I opened the app at 2 a.m., already wet before the first paragraph loaded. The story was pure filth, just the way I liked it. Some faceless writer had posted another chapter about a girl getting railed against her dorm window, and my hand was already inside my panties.
My roommate, Jake, was asleep in the next room. Or at least he was supposed to be. I didn’t care. I slid two fingers into my pussy and started reading, hips rocking against my own hand while the words burned across the screen. “He grabbed her hair and shoved his cock down her throat until she gagged.” My clit throbbed. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet.
The door creaked. Jake stood there in nothing but boxers, staring at me with my legs spread and my fingers shiny.
“Jesus, Mia,” he said, voice low. “You always read that shit this loud?”
I didn’t stop. “Shut up and come here if you’re gonna watch.”
He crossed the room in three steps. His hand replaced mine without asking. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling hard. “Fuck, you’re soaked. This what those Wattpad stories do to you?”
“Read it to me,” I told him, shoving the phone at him. “Out loud.”
He glanced at the screen, then back at my cunt. “You want me to read while I finger you?”
“Yeah. Do it dirty.”
Jake started reading, voice rough. “She begged for his cock like a slut…” His fingers pumped faster. I moaned and spread wider. He kept going, reading every filthy line while he fucked me with his hand. When the story got to the part where the guy bent the girl over and spanked her, Jake flipped me onto my stomach and did exactly that.
The first slap landed sharp on my ass. I pushed back against him.
“Harder.”
He spanked me again, then yanked my hips up. I heard his boxers hit the floor. His cock slapped hot against my ass. “You want me to fuck you like the sluts in those stories?”
“Do it,” I said. “Right now.”
He shoved in deep on the first thrust. No teasing, no slow build. Just thick cock stretching me open. I clawed the sheets and pushed back, taking every inch. Jake grabbed my hair the way the story described and started pounding. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.
“Keep reading,” I gasped.
He reached for the phone with one hand, still slamming into me. His voice broke on the words. “He used her like a fucktoy…” Every thrust matched the rhythm in the story. My pussy clenched around him, dripping down my thighs. He let go of my hair to reach under and rub my clit in fast circles.
I came hard, shaking, but he didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and kept fucking. The new angle hit deep. I could see his cock disappearing into me every time he pulled back.
“Tell me what you want next,” he growled.
“Cum on my tits. Then fuck me again.”
He pulled out, stroked himself twice, and painted my chest with thick ropes. Before I could catch my breath he was back inside me, using his own cum as lube. We went at it until the sun came up, switching positions every time the story changed scenes. Doggy, riding, against the wall. By the time we finished the chapter, my voice was hoarse from moaning and his cock was still half-hard against my thigh.
I closed the app. “Write the next one with me.”
Jake grinned, already hard again. “Only if it ends with you swallowing.”
