She climbed into my lap without asking, knees spread wide on the couch, and said it flat out. “Tell me what is smutt. And don’t give me the polite version.”
I grabbed her hips and yanked her down so her cunt pressed hard against my cock through our jeans. “Smut is this,” I said, voice already rough. “It’s me telling you I’m gonna fuck your mouth until you drool, then bend you over and wreck that tight little pussy until you can’t walk straight. No romance. No slow shit. Just filthy.”
Her breath hitched but she didn’t pull away. She rolled her hips once, grinding. “Keep going.”
I shoved my hand down the front of her pants, found her already slick, and shoved two fingers straight inside. “Smut is hearing how wet you get when I talk like this. It’s me saying your cunt is dripping for cock and you love it. It’s raw. It’s nasty. It’s exactly what you’re asking for.”
She moaned when I curled my fingers and started pumping them hard, thumb smashing her clit with every thrust. “Fuck, yes. More.”
I pulled my hand out, wiped her own wetness across her mouth, and stood up, dragging her with me. “Smut is me pushing you to your knees right now.” I unzipped, pulled my cock out, and slapped it against her cheek. “Open. Suck it like you’re starving.”
She did. No hesitation.
She took me deep on the first try, gagging when I shoved forward and held her there. Spit ran down her chin. I fucked her throat in short, rough strokes, one hand fisted in her hair. “This is smut. Using your mouth like a hole. Listening to you choke and still wanting more.”
When I pulled out she was gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. I hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. Yanked her jeans and panties down in one rough pull. Her ass and pussy were right there, shiny and ready. I lined up and slammed in to the hilt in one thrust.
She cried out, back arching. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. “Smut is this sound,” I growled. “My cock ruining your cunt. You begging for it deeper even when it hurts.”
“Deeper,” she gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Talk dirtier.”
I reached under and pinched her clit. “Smut is me telling you your pussy is greedy. It’s me saying I’m gonna fill you up and watch it leak out. It’s you coming on my dick while I call you my filthy little slut.”
She came with a broken shout, cunt clamping down so tight I almost lost it. I kept pounding through it, then pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and shoved back in. Her legs went over my shoulders. I fucked her even harder, sweat dripping, the couch creaking.
“Tell me what is smutt now,” I demanded, thumb back on her clit.
“It’s this,” she panted, eyes glassy. “It’s you using me like a fucktoy and me loving every second.”
I came with a grunt, pumping deep, filling her exactly like I said I would. When I pulled out, thick white cum slid out of her swollen pussy and down her ass. I dragged two fingers through it and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them clean without being told.
She looked up at me, still breathing hard, and smiled slow. “I think I get it now.”
I was already getting hard again. “Good. Because we’re not done. Smut doesn’t end after one round.”
I flipped her over again, spread her cheeks, and went back to work.
