He shoved her against the wall the second the door clicked shut, his hand already yanking her skirt up over her hips. No teasing, no slow build. Just raw need. "You said you wanted the real smutt meaning," he growled into her ear, fingers hooking into her panties and ripping them aside. "This is it. This is what it fucking means."
Her cunt was already soaked when he pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. She gasped, legs spreading wider on instinct, grinding down on his hand like a desperate slut. He pumped them hard and fast, knuckles slapping wet against her folds, thumb grinding her clit in rough circles. "Listen to that sloppy pussy. That's the meaning right there. Dripping and ready to get used."
He spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and freed his cock. It slapped heavy against her ass, thick and veined, the head already leaking. One hard thrust and he buried himself balls-deep in her tight heat. She cried out, fingers clawing the cushions as he started pounding her without mercy. Each stroke was filthy and deep, the wet sound of his cock slamming into her cunt filling the room.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me like you were made for this," he snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in, watching her ass ripple with every impact. "Smutt meaning isn't pretty words. It's this. Your greedy hole taking every inch like a fucking whore."
She pushed back to meet him, moaning louder when he reached under and pinched her clit. "Yes, harder. Tell me what it means." Her voice was hoarse, broken by the rhythm of his thrusts.
He leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder. "It means I fuck this cunt until you're shaking and dripping cum down your thighs. It means you beg for it raw." He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the floor, and shoved her knees to her chest. His cock slid back inside with one brutal stroke, hitting deeper now, the angle making her eyes roll back.
Sweat slicked their skin as he fucked her like he owned her, balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. She reached down to rub her clit in frantic circles, pussy clenching around him. "I'm close," she panted. "Don't stop."
He didn't. He hammered into her faster, the slap of skin on skin loud and obscene. When she came, her cunt pulsed and gushed around his cock, soaking them both. He kept going, chasing his own release, until he buried himself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her insides. He stayed there, grinding slow as the last spurts filled her, then pulled out to watch it leak from her stretched hole.
She lay there catching her breath, legs still spread, a satisfied smirk on her face. "That's the meaning," she said. "Now do it again." He was already getting hard.
