She grabbed the book off the nightstand and flipped it open to the marked page. "Look at this shit," she said, voice already thick. "Guy's got her bent over the table, ramming his cock balls-deep while she begs for more." Her hand slid down between her legs without waiting for me. She rubbed her clit through her panties, eyes scanning the words. "Fuck, this is hot. Read the next part out loud."
I took the book, cleared my throat, and started reading the scene straight. "He yanked her skirt up and shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt, twisting them while his thumb worked her clit." My own dick was already hard, pressing against my jeans. She pulled her panties aside and pushed two fingers inside herself, matching the rhythm I was reading. Wet sounds filled the room fast. "Keep going," she ordered, hips rocking.
I read faster. "He pulled his fingers out, lined his thick cock up, and slammed in until his hips slapped her ass." She moaned and added a third finger, fucking herself harder. "Yeah, just like that. Tell me what happens next." I kept reading, describing every thrust, every slap of skin, every filthy command the guy in the book gave. She came once just from her fingers and the words, thighs shaking, but she didn't stop.
"Take your cock out," she said, voice rough. "Stroke it while you read the next scene." I unzipped, wrapped my hand around my shaft, and kept going. The book had them switching to her riding him reverse, so she climbed on top facing away, grabbed my dick, and sank down in one motion. Her pussy was soaked and tight. She started bouncing, ass cheeks jiggling with every drop. "Read the part where he grabs her hips and pounds up into her," she demanded.
I read it while she fucked me exactly like the scene. My free hand gripped her hip, yanking her down harder each time. "He told her she was a dirty little slut who needed cock every night," I said, reading the dialogue.
She moaned louder. "Call me that. Say it." So I did, raw and direct: "You're a dirty little slut riding my cock like you can't get enough." She clenched around me and came again, pussy pulsing.
We flipped to another marked page. This one had the woman on her knees, sucking cock while the guy held her head. She slid off me, dropped to the floor, and took me into her mouth without hesitation. I read the description: "She gagged when he pushed deeper, spit running down her chin, but she kept sucking like she wanted him to fuck her throat." I held her hair and thrust into her mouth, matching the words. She took it, eyes watering, moaning around my shaft.
When I pulled her up, the book was open to a long scene of them fucking on the floor, her legs over his shoulders. We moved there. I pushed her knees back and drove in deep, pounding exactly like the page said. Sweat slicked our skin. Every thrust made wet, slapping sounds. She grabbed the book, read the next lines herself between gasps: "He fucked her so hard she couldn't form words, just whimpered and took it." I did exactly that, hips snapping, cock buried to the hilt each time.
We kept switching scenes for over an hour. One had her on all fours getting spanked while fucked from behind; we did that too, my palm cracking across her ass until it was red. Another had slow, grinding sex with dirty talk about filling her up; she made me hold still deep inside while she circled her hips and whispered how she wanted my cum. When I finally let go, I pulled out and painted her ass and lower back with thick ropes, just like one of the book's messier endings.
She collapsed forward, breathing hard, book still in one hand. "We need to mark more pages," she said, already flipping ahead. "Next round starts with the one where he eats her out until she screams." I was already getting hard again. We weren't stopping until we'd acted out every single smut book scene she'd tagged.
