She posted the fic at 2 a.m., fingers still sticky from touching herself while she wrote the last scene. The tags were blunt: explicit, anal, rough, strangers to lovers. Within an hour the comments started rolling in. One stood out. No username, just a guest account that wrote, "That last line made my cock throb. I'd bend you over the same way if you let me."
She replied in the comments section itself. "Prove it."
They moved to private messages fast. He sent a photo of his hand wrapped around a thick, veined dick already leaking at the tip. She sent back a shot of her spread thighs, two fingers buried in her cunt. The messages got filthier after that. He told her exactly how he'd fuck her: no slow build-up, just spit on his cock and shove it in. She told him she'd take it, every inch, and beg for more.
They met the next night in a cheap motel room. No names. She walked in wearing a short skirt and nothing underneath. He locked the door, grabbed her by the hair, and pushed her face-down on the bed.
"Spread," he said.
She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He spat on her hole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and pushed in without warning. The stretch burned. She groaned into the mattress while he worked the rest of his length inside her in three hard thrusts. Once he was buried balls-deep he started fucking her like he meant it. Skin slapped. The headboard banged the wall. Every time he pulled out she felt empty, and every time he slammed back in she pushed her hips up to take more.
He reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles. "You're dripping down my balls," he growled. "Fucking slut wrote that story just so someone would come wreck her."
She came hard, cunt clenching around nothing while her ass squeezed his cock. He didn't slow down. He fucked her through it, then pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back into her pussy. She was soaked. He bottomed out on the first stroke and kept going, pounding her so the wet sounds filled the room. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clawed at his back.
"Harder," she said. "Use me."
He did. He pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her until her tits bounced and her voice broke on every moan. When he was close he pulled out, straddled her chest, and fed his cock into her mouth. She tasted herself and him together. He held her head with both hands and thrust until he shot down her throat in thick pulses. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean while he watched.
They didn't talk much after. He left. She stayed another hour, legs still shaky, scrolling AO3 on her phone with one hand between her thighs. The comment was still there under her fic. She typed a new reply with her clean hand.
"Round two tomorrow?"
The response came back in under a minute. "Bring lube. I'm not stopping at one hole next time."
