Mia sat on her bed with the latest one open on her lap, the cover torn and the pages dog-eared from use. The story was pure filth: a woman getting bent over a kitchen counter and fucked raw by her roommate. Mia’s hand slipped under her shorts without thinking. Her fingers found her clit already slick, and she rubbed in tight circles while her eyes scanned the words.
“Fuck,” she muttered out loud. The character in the book was begging for it harder, and Mia’s pussy clenched like it was happening to her. She pushed two fingers inside, pumping them slowly at first, then faster as the scene got dirtier. The book described the man’s cock stretching her open, balls slapping against her ass. Mia’s breath came short. She pulled her shorts off completely and spread her legs wider, the book balanced on one knee while she fucked herself with her fingers.
The front door opened. Jake walked in, saw her like that, and stopped. “Jesus, Mia. What the hell are you reading?”
She didn’t stop moving her hand. “Smutty books. Get over here and help.”
He dropped his bag and crossed the room. His eyes locked on her wet fingers sliding in and out. “You’re soaked. How long have you been at it?”
“Long enough. Read this part to me.” She handed him the book, open to the page where the guy was pounding the girl from behind. Jake’s voice came out rough as he read the lines out loud. Mia kept fingering herself, hips rocking up to meet her hand.
When he finished the paragraph, he tossed the book aside and yanked his pants down. His cock was already hard. He climbed onto the bed, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her toward him. “You want it like the book?”
“Exactly like the book,” she said. “Hard. No teasing.”
Jake lined up and shoved in with one thrust. Mia gasped, her cunt stretching around him. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her in the same rhythm the book described, deep and fast, the headboard knocking the wall. Each stroke hit the spot that made her see stars. She grabbed the sheets and pushed back against him.
“Tell me what it says next,” she demanded.
Jake reached for the book with one hand, still pounding into her. He read another paragraph while his cock drove in and out. The words mixed with the wet sound of her pussy taking him. Mia’s moans got louder. She slipped a hand between them and rubbed her clit again, matching his pace.
He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, just like the scene in the book. Now he was behind her, hands gripping her hips, slamming in so his balls slapped her. “You like that filthy shit, don’t you?” he growled. “Reading about getting used and then making me do it.”
“Yes,” she panted. “Harder. Make it match the words.”
He gave it to her harder. The bed creaked. Her tits rubbed against the mattress with every thrust. She reached back to spread herself wider for him, and he groaned at the sight. Sweat slicked their skin. The room smelled like sex and the faint musty scent of old paper from the stack of books on the nightstand.
Jake pulled out, flipped her again, and pushed her knees to her chest. He sank back in, the new angle making her cry out. He read another line from the book while he fucked her: the character coming hard around the guy’s cock. Mia’s orgasm hit right then, her walls pulsing tight, juices coating his shaft. She shook under him, but he didn’t stop. He kept driving through it, chasing his own.
When he came, he buried himself deep and stayed there, pumping hot and thick inside her. They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Mia reached for the book again, flipping pages with shaky fingers.
“Next chapter,” she said. “The one with the shower scene.”
Jake grinned, still inside her, already starting to harden again. “You’re insatiable with those smutty books.”
She pulled him down for a rough kiss. “Then keep reading and keep fucking me until we run out of pages.”
They didn’t stop until the book was finished and the sun was coming up.
