She slammed the manhwa shut but the images stayed burned behind her eyes. The panels showed the heroine on her knees, mouth stretched around a thick cock, spit dripping down her chin while the guy gripped her hair and fucked her throat raw. I’d caught her reading it three nights in a row, legs spread on the couch, fingers working fast under her shorts.
Tonight I didn’t let her hide it. I yanked the tablet out of her hands and tossed it aside. “You want that shit? You get the real thing.”
Her eyes went wide but she didn’t pull away when I shoved her to the floor. She landed on her knees exactly like the girl in the panels. I unzipped, pulled my cock out, already hard from watching her squirm. “Open.”
She did.
No hesitation. Her tongue came out flat and I slapped my dick on it, smearing precum across her lips before I pushed in. She gagged on the first thrust but didn’t back off. I held her head with both hands and fucked her mouth the way the manhwa drew it—deep, fast, no mercy. Spit ran down her neck and soaked the front of her tank top. Every time she choked I pulled out just enough for her to gasp, then slammed back in.
“Fuck, you’re sloppy,” I growled. “Just like that dirty comic you keep jerking off to.”
She moaned around my cock, the sound vibrating straight through me. Her hands came up to grip my thighs but she wasn’t pushing me away; she was pulling me deeper. I used her mouth until my balls tightened and I knew I’d blow if I kept going. I dragged her up by the hair, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch.
Her shorts and panties came down in one rough tug. She was dripping. I ran two fingers through her cunt, spread the slick mess, then lined up and drove in hard. No slow build. She cried out, back arching, but she pushed back to meet every thrust. The wet slap of skin filled the room. I fucked her like the panels showed—rough, possessive, balls-deep on every stroke.
“Tell me you want it,” I demanded, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red print.
“Want it,” she gasped. “Fuck me like the manhwa. Use me.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I pounded her. Her pussy clenched hard, fluttering, and she came with a broken shout, soaking my cock. I didn’t stop. I kept driving through her orgasm until her legs shook, then pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and shoved back inside. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I watched her face—mouth open, eyes glassy, completely wrecked.
When I was close I pulled out, stroked once, twice, and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. She lay there panting, covered in it, looking exactly like the final panel she’d been staring at every night.
I wiped my cock on her thigh and dropped onto the couch beside her. “Next time we’re reading the sequel together. Page by page. You’re gonna act out every single one.”
She smiled, lazy and satisfied, fingers already tracing through the mess on her skin. “Deal.”
