She found the stack of smut books in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. Thick paperbacks with creased spines and dog-eared pages, every one of them filthy. Titles like "Taken Hard" and "Her Dirty Secret" stared back at her. She flipped one open and the first paragraph hit her straight in the cunt: a woman on her knees, mouth stretched around a thick cock, saliva dripping down her chin while the guy called her a greedy little whore.
Her pussy clenched. She sat on the edge of the bed and kept reading. Page after page of raw fucking. No romance, just hard cocks pounding wet holes, fingers digging into ass cheeks, come splattering across tits and tongues. By the time she reached the third chapter her panties were soaked through. She slid a hand down her jeans and rubbed her clit in quick circles, breathing hard, eyes locked on the words.
He walked in and caught her. "Found my books, huh?" His voice was low and rough. No embarrassment, just heat.
She didn't pull her hand out. "These are fucking filthy."
"Yeah. And you're dripping because of them." He stepped closer, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, tasting her arousal. "You like reading that shit? You like imagining some guy using you like those sluts in the books?"
She nodded, already breathless. "Yes."
He yanked her jeans down and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. No teasing. Just deep, rough thrusts that made her gasp. "Then spread your legs and let me fuck you like one of those stories."
She kicked the jeans off and lay back, book still open beside her. He stripped fast, cock already hard and leaking. He didn't ask. He just climbed over her, grabbed the book, and read the next line out loud while he shoved inside her in one thrust.
"Her pussy swallowed every inch like she was made for it." He bottomed out and stayed there, grinding deep. "Sound familiar?"
She moaned and rocked her hips. "Fuck me harder. Just like in the book."
He did. No slow build. He fucked her like the pages described: fast, deep, balls slapping her ass, one hand pinning her wrists above her head. The headboard slammed the wall. Sweat slicked their skin. Every time he pulled out she could hear how wet she was, then he slammed back in and she cried out. He kept reading snippets between thrusts, voice ragged.
"Take that cock, you dirty bitch." He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back inside. "You want it rough like they do in those books?"
"Yes. God, yes." She pushed back against him, greedy for every inch. His hand cracked across her ass and she clenched around him. He kept spanking and fucking, alternating sharp slaps with brutal strokes until her thighs shook.
He pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. "Open your mouth." She did. He fed her his cock, still shiny with her juices, and fucked her throat the way the book described. She gagged, spit ran down her chin, but she took it, eyes watering, pussy throbbing untouched.
When he pulled back she begged. "Fuck my cunt again. I need it."
He slid down, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded her deep. The angle hit that spot that made her see white. She came hard, cunt pulsing around him, soaking the sheets. He didn't stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and stroked his cock fast until thick ropes of come painted her stomach and tits.
They lay there panting. She reached for the book again, flipped to another marked page, and read the next scene out loud. "He bent her over and took her ass."
His cock twitched against her thigh. "You want that too?"
She looked him dead in the eye. "Yeah. Read it while you do it."
He grabbed the lube from the drawer, slicked his fingers, and worked her open while he read the filthy words. By the time he pressed his cock against her tight hole she was pushing back, desperate. He sank in slow at first, then deeper, stretching her until she moaned like the women in the books.
He fucked her ass the same raw way he fucked her pussy: hard, relentless, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. She came again, tighter this time, body shaking. He followed, groaning as he filled her.
Afterward they lay tangled, the open smut book between them. She traced a finger over a stained page. "We should read the rest together."
He laughed, low and dirty. "Page by page. Every single one."
She smiled, already wet again. The books had started it, but the real filth was just beginning.
