Mike found the stack of smutt books shoved behind the couch cushions when he was cleaning. They were dog-eared paperbacks with crude covers, titles like "Hard and Wet" and "Taken in the Back Room." He flipped one open and the first page hit him with straight filth. A woman on her knees, mouth open, begging for cock. Mike's dick twitched in his jeans.
He kept reading.
By the time Sarah walked in from work, he had three of them spread out on the coffee table. She froze in the doorway, cheeks flushing. "Those are mine," she said.
"I know," Mike answered, standing up. His cock was already half-hard from the pages. "Get over here."
Sarah dropped her bag. She crossed the room slow, but her eyes were on the books. Mike grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. He yanked her skirt up and her panties down in one rough pull. Her pussy was already slick.
"You read this shit and get off on it?" he asked, sliding two fingers straight into her cunt. She was tight and hot, clenching around him. "Page forty-seven in the red one. The girl gets fucked raw until she can't walk straight."
Sarah moaned and pushed back on his fingers. Mike pulled them out, unzipped, and shoved his cock into her without warning. She gasped loud. He started pounding, hips slapping her ass, balls hitting her clit with every thrust. The smutt book language was in his head now. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
"Tell me you want it harder," he growled.
"Fuck me harder," she answered, voice shaking.
Mike slammed into her faster, the couch scraping across the floor. Her pussy made wet sounds every time he buried himself. He reached around and rubbed her clit in hard circles until she came, cunt squeezing his dick so tight he almost lost it. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, pulling out only to flip her onto her back on the cushions and shove back in.
Sarah's legs wrapped around him. "Cum inside me," she begged, exactly like one of the book sluts.
Mike grunted and drove deep, shooting thick ropes of cum into her. He stayed buried, hips twitching, until every drop was in her. When he pulled out, his cum leaked down her thigh. Sarah reached down and scooped some up, licking it off her fingers while she looked at him.
They didn't talk much after that. Mike just grabbed another smutt book, opened it to a dog-eared page, and showed her the scene. Sarah read it, then got on her knees.
The rest of the night was the books. Mike fucked her mouth while she read the dirty parts out loud. He bent her over the kitchen table and took her ass the way one story described, slow at first then hard once she was loose and moaning. They moved to the bedroom and he tied her wrists with his belt, eating her pussy until she screamed, then fucking her again with her legs over his shoulders.
By morning Sarah's thighs were sticky with dried cum and her voice was hoarse. Mike lay beside her, one hand still between her legs, fingers lazily stroking her swollen clit.
"Next time we read them together," he said.
Sarah smiled, already reaching for the nearest book.
