I picked up that smut novel at the used bookstore on a whim, the cover all faded with a half-naked couple tangled on it. The blurb promised raw fucking and no apologies. I started reading it on the couch that night, legs spread, one hand already sliding under my shorts because the first chapter hit hard. The heroine was bent over a desk while her boss railed her from behind, calling her a greedy little slut every time his cock bottomed out. I read the words slow, letting them burn. My fingers found my clit fast, rubbing in tight circles as the scene got dirtier. She begged for it harder. He slapped her ass and told her to take every inch. By the time I finished the chapter my pussy was soaked through my panties and I was panting like I’d been the one getting fucked.
You walked in right then, keys still in hand, and stopped dead when you saw me. “What the hell are you reading?” you asked, voice already rough. I held the book up without closing it. “Smut. Filthy stuff. Want me to read some out loud?” You didn’t answer with words.
You crossed the room, yanked my shorts and panties down in one move, and dropped to your knees between my thighs. “Keep reading,” you growled, then buried your tongue in my cunt.
I tried. The next page had her on her knees sucking him off, gagging on thick cock while he fucked her throat. My voice shook as I read the lines, but you didn’t let up. Your tongue licked long and flat over my clit, then pushed inside me, fucking me with it the way the book described. I moaned the dirty dialogue out loud while you sucked my clit hard enough to make my hips jerk. Two fingers slid into me without warning, curling right against that spot that made me see white. “Fuck, just like that,” I gasped, book shaking in my hands. You pumped your fingers faster, tongue relentless, until I came hard, thighs clamping around your head, the smut novel falling open on the cushion beside me.
You stood up, wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, and started unbuckling your belt. “Turn around. Hands on the arm of the couch.” I obeyed, ass up, face down in the cushions. You kicked my legs wider and rubbed the head of your cock through my wet folds, teasing my entrance. “You like reading about getting used, huh?” You pushed in deep on the first thrust, bottoming out so fast I cried out. “Yeah,” I managed. “Tell me what happens next in that book.” I grabbed the novel again, voice breaking as you started pounding me. The scene was her getting fucked against a window while people walked by below. I read every filthy detail while you slammed into me, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching under to rub my clit in time with your thrusts.
We moved through the book like that. Every new position I read, you copied. When the heroine got on top and rode him reverse, you flipped me onto my back and made me straddle you, watching my tits bounce while I worked your cock. When the book had her face down and ass up again for a rough anal scene, you slicked your fingers with spit and worked one into my ass while your cock stayed buried in my pussy. I was shaking, babbling the words from the page, half-lost in the story and half-lost in how full you were making me. You added a second finger, stretching me, telling me I was going to take your cock there next because the book said so.
By the time we reached the final chapter I was on all fours again, your cock deep in my ass, your fingers working my clit. The heroine was coming with her lover’s cum dripping out of every hole. I read the last lines out loud, voice wrecked, while you fucked my ass harder and told me to come with her. I did, clenching around you so tight you followed right after, groaning as you pumped your load deep inside me. We stayed locked like that for a long minute, breathing hard, the smut novel lying open and forgotten on the floor.
You pulled out slow, cum leaking down my thighs, and dragged me into your lap on the couch. “We’re reading the sequel tomorrow,” you said against my neck. I laughed, already sore and already wanting more. The book had done exactly what it promised. It got us filthy, and neither of us planned on stopping anytime soon.
