Mia typed “where to read smut” into her phone at 2 a.m., bored and wet in her tiny apartment. The top result wasn’t another website. It was a single line: “Ask for the backroom at Black Spine Books. Tell them you want the real shit.” She laughed, but her cunt clenched anyway. Twenty minutes later she was standing outside the dingy used bookstore, heart hammering.
The guy behind the counter looked up when she walked in. Mid-thirties, rough hands, ink on his forearms. “Looking for something specific?” he asked.
She swallowed. “Where to read smut. The real shit.”
His mouth twitched. “Backroom. Door on the left. Lock it if you don’t want company.”
She didn’t lock it.
The backroom smelled like old paper and sex. Shelves lined the walls, but the books weren’t on romance. They were dog-eared paperbacks with titles like *Cum Sluts of the Office* and *Taken in the Stacks*. Mia pulled one down, flipped it open, and read the first filthy paragraph out loud just to feel the words on her tongue.
“‘She dropped to her knees and took his thick cock straight down her throat—’”
The door opened. The guy from the counter stepped inside and shut it behind him.
“You reading that out loud for me?” he asked, voice low.
“Depends. You gonna do something about it?”
He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed the book, and tossed it aside. His hand went straight between her legs, cupping her through her jeans. “Already soaked. Figures.”
Mia moaned when he rubbed her clit through the denim. She reached for his belt, yanked it open, and shoved her hand inside. His cock was hard and hot, thick enough that her fingers didn’t meet when she wrapped them around it.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “That’s what I came for.”
He spun her around, bent her over the nearest table, and jerked her jeans and panties down in one rough pull. Cool air hit her bare ass. Two thick fingers pushed straight into her pussy, no warning, just deep and fast.
“Christ, you’re dripping,” he growled. “You came here looking to get used, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Hard.”
He didn’t make her wait. He pulled his fingers out, lined his cock up, and shoved inside in one brutal thrust. Mia cried out, forehead pressed to the table, cunt stretching around him. He didn’t ease in. He fucked her like he was trying to wreck her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
The table creaked. Books tumbled off the shelves. Mia reached back, spread her ass cheeks so he could watch his cock disappearing into her soaked hole.
“Deeper,” she begged. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”
He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and pounded harder. The wet sound of her cunt taking him filled the room. She came once, clenching around him, but he didn’t stop. He just kept driving into her, using her orgasm to slick himself even more.
When he finally pulled out, she thought he was done. Instead he spun her around, lifted her onto the table, and shoved back inside while she was still twitching. Face to face now, his eyes locked on hers as he fucked her slow and deep for three strokes, then fast again.
“Gonna fill this pussy,” he warned.
“Do it. I want it.”
He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and came hard. She felt every pulse, hot and thick, leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting through it. When he finally pulled free, cum ran down her thighs onto the table.
Mia stayed there, legs spread, breathing hard. He reached past her, grabbed one of the paperbacks, and flipped it open to a dog-eared page.
“Page 47,” he said. “Next time you want to know where to read smut, come back. I’ll show you the rest of the section.”
She smiled, still dripping.
“What time do you close?”
“Whenever you say.”
