She slammed her laptop shut and shoved it aside, but the words were already in her head. The latest chapter she had posted on the webnovel site had her own pussy throbbing. Two characters fucking raw in a back alley, her heroine bent over a dumpster with her skirt hiked up, taking every inch like she needed it to breathe.
Mark walked in from the kitchen and saw the flush on her cheeks. "You writing that filthy shit again?" he asked, voice low.
"Yeah," she said, standing up. "And now I'm fucking soaked. You gonna do something about it or just stand there?"
He crossed the room fast. His hand went straight between her legs, cupping her through her shorts. The fabric was damp. He rubbed hard, pressing the seam against her clit. "Jesus, you're dripping already. What the hell did you write?"
"Read it and find out," she told him, yanking her shorts down. No panties. She kicked them off and bent over the arm of the couch, ass up, just like the girl in her story. "Chapter twelve. The alley scene. Fuck me like that."
Mark dropped his jeans. His cock was already hard, thick, the head shiny with pre-cum.
He didn't tease. He lined up and shoved in deep on the first thrust, bottoming out with a grunt. She gasped and pushed back, taking it all.
"Harder," she ordered. "She gets pounded in the story. No mercy."
He gripped her hips and started slamming into her, balls slapping against her. The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the room. Every thrust made her moan louder. She reached down and rubbed her clit in quick circles, just the way she had described it.
"Fuck, your cunt's gripping me like a vice," he growled. "You get this wet from writing about getting used?"
"Yes," she panted. "Now pull my hair. Like in the chapter."
He fisted her hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine. His other hand slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red print. She came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around his cock, but he didn't stop. He kept driving into her through the orgasm, making it drag out until her legs shook.
When he pulled out she turned around and dropped to her knees. She sucked him clean, tasting herself on his shaft, then took him deep into her throat. He fucked her mouth the same way he had fucked her cunt, rough and steady, until he pulled back and painted her tongue and tits with thick ropes of cum.
She swallowed what she could and wiped the rest across her skin with a grin. "That was chapter twelve. Chapter thirteen is even dirtier."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. She pulled up the next scene on her phone and read it out loud while he fingered her on the couch. Two fingers, then three, stretching her while she described the heroine getting double-teamed. Mark's cock got hard again fast. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her deep and slow this time, grinding against her clit with every roll of his hips.
She came again, louder, soaking the cushion under her ass. He followed right after, pumping another load into her. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin.
"Post the next chapter tomorrow," he said, voice rough. "I want to act out whatever you write."
She smiled, already planning the next filthy scene. Her webnovel readers had no idea their favorite smut was coming straight from nights exactly like this.
