Lena sat on the edge of the bed with her tablet in one hand and her other hand already shoved down her shorts. The smut read on the screen was filthy, just the way she liked it. Some faceless stud had the heroine bent over a kitchen counter, pounding her pussy so hard the dishes rattled. Lena’s fingers rubbed tight circles over her clit as she read the next line: he grabbed her hair and told her she was nothing but a wet hole for his cock.
“Shit,” Lena muttered, spreading her legs wider. Her shorts were soaked.
She yanked them down to her knees and kept reading, two fingers sliding into her cunt with a wet sound that filled the quiet bedroom.
The front door opened downstairs. She didn’t stop. She heard Mark’s keys hit the counter, heard his footsteps on the stairs. By the time he reached the doorway she had three fingers buried inside herself and the tablet balanced on her thigh.
Mark stopped. His eyes went straight to her open cunt. “What the fuck are you reading?”
Lena didn’t pull her hand out. She curled her fingers instead, making herself moan. “Smut. The good kind. Come here and fuck me while I finish this chapter.”
He crossed the room in three strides. His belt was already open by the time he reached the bed. “Keep reading it out loud.”
Lena licked her lips and started from the top of the page, voice breathy. “He slammed into her again and told her to take every inch like the greedy slut she was.” She looked up at Mark. “Sound familiar?”
Mark shoved his jeans down. His cock was already hard, thick, the head dark. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers out of her pussy, replacing them with two of his own in one rough thrust. Lena gasped, hips jerking.
“Keep reading,” he ordered.
She tried. The words came out broken. “He… he reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her stupid. Said her cunt was made for his dick.” Mark’s fingers pumped faster. Lena’s thighs started to shake. “Mark, fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
He pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy, not hard, just enough to make her jolt. “Not yet. Read the next part.”
Lena swallowed and kept going. “She begged him to come inside her. Told him to fill her up until it leaked down her thighs.” She looked at his cock again. “Do it. Come on, I want it.”
Mark flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and shoved his cock into her in one long stroke. Lena cried out, the tablet slipping from her hand. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her exactly like the story, deep and mean, one hand fisted in her hair to keep her face pressed to the mattress.
“Pick it up,” he growled. “Read the rest.”
She fumbled for the tablet, voice muffled by the sheets. “He told her she was going to come on his cock or not at all. Said her pussy belonged to him now.” Mark’s hips snapped harder. Every thrust knocked a wet sound out of her. “Fuck, Mark, right there, don’t stop.”
He reached under her and found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. “You want me to fill this cunt like the story says?”
“Yes. God, yes. Come in me.”
Lena kept trying to read but the words blurred. She managed one more line before her orgasm hit. “He buried himself to the balls and pumped her full.” Her pussy clamped down, pulsing around Mark’s cock as she came hard, thighs shaking, a broken moan ripping out of her throat.
Mark didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, then pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved back in. This time he watched her face while he pounded her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Come inside me,” she panted. “Fill me up. Make it drip out like the filthy slut in the book.”
He groaned, hips stuttering. Lena felt the first hot pulse, then another, his cock jerking deep inside her as he came. He stayed buried, grinding through the aftershocks until he was empty.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Mark finally pulled out and watched his come leak from her swollen pussy. He dragged two fingers through it and pushed them back inside her. “You’re gonna read the next chapter out loud while I eat this messy cunt. Then we’re doing the next scene.”
Lena grinned, already reaching for the tablet again. “Page twelve. It gets even dirtier.”
