She was already dripping when she opened the laptop. The horny smut on the screen hit her fast and hard, no build-up, just straight filthy words about a woman getting railed on a kitchen counter. Her hand slipped under her shorts right away, fingers rubbing her swollen clit in quick circles. "Yeah, fuck her like that," she whispered to herself, legs spread wide on the couch. Her pussy clenched empty, needing something thick inside it.
The door clicked open. Mark walked in from work, tie loose, eyes locking on her immediately. "Look at you, already knuckle-deep in that horny smut again," he said, voice low and rough. He dropped his bag and crossed the room in three steps. "Show me how wet that shit makes you."
She pulled her shorts aside, showing him her shiny, pink slit.
"Soaked. Read the part where he bends her over and slams in. Got me throbbing."
Mark unzipped, pulled his cock out, already half-hard and growing. "Spread those lips. Let me see." She used two fingers to open herself up, showing the glistening hole. He stroked himself once, twice, then grabbed her wrist and yanked her up. "On the table. Now."
She bent over the dining table, ass up, face down on the wood. Mark kicked her feet apart and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt, no teasing. She gasped, pushing back against his hand. "Deeper. Finger-fuck me like the slut in the story."
He pumped hard, knuckles slapping her ass with every thrust. Her juices ran down his wrist. "This pussy's greedy tonight. That horny smut got you this loose already?" He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on her thigh, and lined his cock up. One hard shove and he buried himself balls-deep.
"Fuck!" she grunted. He didn't wait, just started pounding, hips slapping loud and wet. The table rocked under them. Each thrust knocked the air out of her. "Harder. Use me like that story."
Mark grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and drove in faster. "You want dirty? I'll give you dirty. This cunt's mine to wreck." He reached under, found her clit, and rubbed it rough with his thumb while he fucked. She moaned loud, pushing back to meet every slam.
Sweat slicked their skin. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in missionary so he could watch her tits bounce. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass. "Come on, fill that hole," she hissed. "Shoot it deep while I think about that horny smut."
He leaned down, sucked a nipple hard, teeth grazing, then switched to the other. His thrusts turned short and brutal, grinding against her clit on every downstroke. She came first, cunt pulsing tight around his cock, juices squirting out around his shaft. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop."
Mark kept going, fucking her through it, then pulled out and flipped her again, this time on all fours on the floor. He mounted her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to pinch her clit. "Take it. Take every inch like the horny bitch you are." Skin slapped skin, wet and filthy. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into her.
"Talk to me," she demanded. "Tell me what you're doing."
"Stretching this tight pussy with my fat cock. Gonna flood it. Gonna make it drip down your thighs while you read more of that horny smut later."
He slammed in one last time, buried to the root, and came hard, hot pulses filling her up. She felt every spurt, clenching around him to milk it out. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled free. Cum leaked out of her, running down her inner thighs.
She stayed on all fours a minute, breathing heavy, then crawled to the couch and opened the laptop again. "Round two after I finish this chapter?"
Mark laughed, low and dirty, already stroking himself back to life. "Keep reading that horny smut. I'll be ready when you are."
