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A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

He sternly orders, without even looking at me or the book. Fine! If that's what you want. Asshole. I open the book and speak smugly, "The complete illustrated Kama Sutra. A book of sexual plea-" I couldn't even complete it as the book was roughly snatched away from my hands. Ryan fiercely looks at me like that angry green color flying thing from Powerpuff girls. Buttercup. His eyebrows are scrunched downwards in anger, and his mouth is frowning in a cute piggy way. I mentally laugh at him. Aye, your secret is out!

His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. It was bigger than she'd imagined, curving slightly upward, promising to hit every deep spot inside her. "Holy shit," she whispered, wrapping her hand around the base, stroking him slowly. He was hot, velvet over steel, twitching in her grip. Luke tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her forward. "Suck it, Lisa. Take your brother-in-law's dick down your throat like a good wife should." The taboo phrase made her shiver as she parted her lips, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit.

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

I groaned deeply, one hand gently threading into her bun, not forcing, just guiding. “That’s it,” I rasped. “Just like that, baby. Use your tongue.” She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She took more of me, bobbing her head slowly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked me, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her glasses fogged slightly. Her bun was coming loose. She looked utterly debauched, an innocent librarian, I guessed on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her mouth, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.