She walked into the bar like she owned the place, short skirt riding up her thighs, and I knew right away she was the one who wrote all that filthy shit online. I bought her a drink and cut straight to it. "Your smut fiction made my cock throb every time I read it. I jerked off three times to the last one."
She smirked, eyes dropping to my crotch. "Good. You want to fuck the author?"
We didn't finish the drinks. Her apartment was two blocks away. The door barely shut before I had her against the wall, tongue in her mouth, hands yanking that skirt up. No panties. Her pussy was already slick.
I shoved two fingers inside her and pumped hard. "This what you write about? Getting finger-fucked like a slut?"
She moaned and ground down on my hand. "Yeah. Now shut up and use your cock."
I pulled my dick out, thick and already leaking, and slammed it into her in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like she needed it. I fucked her standing up, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass with every drive. Her tits bounced under her top until I ripped it open and sucked a nipple hard. She clawed my back and begged for it deeper.
We moved to the couch. I bent her over the arm, spread her cheeks, and drove back in. Her pussy made wet sounds every time I bottomed out. "Fuck, your cunt is dripping," I growled, slapping her ass red. She pushed back, taking every inch, moaning like the characters in her stories. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough until she came, squeezing my cock so hard I almost lost it.
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Legs over my shoulders, I pounded her again, watching my cock stretch her open. She looked down at it, eyes glassy. "Harder. Fuck me like you mean it." I did. Sweat dripped off me onto her tits. I leaned in and kissed her dirty, tongues messy, while I hammered her pussy without mercy.
She came again, screaming, and I followed, shooting thick loads deep inside her. Cum leaked out around my cock as I kept thrusting through it. We didn't stop there. She pushed me down and climbed on, riding me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce. Her pussy slid up and down my shaft, shiny with our mess. I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, balls slapping her clit.
"Talk to me," she demanded. "Tell me how filthy I am."
"You're a dirty slut who writes smut fiction and then gets used like one," I said, voice rough. "Your cunt's full of my cum and you still want more."
She came again on that, shaking, then spun around and sucked me clean, tasting us both. I got hard fast. This time I took her on the floor, doggy style, yanking her hair while I fucked her raw. She pushed back every time, greedy for it. I reached under and pinched her clit, making her gush around me.
By the third round she was on all fours again, ass up, begging me to fill her one more time. I did, grunting as I pumped another load into her. We collapsed, breathing hard, bodies slick.
She rolled over and grinned. "Write that into your next story," I told her.
She laughed, low and satisfied. "Only if you come back tomorrow and help me research the next chapter."
