She opened the book on her lap and read the first filthy line. The woman in the story dropped to her knees and took the guy's cock straight down her throat without a word. My own mouth watered. I shifted on the couch, already wet, and kept reading.
By page three the couple in the story was fucking against a wall. He had her pinned, one hand around her throat, the other slapping her ass while he pounded into her. I slipped my fingers under my shorts and rubbed my clit in slow circles, matching the rhythm the author described. The words were blunt and nasty, exactly how I liked it. No poetry, just cock, cunt, and come.
I read until my thighs shook. When the heroine begged to be filled, I shoved two fingers inside myself and pumped hard. The wet sound filled the quiet room. I came with the book still open, pages creasing under my grip, moaning the same dirty words the author had written.
Later that night I texted him. "Come over. I want to try something from one of those books."
He showed up twenty minutes later, already hard in his jeans. I didn't bother with hello. I pushed him onto the couch the way the story had done it and yanked his zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and ready. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him deep, no teasing. Spit ran down his shaft as I worked him into my throat the way the best smut authors always described it, messy and loud.
"Fuck, that's it," he growled, hands in my hair. "Take it all."
I gagged but didn't stop. When my eyes watered I pulled off, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his dick.
"Fuck my face," I told him. "Like they do in the books."
He stood and drove his cock back between my lips, thrusting steady and deep. I held still and let him use me, throat relaxing, drool dripping onto my tits. When he pulled out I gasped for air, then begged for more.
We moved to the bedroom. I stripped fast and got on all fours the way one of the stories had the woman do it. "Eat my pussy first," I ordered. He dropped behind me and spread my cheeks, tongue dragging from clit to asshole in one long lick. I pushed back against his face. "Deeper. Suck it."
He sucked my swollen clit between his lips and shoved two fingers into my cunt, pumping hard. I rocked on his hand, moaning every filthy phrase I'd read that afternoon. "Stretch me. Get me ready for your cock. I want it rough."
When he finally slammed into me I cried out. He gripped my hips and fucked me like the authors wrote it, balls slapping my clit, pace brutal. The headboard banged the wall. I reached back and rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts, cunt clenching around him.
"Harder," I demanded. "Make it hurt."
He slapped my ass, left a red handprint, then did it again on the other cheek. Each smack made my pussy grip tighter. I came first, shaking, cunt pulsing around his cock. He didn't slow down. He kept pounding through my orgasm until I was dripping down my thighs.
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my knees over his elbows, and folded me in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper. I watched his cock disappear into my soaked pussy, shiny with my come. "Look at that greedy hole," he said, voice rough. "Taking every inch."
I reached down and spread my lips wider for him. "Fill it. Come inside me."
He slammed in one last time and stayed buried, cock twitching as he unloaded. Hot spurts flooded me. When he pulled out, thick white cum leaked from my stretched cunt. I scooped some with two fingers and sucked them clean, just like the heroine in the last book had done.
We lay there catching our breath. I reached for the book on the nightstand and opened it again.
"Page forty-seven," I said. "The one where she rides him while he fingers her ass. You ready for round two?"
He was already getting hard again.
