She closed the book and looked over at him on the couch. “What does smutty mean?”
He set his drink down without breaking eye contact. “It means filthy. No romance, no pretending. Just raw fucking and saying exactly what you want.”
Her thighs pressed together. “Show me.”
He stood, walked over, and pulled her up by the wrist. “Take your clothes off. All of them. Now.”
She stripped fast, heart pounding. He didn’t touch her yet. He just watched. When she was naked he stepped in close, grabbed her chin, and said, “Smutty means I tell you you’re a wet little slut and you thank me for it.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He shoved two fingers straight into her pussy. She was already soaked. “Good girl. Smutty means I finger-fuck you until you drip on the floor and you don’t get to come until I say.”
He pumped his fingers hard and fast, palm slapping her clit with every thrust. She moaned and grabbed his shoulders. He pulled his hand out, wiped her wetness across her mouth, and pushed her to her knees.
“Smutty means you suck my cock like you’re starving for it.” He unzipped and fed it to her. She took him deep, gagging, spit running down her chin. He held her head and fucked her throat in short, rough strokes. “That’s it. Get it sloppy. Smutty girls drool.”
When he pulled out she was gasping. He hauled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and slammed into her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her like he meant it, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit.
“Smutty means you beg,” he growled.
“Say it.”
“Please fuck me harder,” she panted. “Use my pussy. Make it messy.”
He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded her. “Smutty means you come when I tell you and you thank me after.”
Her orgasm hit fast and loud. She shook and clenched around him, but he didn’t stop. He kept driving into her, chasing his own finish. When he was close he pulled out, spun her around, and painted her tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum.
He rubbed it into her skin with two fingers. “Smutty means you wear it and you like it.”
She looked up at him, still breathing hard, cum cooling on her skin. “I get it now.”
He smirked. “Good. Because we’re not done. On the bed. Spread your legs. I want to see how many times I can make that slutty cunt come before you beg me to stop.”
She climbed onto the bed and opened her thighs wide. He followed, already hard again, and the night turned into exactly what the word had promised: nothing pretty, nothing polite, just dirty, direct, and exactly what she asked for.
