Jenna sat at her laptop, fingers flying over the keys as she pounded out another chapter of her latest smutty fan fiction. The story had her favorite characters from the show locked in a filthy fuckfest, and she was soaked just from typing it. Her pussy throbbed against the chair as she described the hero slamming his thick cock into the heroine's dripping cunt, no mercy, just raw pounding.
She didn't hear the door open. Her boyfriend Mark stood behind her, reading over her shoulder.
"Fuck, that's hot," he growled. "You writing this dirty shit again?"
Jenna jumped but didn't close the screen. "Yeah. You like it?"
Mark grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "I like it so much I'm gonna make you live it. Right now. Get up."
She stood, heart racing, as he spun her around and bent her over the desk. Her shorts came down in one yank, exposing her bare ass and wet slit. Mark ran two fingers through her folds and shoved them inside without warning. "This pussy's already dripping like the slut in your story. You want me to fuck you like that?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me hard. Use me."
He freed his cock, already rock hard, and rubbed the head against her entrance. Then he thrust in balls-deep in one stroke. Jenna cried out as he started pounding her, hips slapping against her ass with every brutal drive. "Take it, just like you wrote," he snarled. "That tight cunt gripping my dick while I wreck it."
She moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. Mark reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles. "You're gonna come on my cock like the whore you are, then I'm gonna flip you and fuck your mouth."
Jenna came fast, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him. He didn't stop. He pulled out, spun her, and shoved her to her knees. His cock, shiny with her juices, pushed past her lips. She sucked greedily, tasting herself, while he fucked her face. "Deeper. Choke on it."
Tears pricked her eyes but she took him, gagging when he hit the back of her throat. Mark pulled her up after a minute, bent her over the bed this time, and slammed back inside her from behind. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, railing her with short, vicious strokes that made her scream.
"More," she begged. "Harder. Write the next part with me while you fuck me stupid."
He laughed, low and dirty, and reached for her laptop. With one hand still pounding into her, he typed a quick line: the hero flips the girl and rails her ass next. Jenna's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."
Mark pulled out, spat on her asshole, and pressed his cockhead there. "I would. And you want it." He pushed in slow at first, then buried himself. Jenna clawed the sheets, the stretch burning and perfect. He fucked her ass with the same raw rhythm, reaching under to finger her clit again.
She came twice more before he growled and unloaded deep inside her, hot pulses filling her ass. They collapsed, breathing hard.
Mark kissed her shoulder. "Now open a new doc. We're writing the sequel together, and you're gonna describe every filthy detail while I keep you full of my cock."
Jenna smiled, already reaching for the keyboard.
