She found the box shoved behind the tree stand on Christmas Eve, half a dozen dog-eared paperbacks with titles like Santa's Naughty List and Elf Gangbang. The covers showed women bent over candy-cane striped laps, tits out, mouths open. She pulled one free, flipped it open, and started reading right there on the living room floor.
The words hit hard and fast. No buildup, just straight to the action: a woman on her knees in front of the fireplace, sucking a thick cock while snow fell outside. Her own cunt clenched.
She kept reading, one hand sliding down her jeans to rub her clit through her panties. The story got dirtier. The guy pulled out, bent her over the couch, and rammed into her pussy without warning. She moaned out loud in the empty room.
By the time she reached the second chapter, her fingers were inside herself, pumping hard. The book described the man spanking her ass red while he fucked her, calling her his Christmas whore. She came once, quick and sharp, thighs shaking, but kept going. The next scene had her on all fours under the tree, taking it in the ass while tinsel stuck to her sweaty skin. She yanked her jeans down, spread her legs wider, and fucked herself with three fingers until she was dripping on the rug.
The front door opened. He walked in carrying wood for the fire and stopped when he saw her. Pants around her ankles, shirt pulled up, one hand working her soaked pussy while the other held the open book.
"Found my stash," he said, voice already rough.
She didn't stop. "Read this one. Page forty-two. He fucks her in the ass while she reads the next chapter out loud."
He dropped the wood. Belt came off fast. He crossed the room, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her up to her knees. "Open your mouth."
His cock was already hard when he shoved it between her lips. She sucked greedily, tasting salt and skin, while he reached down and took the book from her hand. He flipped to the page she mentioned and started reading the filthy lines in a flat, commanding voice.
"Her asshole stretched around his cock. She begged for more."
She moaned around his dick, spit running down her chin. He fucked her throat for a minute, then pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach over the arm of the couch. One rough thrust and he was balls-deep in her cunt. She gasped. He didn't ease in. He pounded her, hips slapping, one hand holding the book open above her head.
"Keep reading," he ordered.
She tried. Her voice shook every time he slammed into her. "He pulled out and pressed the head against her tight little asshole. She pushed back, taking every inch."
He did exactly that. Spit on her hole, lined up, and drove in. She cried out, fingers clawing the cushion. He fucked her ass hard and steady, using the book as a script. Every nasty line he read, he acted out. Spanking. Hair pulling. Calling her names that made her clench tighter around him.
When he was close, he pulled out, flipped her over, and shoved back into her pussy. "Come on my cock," he growled. She did, hard, legs locked around his waist while he unloaded deep inside her. Hot pulses filled her up and leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed like that, breathing heavy, the book fallen open on the floor beside them. Snow tapped the window. He pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from her used cunt, then reached for the next book in the box.
"Page one," he said. "Start reading."
She picked it up with shaky hands and began.
