She asked him flat out what the word meant. He didn’t reach for a dictionary. He just looked at her across the kitchen table, eyes dark, and said, “Take your clothes off and I’ll show you.”
Mia stood up and stripped right there. Shirt first, then bra, letting her tits bounce free. Jeans next, shoved down with her panties until she was bare and already wet between the legs. Alex didn’t move from his chair. He just watched.
“Sm smutty starts with this,” he said, voice low and rough. “A woman standing naked in front of a man who’s about to ruin her.”
He stood, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her so her ass pressed against the edge of the table. Two fingers shoved straight into her cunt without warning. She gasped at the sudden stretch.
“Wet already,” he muttered. “That’s part of it. Needy little hole ready to get used.” He pumped his fingers hard, thumb grinding her clit in rough circles. Mia’s knees shook. He added a third finger and fucked her with them until she was dripping down his wrist.
“On the table,” he ordered. She climbed up, legs spread wide. Alex dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy, tongue licking broad and filthy from her asshole to her clit. He sucked the swollen nub between his lips and flicked it fast while his fingers stayed buried deep, curling against her front wall.
Mia moaned loud and shameless. “Fuck, Alex—”
“Say it dirtier,” he growled against her cunt. “Tell me what you want.”
“Eat my fucking pussy,” she panted. “Make me come on your tongue.”
He did. He licked and sucked until her thighs clamped around his head and she came hard, gushing over his chin. He didn’t stop until she was twitching and oversensitive.
Then he stood, unzipped, and pulled out his cock—thick, veined, already leaking. “Sm smutty is watching a man stroke his dick while he decides which hole to fuck first.” He rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating himself in her slick. “Turn over.”
She rolled onto her stomach, ass up. Alex slapped her cheeks hard enough to sting, then lined up and shoved his cock all the way in with one thrust. Mia cried out at the deep stretch. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her fast and brutal, hips slapping against her ass, balls swinging.
“Listen to that,” he grunted. “Wet cunt taking every inch. That’s smutty as hell.” He reached under her and rubbed her clit again while he pounded. Mia pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning like a whore.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back. “Open your mouth.” She did. He slid his cock between her lips, fucking her throat in short, rough strokes until spit ran down her chin. When he pulled back she gasped for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his dick.
“Sm smutty is tasting your own cunt on a man’s cock,” he said. Then he climbed onto the table, straddled her chest, and slid between her tits. He fucked the soft valley while she pressed them together, licking the head every time it reached her mouth.
Eventually he moved back between her legs and sank in again, slower this time but just as deep. He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her nearly in half, pounding straight down into her. Every thrust knocked a wet sound out of her pussy.
“Tell me you’re a smutty little slut,” he demanded.
“I’m a smutty little slut,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
He did. Sweat dripped off him onto her tits. Her second orgasm built fast and hit like a punch—she clenched around him, screaming, and he kept fucking her straight through it until she was limp and whimpering.
Only then did he let go. He pulled out, stroked his cock twice, and came in thick ropes across her stomach and tits. He rubbed the head through his own mess, smearing it over her skin.
“Sm smutty,” he said finally, breathing hard, “is exactly this. Messy. Filthy. No pretending.” He dragged two fingers through the cum on her belly and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them clean without hesitation.
They stayed like that for a long minute, breathing. Then Alex helped her off the table and pulled her against his chest. His hand slid down to cup her sore, dripping pussy.
“Want me to define it again?” he asked.
Mia smiled against his neck. “Every night.”
