she felt herself slick and swelling before her mind could catch up. She whimpered against his palm—not entirely from fear.

He shifted, knee forcing her legs apart. His free hand yanked her tank up over her breasts, exposing them to the cool air. Rough fingers pinched one nipple hard enough to make her arch. “Look at you,” he murmured, almost amused. “Already dripping for a stranger who broke in.”

Amanda’s mind screamed run, fight, scream—but her body betrayed her. When he slid a thick finger between her folds, she was embarrassingly wet. He groaned low in his throat, added a second finger, pumped slowly while his thumb circled her clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily. A muffled moan escaped around his hand.

He pulled his fingers free, slick and shining, and smeared them across her lips. “Taste how much you want this.” She licked without thinking—salty, musky, hers. Shame burned hotter than fear. Then she felt the blunt head of his cock nudge her entrance. No condom. No warning. Just slow, relentless pressure as he pushed inside.

She gasped against his palm as he stretched her—thick, hot, unforgiving. He sank in inch by inch until his hips pressed flush against hers, buried to the hilt. “Fuck,” he growled. “So tight… like you were waiting for me.” He started moving—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Each thrust forced a choked whimper from her throat.

She should have been terrified. Instead she was burning. Her free hand clawed at his shoulder—not to push away, but to pull him closer. Legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, heels digging into his ass to urge him deeper. He noticed. Laughed darkly against her neck. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Let the bad man fuck you stupid while you pretend you don’t love it.”

He released her mouth to grip her throat instead—just enough pressure to make her dizzy, to make every thrust feel sharper. She moaned freely now—loud, broken, shameless. “Please…” she gasped, not even sure what she was begging for. More. Harder. To never stop.

He pounded into her faster, bed creaking, headboard tapping the wall. His hand left her throat to rub brutal circles over her clit. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Come on the cock that broke into your house and claimed you.” The command tipped her over. Orgasm ripped through her—back arching, thighs shaking, pussy spasming and gushing around him. She cried out his name even though she didn’t know it.

He followed seconds later—growling low, hips slamming forward as he flooded her with hot, thick spurts. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside. When he finally stilled, he stayed buried in her, breathing hard against her neck.

After a long moment he pulled out slow, cum leaking from her swollen pussy onto the sheets. He kissed her once—rough, possessive—then whispered, “Next time I won’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you beg for it.”

He slipped out the window as silently as he’d come. Amanda lay there trembling, heart racing, thighs slick, body still pulsing with aftershocks. She should have called the police. Instead she slid her fingers between her legs, rubbed his cum into her clit, and came again—quietly, shamefully—thinking of the stranger who’d taken her and left her ruined for anything safe.

She left the window cracked that night. And every night after.