She was already soaked when she opened the book. The cover was dog-eared and the spine cracked from too many nights like this. Page after page of raw fucking, no romance, just bodies slamming together. The words hit her straight in the cunt: "He shoved his thick cock into her dripping hole without warning."
Her hand slipped under the blanket. She wasn’t wearing panties. Two fingers rubbed her clit in tight circles while she kept reading. The story was about a guy who caught his roommate jerking off and decided to take over. She pictured it. Her breath got heavier. She pushed two fingers inside herself and pumped them slow, feeling how wet she was getting from the smut.
The door opened. She didn’t stop. Her roommate stood there, eyes locked on the blanket moving between her legs.
“Keep reading,” he said. His voice was low and rough. “Don’t fucking stop.”
She didn’t. She read the next line out loud, voice shaking. “He grabbed her hips and fucked her like he owned that pussy.” Her fingers moved faster. He walked over, yanked the blanket off, and stared at her spread legs and glistening cunt.
“Filthy little slut,” he muttered. He unzipped, pulled out his cock, already hard and leaking. “You get this wet from reading that shit?”
She nodded, still fingering herself. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, then shoved his cock straight into her mouth. She gagged but took it, sucking hard while he thrust shallow. Spit ran down her chin. He pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach.
“Ass up,” he ordered. She obeyed. He slammed into her pussy in one thrust. She cried out, the book falling to the floor. He fucked her rough, skin slapping, balls hitting her clit with every stroke. “This what the book got you wanting? A real cock stretching you open?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder.”
He did. He gripped her hips and pounded deep, the headboard slamming the wall. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into her. He spat on her asshole and rubbed his thumb there but didn’t push in yet. Just kept railing her cunt until she was dripping down her thighs.
He pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved back in missionary so he could watch her face. “Read another line,” he growled.
She grabbed the book with shaky hands. “He buried his face between her legs and ate her like he was starving.”
He dropped down and did exactly that. Tongue on her clit, then sucking it, then licking broad and flat. Two fingers curled inside her, hitting the spot that made her legs shake. She came hard, thighs clamping his head, book slipping from her fingers. He didn’t stop until she was twitching.
Then he climbed up, shoved his cock back in, and fucked her through the aftershocks. “Gonna fill this pussy,” he warned. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper. “Do it. Cum inside me.”
He groaned, buried to the hilt, and pumped thick ropes into her. She felt every pulse. When he pulled out, cum leaked out and ran down her crack. He scooped some up with his fingers and pushed it back in.
“Keep reading tomorrow night,” he said, wiping his cock on her thigh. “I want you ready and dripping before I even walk in.”
She smiled, still catching her breath, already reaching for the book again.
