She climbed onto his lap on the couch and asked it straight out. “What is smutty?”
He didn’t smile or soften it. He just grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed hard enough to make her gasp. “Smutty is me telling you you’re about to get your cunt fucked raw while you beg for it like a filthy whore. Smutty is you dripping down my balls before I even put it in. You want the definition or you want the proof?”
Her breath hitched. “Proof.”
He stood up with her still wrapped around him and carried her to the bedroom like she weighed nothing. He dropped her on the bed, yanked her leggings and panties down in one rough pull, and spread her legs wide. “Look at that.
Already wet. Smutty starts right here.” Two thick fingers shoved straight into her pussy, no warm-up, just knuckle-deep and pumping. She moaned loud and he laughed low. “That’s it. Make noise. Smutty means you don’t hold back.”
He finger-fucked her fast and nasty until her thighs shook, then pulled his fingers out and shoved them in her mouth. “Taste how smutty you are.” She sucked them clean without being told twice. He stripped, cock already hard and leaking, and climbed over her. “Open your legs wider. I’m not being gentle.”
He slammed in on the first thrust. No slow push, just full length in one go. She cried out and he covered her mouth with his hand. “Smutty is taking every inch and thanking me for it.” He started pounding, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass with every stroke. The bed creaked. Sweat slicked their skin. He talked the whole time, voice rough. “Your cunt’s sucking me like it wants to keep me. You’re such a dirty little slut for this. Say it.”
“I’m a dirty little slut,” she gasped around his palm.
“Louder.”
“I’m your dirty little slut!”
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached under to rub her clit hard and fast. “Smutty is coming on my cock while I call you names. Do it. Come like the filthy bitch you are.”
She came hard, pussy clenching and pulsing around him, juices running down her thighs. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own finish, growling every filthy word he could think of until he buried deep and unloaded, hot spurts flooding her.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged. He pulled out slow so she felt every inch leave, then spread her ass cheeks to watch his cum leak out of her used hole. “That’s what smutty is,” he said, voice still low and direct. “Now get on your knees and clean me off with your mouth. We’re not done.”
She slid down without hesitation, tongue already out, ready for round two.
