I grabbed her phone while she was in the shower and scrolled through her notes app like the filthy little thief I am. There they were, line after line of smut quotes she'd saved, each one dirtier than the last. "Spread your legs wider so I can watch my cum drip out of you." "Choke on it, baby, I want to feel your throat squeeze my cock." "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name." My dick got hard instantly. I stripped and walked into the bathroom, phone in hand.
She turned, water running down her tits, and smirked when she saw what I held. "Caught me," she said, no shame at all. I read the next one out loud. "Bend over the counter and take every inch like the slut you are." Her nipples tightened. I stepped into the shower, grabbed her hips, and spun her around. "You want that? Say it."
"Fuck yes," she breathed, pushing her ass back against me. I lined up and shoved inside her in one rough thrust. She gasped, hands slapping the tile. I didn't go slow. I fucked her hard, water splashing everywhere, reading another quote between thrusts. "Tell me how much you love being used." Her voice came out ragged. "I love it. Use me. Fuck me like you own this pussy."
I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I pounded her. She came fast, clenching so tight I almost lost it. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and pushed her down to her knees. "Open." She did, tongue out, and I fed her my cock. She sucked like she was starving, eyes watering when I hit the back of her throat. Another quote from memory: "Swallow every drop or I'll make you lick it off the floor."
I came down her throat with a groan. She swallowed, licked her lips, then stood and kissed me messy.
We didn't stop there. I carried her wet ass to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and spread her open. "Time for the next one," I said, and buried my face between her legs. She tasted like heaven and sin. I licked and sucked until she was shaking, then flipped her onto all fours and slid back inside.
We went through half her list that night. Doggy while I pulled her hair. Missionary with her legs over my shoulders so I could go deep. Her riding me while she read the quotes out loud, voice breaking every time she came. "I'm going to fill you up until it's running down your thighs." I did exactly that, twice. By the time we collapsed, both of us were wrecked, sheets soaked, bodies marked with fingerprints and bites.
She curled against me, still catching her breath. "We should add more tomorrow," she whispered. I grinned against her neck. "Fuck yes we should."
