She slammed the door behind her and dropped her bag, already pulling off her shirt as she headed for the couch. The day had been hell, but she knew exactly what she needed. Her phone was in her hand before she even sat down, thumbs flying across the screen to pull up her favorite stash of smut stories. The latest one hit hard: a woman bent over her kitchen counter, getting railed by the neighbor she had been teasing for weeks.
Her fingers slipped under her panties right away. She read the words, soaking in every crude detail about his thick cock stretching her open, the wet sounds of him pounding into her pussy, the way she begged for more. Her own clit throbbed as she rubbed it in fast circles, imagining the same thing happening to her. She came quick and hard, legs shaking, but it only made her want the real thing.
A knock at the door pulled her out of it. She didn't bother fixing her clothes. It was him, the guy from the apartment across the hall, the one she had been trading dirty looks with for months. He stepped inside without asking, eyes dropping straight to her half-naked body.
"Those smut stories you keep reading out loud through the wall," he said, voice low and rough. "I heard every filthy word last night. You gonna keep teasing or you want me to do something about it?"
She grabbed his belt and yanked him closer. "Shut up and fuck me like the stories."
He didn't waste time. His hands were on her tits immediately, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking her nipples until they stiffened. She moaned and shoved her hand down his jeans, wrapping her fingers around his already hard cock. It was thick and heavy, just like she had pictured from the stories. She stroked him fast, feeling it pulse in her grip.
He spun her around and pushed her over the arm of the couch, yanking her panties down to her knees. Two fingers shoved straight into her pussy, pumping deep. "Fuck, you're dripping," he growled. "These smut stories got you this wet already?"
She pushed back against his hand. "Shut up and put your cock in me."
He lined up and thrust in one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, the stretch burning in the best way. He didn't start slow. He fucked her exactly like the stories she loved: rough, deep, and relentless. His hips slapped against her ass with every thrust, the wet sound of her pussy taking him filling the room. She clawed at the couch cushions, pushing back to meet every slam.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He grabbed her hair and pulled, arching her back as he pounded faster. His free hand reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his cock driving into her. She came again, pussy clenching around him, but he kept going, chasing his own release. When he pulled out and spun her to face him, she dropped to her knees without being told.
Her mouth wrapped around his cock, tasting herself on him. She sucked hard, taking him deep while her hand worked the base. He fucked her throat in short thrusts, groaning as she gagged and drooled around him. "That's it, take it all," he said. "Just like those dirty stories."
He pulled her up before he finished, bending her over the counter this time. He spread her legs and slid back inside, fucking her from behind with long, powerful strokes. One hand reached around to pinch her nipple while the other slapped her ass, leaving a red mark. She pushed back harder, begging for more.
When he finally came, it was with a deep groan, flooding her pussy. He stayed buried inside her for a moment, both of them breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down her thigh.
She turned around and smiled, already reaching for her phone again. "Round two," she said. "I got more smut stories saved."
He grinned and grabbed her hips. "Then read them to me while I fuck you again."
They spent the rest of the night that way, turning every filthy scene from her collection into reality. Each new position, each rough command, each wet slap of skin matched the words she had read over and over. By morning she was sore, satisfied, and already thinking about the next story she would find to act out with him.
