She slammed the book shut on the nightstand and looked straight at me, eyes dark and direct. "You keep asking what smutty books mean," she said, voice low and rough. "I'll show you exactly what they mean. Get your clothes off and get on the bed."
I stripped fast. She stayed dressed in that short black slip, nipples already hard against the fabric. She climbed over me, grabbed my cock with both hands, and squeezed hard. "Smutty books mean this," she growled, stroking me from base to tip without any tease. "They mean I read about a woman who needs her cunt filled and she doesn't wait for permission."
She swung a leg over and sank down on me in one slick motion. She was soaked already, pussy gripping tight as she bottomed out. No slow build. She rode me hard from the first thrust, hips snapping, tits bouncing under the slip. "They mean I fuck like the pages say," she panted, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke. "Deep. Dirty. No holding back."
I grabbed her ass and met her thrusts, driving up into her. The wet sound of her cunt taking my cock filled the room. She leaned forward, hands on my chest, and kept talking. "In those books the woman always tells the man exactly what she wants. So listen up. I want you to flip me over and pound me until I can't speak."
We rolled. I pinned her wrists above her head and slammed into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and took every inch, moaning loud and filthy. "Harder. Smutty books mean you don't stop when I come. You keep fucking me through it."
Her first orgasm hit fast. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, juices coating my balls. I didn't slow down. I fucked her straight through the spasms, sweat slick between us. She bared her teeth and came again, louder this time, cursing my name.
When I pulled out she flipped onto her hands and knees without being told. "They mean you take my ass if you want it," she said, reaching back to spread herself. I spit on her hole and pushed two fingers in, working her open while she pushed back against me. Then I lined up my cock and sank into her ass in steady inches. She groaned deep and filthy, pushing back until I was buried.
I fucked her ass the way the books she read described it: rough, relentless, one hand in her hair. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in fast circles, coming again with a raw shout. "Don't stop. Smutty books mean you use me until you're done."
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. She spread her legs wide, cunt and ass both glistening. I drove back into her pussy and fucked her until my balls tightened. She looked up at me, eyes glazed, mouth open. "Come inside me. That's what they mean. Fill me up like the dirty stories say."
I unloaded deep, pulse after pulse, while she clenched around me and came one more time. We stayed locked together, breathing hard. She ran a hand down my back and smirked.
"That's the meaning," she said. "Now go get the next book off the shelf. We're not done until we've covered every chapter."
