Lena slammed the book shut but it was too late. Her cunt was already throbbing, soaked through her thin panties from the last paragraph she’d read. The story was pure filth: a woman on her knees, choking on a fat cock while another guy railed her from behind, calling her every nasty name in the book. Lena’s nipples were tight against her tank top and her thighs kept squeezing together on their own.
She didn’t bother going to the bedroom. She dropped onto the couch, shoved her hand straight into her shorts, and found her slick pussy lips already parted. Two fingers slid inside with zero resistance. She pumped them hard and fast, just like the woman in the book had begged for, while her thumb mashed her swollen clit. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. She grabbed the book again with her free hand and flipped back to the dirtiest page, reading the lines out loud in a shaky voice.
“Fuck me like a whore,” she whispered, matching the character. Her fingers curled and she groaned when they hit the right spot. She was close already, hips jerking, when the front door opened.
Mark stood there, keys still in his hand, watching her. His eyes dropped straight to her spread legs and the fingers buried in her pussy.
“Reading again?” he asked, voice low.
Lena didn’t stop. She kept fucking herself and held the book up so he could see the spine. “The smuttiest one yet. Page 142.
They’re using her like a fucktoy.”
Mark locked the door, dropped his bag, and crossed the room in three strides. He yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough pull, spread her thighs wider, and replaced her fingers with his tongue. He licked a hard stripe up her slit, then sucked her clit between his teeth. Lena’s back arched off the couch.
“Read it to me,” he ordered against her cunt.
She started reading, voice cracking every time his tongue pushed inside her. When she reached the part where the woman got double-stuffed, Mark stood up, unzipped, and pulled out his thick cock. He was already leaking. He dragged the head through her wetness a few times, then shoved in deep with one thrust.
Lena’s moan was loud and filthy. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her exactly like the scene she was reading—hard, fast, balls slapping her ass. Every time he bottomed out she gasped. He grabbed the book from her, held it open with one hand, and read the next line himself while he pounded her.
“They flipped her onto her stomach and took turns wrecking her holes,” he read, then flipped her onto her stomach right there on the couch. He pulled out, spat on her asshole, and pressed two fingers in while his cock drove back into her pussy. Lena clawed at the cushions and pushed back against him.
“More,” she begged. “Do it like the book.”
Mark added a third finger in her ass and started working them in rhythm with his thrusts. The stretch burned and felt incredible at the same time. She came hard, pussy clenching around his cock, but he didn’t stop. He kept reading, kept fucking, kept stretching her ass until she was babbling.
When he finally pulled out, he flipped her again and fed his cock into her mouth. She tasted herself all over him. He fucked her throat the way the book described, one hand in her hair, the other still holding the open pages so he could keep reading the next scene out loud. Spit ran down her chin. Her eyes watered but she didn’t pull away.
He came down her throat with a grunt, holding her head steady while she swallowed every drop. Before she could catch her breath he hauled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and sank back into her dripping cunt from behind. This time he was slower, deeper, grinding against her cervix with every roll of his hips.
“Page 178,” he said, voice rough. “They made her come until she couldn’t speak.”
Lena was already close again. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he fucked her. She came twice more, legs shaking, voice hoarse from moaning. Only then did he let himself finish, pumping her full and staying buried deep while they both panted.
They stayed like that for a minute, sweaty and sticky. Mark finally pulled out and turned her around, kissing her slow and filthy, tasting himself on her tongue.
“Find another one,” he said against her mouth. “The smuttiest you can find. We’re not done tonight.”
Lena smiled, already reaching for the stack of books on the coffee table.
