I never expected a single question to flip my whole damn world upside down, but there I was, sprawled across Jake’s couch with my legs hooked over his shoulders while he asked it like we were chatting about the weather. “What is a smut book, anyway?” he growled, voice thick as he dragged the fat head of his cock through my soaked folds without pushing in. My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping onto the cushion, and I laughed breathlessly because the answer was right there in how my body was begging for him.
“It’s the kind of book that gets you wet just reading the words,” I panted, reaching down to spread myself open so he could see every slick inch. “Pages full of cock sliding into tight cunts, tongues licking clit until girls scream, hands pinning wrists while someone gets fucked hard from behind. Dirty, nasty, no-holds-barred fucking that makes your thighs shake.”
Jake’s eyes darkened. He slapped his dick against my swollen clit once, twice, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room. “Like this?” He sank in halfway, stretching me open with that thick shaft, and I moaned like a whore because yeah, exactly like that. My walls fluttered around him, greedy for more, and he held still, making me work for it. I rolled my hips, trying to take him deeper, but he pinned me with one big hand on my belly.
“Tell me more,” he demanded, pulling out slow so I felt every ridge. “What happens in those books that gets you this fucking soaked?”
I grabbed his ass and tried to yank him back inside, but he was stronger. “The heroine usually starts innocent,” I gasped, “then some cocky bastard bends her over a desk and eats her pussy until she comes on his tongue. Or she rides him reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing while he slaps her ass and calls her his dirty little slut. Sometimes there’s two guys, one in her mouth, one pounding her from behind until she’s drooling and shaking.”
Jake groaned and thrust all the way in, bottoming out so his balls pressed against my ass. The stretch burned sweet and perfect. He started fucking me in long, deliberate strokes, each one dragging over that spot inside that made my vision blur. “Keep talking,” he ordered, voice rough. “Tell me how the book describes it.”
I reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles, matching his rhythm. “It says her pussy grips him like a fist, how she begs for his cum, how she comes so hard she sees stars while he fills her up. Sometimes she’s on her knees sucking him off, gagging on that fat cock while he fucks her throat and praises her for being such a good cocksleeve.”
He flipped me onto my stomach without pulling out, yanking my hips up so he could pound me deeper. The new angle made me cry out, face mashed into the pillow. One hand fisted my hair, the other smacked my ass hard enough to sting. “And the reader?” he asked, slamming in so the couch creaked. “What does she do while she reads that shit?”
I pushed back to meet every thrust, my voice breaking. “She touches herself. Fingers her clit, maybe fucks herself with a toy while imagining it’s her getting railed. By the end she’s coming all over her own hand, panting, already flipping to the next chapter because she needs more.”
Jake reached around and pinched my nipple, twisting just the way I like until pleasure shot straight to my core. “You’re my little smut reader now,” he rasped. “Gonna write our own filthy chapter right here.” He pulled out, flipped me again, and buried his face between my thighs, tongue fucking into me before licking up to suck hard on my clit. I screamed, thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm crashed over me, pussy pulsing against his mouth.
He didn’t give me time to recover. He climbed up, shoved back inside, and fucked me through the aftershocks, hard and relentless. “Come again,” he ordered. “Milk my cock like those book sluts do.” His fingers found my clit and rubbed fast circles while his hips snapped, and I shattered a second time, vision whiting out, cunt spasming around him so tight he cursed and followed me over, pumping hot cum deep inside until it leaked out around his shaft.
We lay there panting, sweat-slick and sticky. Jake kissed my forehead, still buried inside me. “So,” he murmured with a lazy grin, “that’s what a smut book is?”
I clenched around him, already feeling him twitch again. “That’s the start,” I whispered. “Now we write the rest.”
