She climbed onto his lap without asking, knees spread wide on either side of his thighs. "Whats a smut?" she asked, voice low and direct.
He didn't smile or tease. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down so her cunt pressed hard against the thick ridge in his jeans. "This is what a smut is," he said. "It's me telling you exactly how I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight."
Her breath hitched. He shoved a hand down the front of her shorts and found her already wet. Two fingers pushed straight inside, no warm-up, just a rough curl that made her gasp. "Smut is this," he growled, pumping his fingers deep and fast. "It's dirty talk and wet sounds and not giving a damn if the neighbors hear you moan like a whore."
She rocked on his hand, grinding her clit against his palm. He pulled his fingers out, shoved them in her mouth, and made her taste herself.
"Suck," he ordered. She did, tongue working between his knuckles while his other hand yanked her shorts down her ass.
He freed his cock, thick and already leaking. No slow build—he lifted her and dropped her straight onto it. She cried out as he filled her in one thrust, cunt stretching around every inch. "That's smut," he said, voice rough. "Me balls-deep in your pussy while I tell you how tight you feel and how I'm going to use you until you're dripping down my balls."
He fucked up into her hard, skin slapping, her tits bouncing in his face. He bit one nipple through her shirt and she clenched around him. "Smut is this mess," he muttered. "Your juices soaking my cock, the way you beg without words, the filthy shit I'm going to say next."
She came first, sudden and loud, thighs shaking. He didn't stop. He flipped her onto the couch, yanked her ass up, and drove back in from behind. "Smut is me pounding this cunt until you come again," he said, slapping her ass once, twice, watching the red handprint bloom. "It's raw and fast and me calling you my little fucktoy while I fill you up."
He reached under her and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, moaning louder with every filthy word he fed her. When he came he stayed buried, pulsing hot inside her, then pulled out slow so she felt every drop leak down her thigh.
He turned her over, spread her legs, and looked at the mess between them. "That's what a smut is," he said, voice still direct. "Now get on your knees and clean me up so we can do it again."
She didn't hesitate. She slid down, took his softening cock in her mouth, and tasted them both. He stroked her hair, already getting hard again. "Good girl. Smut never ends with just one round."
