She slammed the book shut and looked at me across the couch, eyes dark. “Does Fourth Wing have smut?” she asked, voice already rough.
I didn’t answer with words. I grabbed her by the hips, yanked her onto my lap, and shoved my tongue down her throat while my hand went straight under her skirt. No panties. She was already wet, slick and hot against my fingers. I shoved two inside her without warning and she gasped into my mouth.
“Answer the fucking question,” she panted, grinding down on my hand.
“Yeah,” I growled, curling my fingers hard against her front wall. “It’s got smut. Dragon riders fucking like animals. Just like we’re about to.”
I flipped her onto her back, yanked her legs open, and buried my face between her thighs. She tasted sweet and filthy. I licked her clit in fast, sloppy circles while I fucked her with three fingers, stretching her open. She came hard, thighs clamping around my head, cursing my name.
Before she could catch her breath I stood, shoved my jeans down, and fed her my cock. She took it deep, gagging, spit running down her chin while I fucked her throat. “That’s it,” I snarled. “Suck it like you’re riding a dragon. Fourth Wing made you this wet, didn’t it?”
She pulled off with a wet pop. “Prove the book’s got smut. Fuck me like those scenes.”
I hauled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and slammed into her from behind in one thrust. She was tight and dripping. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and pounded her, the slap of skin loud and filthy. Every time she moaned I gave it to her harder, balls slapping her clit.
“More,” she begged. “Tell me what happens in the book.”
I leaned over her back, teeth on her ear. “They fuck against walls. In the rain. She comes so hard she screams. Just like you’re about to.”
I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles while I railed her. She came again, pussy clamping and fluttering around my cock, soaking my balls. I didn’t stop. I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around me. I fucked her standing, her back against the wall, driving up into her so deep she sobbed.
When I finally came I stayed buried inside her, pumping every drop deep while she shook through another orgasm. We slid down to the floor, sweaty and wrecked.
She looked at me, dazed and smiling. “So… does Fourth Wing have smut?”
I kissed her hard, tasting both of us on her tongue. “It does now.”
