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sixgunluvr · 2 days

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The sound of your name on his lips , along with the weight of his body on top of yours, sent an electric shock through your entire being. It was as if his touch alone could set every nerve in your body alight. Your hands roamed up his muscular back, feeling the strength and power contained within. His skin was hot, the muscles beneath shifting and moving as he moved against you.

Your legs had already parted for him, and he slid inside you with a low moan of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you feel good," he murmured against your lips as he thrust into you deeper.

Your fingers gripped his shoulders as you welcomed him inside. The feeling of him filling you up was indescribable, and it only made you want more. His movements were slow, almost agonizingly so, as he set a leisurely pace. You could feel every inch of him as he moved against you, and the sensation was maddening.

The way he filled you up, the way your bodies moved together, it was like a dance - a dance of passion and pleasure.

His hands roamed down your body, gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his ass as you urged him deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "So fucking wet."

You couldn't help but moan in response, the feeling of him inside you driving you wild with desire.

His thrusts became deeper, more urgent, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He captured your lips with his, silencing your moans as your tongues dueled in a dance as old as time.

Arthur pushed himself to his knees while still inside of you, his strong hands gripping your hips as he used them to take control of the tempo. Each thrust hit a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

You were his captive audience, and the lust in his eyes was all the proof you needed. No one had ever looked at you with such hunger - like you were his last meal on earth and he was going to savor every last bite.

His hard length slides in and out of your wet warmth, making you want to cry with pleasure.

He brought your left foot up to his right shoulder, changing the angle and causing him to hit a spot that made you moan loudly.

He started to speak but your loud moan drowned out his words.

"That's it darlin, take it like a good girl," he groaned as he thrust deeper into you.

Sweat glistened off his sculpted chest as he moved in rhythm with yourself.

You gripped the sheets tightly as your climax built and built, your breathing becoming ragged and short.

"Don't stop, don't stop," you chanted, lost in pleasure.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and the only thing that could quench the flames was Arthur's thick cock. He grunted with effort, his hips slapping against yours as he plunged into you again and again.

The sound of skin against skin filled the tent, punctuated by your gasps and moans. You writhed beneath him, unable to contain the pleasure building up inside of you. Every thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, but you didn't want to fall over just yet. You wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

Craving release, your hand made its way to your clit. You rubbed in gentle circles, mimicking Arthur's movements and allowing the tension to build. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Arthur swatted your hand away, pinning it above your head as he increased his thrusting.

"That's my job," he muttered, sweat dripping from his brow.

You moaned beneath him, writhing in pleasure. His other hand snaked its way down to your clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub.

With every stroke of his cock, with every twist of his fingers, you found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into a sea of ecstasy.

"Come for me sweetheart," he demanded, his voice low and guttural.

With those words, the pressure building inside of you snapped, and your orgasm tore through you like a storm. You cried out, your nails digging into Arthur's chiseled biceps.

Arthur didn't let up, his thrusts becoming faster and more brutal as he chased his own release. He wrapped a hand around your throat, not enough to cut off your air, but enough to send a thrill of fear through you. You knew that you were completely at his mercy.

And that thrilled you almost as much as the feeling of his thick cock inside of you.

With a growl, Arthur released his hold on your throat, instead wrapping it around your waist and hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around him, bouncing up and down on his cock as he pounded into you from below. Your tits bounced in time with your movements, and Arthur took full advantage of the view. He reached up and squeezed them hard, pinching your nipples between his fingers until you cried out in pleasure.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" you screamed, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

Arthur's thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his own release. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat spreading up his spine and into his brain.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you and let out a guttural roar as he came harder than he ever had before. His semen filled you to the brim, spilling out around his cock and down your thighs in hot streams.

He didn't pull out immediately, instead choosing to savor the moment of pure satisfaction.

He was still hard inside you, and the feeling of your walls contracting around him was indescribable. Arthur's breath came out in harsh pants as he slowly slid out of you, leaving a wet trail on your inner thighs.

You let out a sigh of contentment as you laid there, still panting from the intense orgasm that had just rocked your world. Arthur collapsed next to you on the bed, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to catch his own breath.

"Holy shit," he muttered, running a hand over his face. "That was...

incredible," Arthur finished, turning to face you with a sated smiled.

You couldn't help but agree, still reeling from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. Your entire body felt like it was made of jelly, and you struggled to find the words to express what you were feeling.

"Yeah, incredible doesn't even begin to cover it," you murmured, rolling onto your side to face him.

Arthur pulled you close, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

Your bodies were still slick with sweat, a testament to the passion that had just consumed you. You could feel his heart racing in time with your own, and you knew that what had just transpired between you had been nothing short of earth-shattering.

As the two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your love-making, the sounds of the camp outside filtered in through the tent walls. Men laughed and joked, their voices rising and falling as they swapped stories around the fire.

But inside the tent, it was a different world.

The scent of sex lingered in the air as you and Arthur lay there, your limbs tangled together. Arthur traced patterns on your skin with his fingertips, sending shivers down your spine.

For the first time in your life you were truly happy and content. You knew, in that moment, with Arthur, you had found something truly special.

As you both drifted off to sleep, Arthur pulled you closer, wrapping you in his big strong arms.

You knew then, without a doubt, that you were where you belonged.

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sixgunluvr · 3 days

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Mature 18+ Readers only!

Just a short story written in 1st person.

The looks he gives me stir something deep inside of me, an ache that only he can sate.

Without hesitation, Arthur thrust inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion, feeling him fill me to the brim. He felt amazing, like he was made to fit me perfectly. The feeling of him inside me was enough to make my toes curl, but when he began to move, that's when things got really intense.

Arthur set a punishing rhythm, driving into me with such force that the whole bed shook beneath me.

Every thrust seemed to reach deeper than the last, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that made me cry out his name.

He wrapped one hand around my throat, not enough to choke but just enough to remind me who was in charge. With the other, he reached down between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing slow circles around it. My orgasm built quickly, climbing higher and higher until I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, ready to tumble over.

"Come for me," Arthur growled, his voice low and commanding.

He increased the pace of his fingers on my clit, and within seconds I was tumbling over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

Arthur didn't let up, continuing to thrust into me with hard, deep strokes that made me see stars. His fingers on my clit remained relentless, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure from my body.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," I chanted, unable to form complete sentences.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Arthur continued to piston in and out of me, his hips slapping against my thighs. Sweat dripped from his brow, landing on my chest and mixing with the sweat already there. His grip on my hips tightened, leaving bruises that would linger long after this moment had passed.

"Say it.

Tell me whose pussy this is," Arthur demanded as he thrust into me again, making my whole body shudder with pleasure.

"Yours," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Only yours."

Arthur grunted in satisfaction, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

"That's right, darlin'. You're mine." Arthur's words sent a thrill down my spine, and I felt myself getting even wetter. He thrust into me once more, his hips slapping against my thighs with a loud smack.

I could feel his cock swelling inside me, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. His fingers on my clit moved with a newfound urgency, and within seconds I was screaming his name, my pussy clenching around him like a vice.

Arthur groaned as he felt me come, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and gasping for breath.

"Fuck, darlin'," he murmured, his voice muffled by my hair.

His breath was hot against my skin, making me shiver in delight. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of my own.

Arthur's body was still intimately joined with mine, and I didn't want him to move. I never wanted this moment to end. But all too soon, he rolled off me and onto his back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

I turned to face him, propping myself up on my elbow as I studied his handsome face.

His green eyes were dark with desire, and his brown hair was tousled from our earlier activities. I couldn't help but reach out and run my fingers through it, marveling at the softness of the strands.

Arthur caught my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my wrist. "You're amazing, darlin'," he murmured.

I blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread throughout my body. No one had ever made me feel so desired before.

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sixgunluvr · 14 days

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Rugged Passion

Mature Readers ONLY, 18+.

Pairing Arthur with a female reader, language, smut. Sorry if I forgot anything.

Arthur has been away for a week now on a job. You had no idea when or if he'd be back. Going on these far away jobs always worries you. There is no way you can even imagine your life without him. On the seventh evening of him being gone you're lost in your thoughts standing by yourself on the overlook gazing at the full moon when you feel hands reaching around your waist from behind….

The bright full moon hung low in the sky , casting its gentle, silvered glow over the landscape. You stood at the edge of the Horseshoe Overlook, looking down upon the river flowing below.

There was a stillness to the night that felt almost otherworldly—the sound of the distant rustling of leaves, and your heart galloping in your chest.

It had been a week since Arthur had left on a job. You forced yourself to push away your worry; you couldn't even imagine your life without him, but you knew these jobs were necessary and that Arthur was as skilled as they came.

The muffled sounds of the camp echoing behind you, the crackling fire, his friends' laughter—it was all so distant and surreal. You focused on the midnight-blue sky speckled with stars, wishing on a shooting star and watching as it streaked across the horizon.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the overlook causing your long hair to whip around your face and you shivered.

And then, there they were—rough, firm hands slipping around your waist, pulling you into a rock-hard chest. You closed your eyes, recognizing the scent that was immediately familiar and so very welcome.

The roughness of Arthur's muscular physique as he turned you around inside his embrace, ignited a burning passion in your core.

His intense gaze met yours, and you were completely lost in his emerald eyes, as they gleamed in the moonlit dusk.

"Missed me?" he growled, pulling you closer against his hips, grinding them into yours.

A husky, needy sound escaped your lips, as you felt his hardness, and you bit your lip.

"More than you could ever imagine," you managed to get out, as you locked your gaze, feeling an insatiable desire that had been confined and simmering, impatiently waiting for this moment.

He crushed his mouth down onto yours, no hesitation, devouring every part of you—the feverish intensity matching what you felt within.

His tongue demanded entry and you opened for him, losing yourself in the sensation of your bodies, once again two pieces of the same whole.

His hands roamed up and down your body possessively, and you gasped as he squeezed your breast roughly, before he slipped his hand down to your pelvis, urgently pushing your thighs apart with force and pinning you against the rock-face, your back scraping against it as he ground his pelvis demandingly against you.

"You have no fucking idea how much I missed you—needed you," Arthur groaned, his hot breath pouring down your neck, while you felt his erection straining against his pants.

You whimpered, your body shivering from the thought of giving yourself to this man, right here, right now. The aching hunger you'd been holding at bay all week was threatening to consume you.

"Show me," you practically choked out, gripping his biceps like they were your lifeline and you were drowning.

You had always been the quieter one in your relationship, but the urgency in his voice had you abandoning your hesitancy, welcoming the rawness to come.

"I would love nothing more darlin', but not here." He whispered nodding back at the camp, reminding you that there were prying eyes. "Meet me at our spot in 15 minutes." He said, his voice as raw and demanding as his body.

Your heart thumped loudly, already pounding from you being reunited. You nodded, unable to trust your own voice to reply.

He released you, running his thumb sensuously over your jawline and bottom lip before turning to walk away. You watched as he walked back to the camp to speak with Dutch.

Your thighs trembled, as you pushed your body from the rock, turning to walk in the direction of the old oak tree and large rocks, your hidden oasis.

You forced your body to steady as you walked, aware of your wetness dripping down your thighs. You had always been insatiable where Arthur was concerned, your passion only growing with every moment apart, and now the mere thought of having him inside of you had your entire body flushed and begging for more.

As you reached your secret meeting place - the old oak tree and the towering, weathered rocks - a shiver of excitement ran through your spine.

Quickly, holding the lantern high, you scanned the area, making sure you were alone.

Suddenly, Arthur was there— his face so close to yours that your breaths intermingled, full of raw, unbridled desire.

His eyes, dark and full of sin, met yours and you gasped as he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss. He tasted like whiskey and tobacco—a potent combination that made your head swim and sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

His rough hands began to roam your body greedily, as if he couldn't get enough of you. He pulled the laces of your bodice free, and you shivered as the cool night air caressed your exposed skin.

His hot lips found the sensitive spot where your shoulder and neck met, and he nipped and sucked on the flesh there, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers found the buttons of his pants and, with trembling hands, you fumbled to free him from their confines.

"Easy there, cowgirl," he purred, grabbing your wrists to hold you still. "Let me take care of you first."

He pushed you up against the tree, his body pressing into yours. The roughness of the bark against your back only fueled your arousal.

His mouth found your breasts and he sucked and teased your nipples.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he groaned, before his mouth found yours again.

His tongue plunged inside, tasting and exploring you and you could do nothing but surrender to him.

Arthur's hands slid down your body and he gripped your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed himself against you, and you could feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his pants, seeking the heat of your wetness.

"I need you inside me," you moaned, unable to control yourself. You needed release, needed him to erase the week-long ache that had been building in you.

"Please, Arthur," you pleaded, rocking your hips against him, desperately trying to alleviate the ache.

He growled in response, his hunger for you evident.

"I got you darlin', don't worry," Arthur ground out between gritted teeth.

He carried you over to the large rocks nearby, where you had shared so many stolen moments before.

He laid you down on the soft moss covering the boulder, his gaze roaming hungrily over your exposed skin.

His hands trailed up your legs, pushing your skirts up to your waist, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growled, running his thumb over your clit, causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him. He slipped a finger inside of you, and you moaned loudly as he began to move it in and out, slowly at first, then faster, building up a rhythm that had your hips bucking against him.

"That's it darlin', let go for me," he urged, as his thumb continued to circle your clit.

You were beyond words at this point, all you could do was feel. The sensation of his finger filling you up, his thumb working its magic, was almost too much to bear.

"Please, more," you begged, your voice hoarse with need.

He obliged, slipping another finger inside, stretching you further, and sending a jolt of pure pleasure through your entire body.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts up towards him, desperate for more.

"You like that don't you?" he taunted, his voice thick and husky. "You like when I touch you like this."

You nodded, unable to form any coherent words, as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

"Beg me for it, darlin'. Beg me to make you come."

"Please! Oh, God, please! Make me come!" you pleaded, your voice shaking.

"Please, Arthur, I need to feel you inside of me. I ache for you."

He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper in protest. But your displeasure was quickly replaced with pleasure as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his throbbing erection.

"Watch me," he commanded, his voice gruff and commanding.

You did as you were told, your gaze fixated on his cock as he began to stroke it, up and down.

He was so hard, so big. Watching him touch himself was bringing you to the brink of madness, your hips rocking with need.

"Look at how much I want you," he continued, his voice dripping with lust. "Are you ready for me, darlin'?"

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. You were beyond ready, you needed him inside of you now.

He positioned himself at your entrance, and you gasped as you felt the tip of him enter you, inch by slow inch.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, as he continued to sink deeper inside, filling you up completely.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he began to move—slowly at first, as if savoring every second of being inside you again. He drove himself into you with long, deep strokes, causing your hips to buck wildly beneath him.

"Yes, just like that," you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you held onto him for dear life.

The sensation of him filling you up completely was almost indescribable; it was as if you were home again after being lost for weeks on end.

His gaze locked onto yours as he continued to thrust into you, faster and harder with every passing moment.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.

You could feel every inch of him as he moved inside of you—the way his pelvis rubbed against your swollen clit, the way you could feel his heart pounding in sync with yours.

"Harder," you begged, your voice breathy.

You could feel yourself on the verge of a release that threatened to shatter you into a million pieces, but you wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.

Arthur obliged, driving his hips harder against yours, fucking you with a primal intensity that had you panting and clutching at him.

His ragged breathing matched your own as he pushed deeper and harder within you.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, the build-up of pressure taking over.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” you urged, your nails digging into his back.

Arthur grunted in response, driving himself deeper within you.

“You want to come for me, darlin’? Come for me then, take what you want,” he commanded, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your body responded instinctively, and you felt the first wave of pleasure wash over you as your muscles tightened around him.

Your climax hit you hard and fast, sending electric currents running through your body as you cried out his name.

He kept driving into you, drawing out your orgasm until you were a shuddering, trembling mess beneath him.

But Arthur wasn’t done with you yet. Far from it. He continued thrusting into you, his hips moving with a relentless rhythm that had you gasping for breath. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your nipples hard and sensitive.

Arthur reached down between your bodies, finding your clit with his thumb. He circled it gently, sending another wave of pleasure cascading through your body.

You were still reeling from your first orgasm, but the second one was rapidly approaching.

"That's right, darlin', come for me again," he groaned, as his thumb worked its magic on your sensitive clit.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you and held himself there, as the walls of your pussy milked his cock. Your muscles tightened around him as he released his load, his hot semen filling you up.

The sensation of him pulsing inside of you only served to intensify your second orgasm, your own release coating his cock.

As your peak subsided and your breathing slowed, Arthur collapsed on top of you, his heavy weight against yours a comforting reminder of him being here, in this moment, with you.

His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, and you could feel the rapid beating of his heart against your own chest.

The weight of his body on top of yours, coupled with the feeling of his cock still buried deep inside of you, was a welcome sensation that you never wanted to end.

Your flesh was slick with sweat and sex, and you could feel his heart jackhammering against yours as his breathing started to regulate.

But before the silence settled between you entirely, Arthur slowly pushed himself up, withdrawing his semi erect cock from you.

You whimper at the sensation of feeling so empty, and your heart races at the thought of him slipping away so quickly.

Before you even have a chance to protest, he pulls you up into a standing position facing the rock you were just laying on. You feel his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down gently until your palms rest on the soft blanket of moss covering the rock.

He leans down and whispers in your ear, "Not yet, darlin'.

I'm not done with you yet."

Your heart races in anticipation, and you feel his hands trail down your sides, coming to a stop at your hips. His grip tightens and he pulls you back onto him.

You feel his hardness press against you, and you involuntarily push back against him. His fingers dig into your hips and he thrusts forward, entering you once again.

He feels huge inside of you and you gasp at the sensation. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, filling every inch of you with his cock.

He wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he fucks you from behind. With his other hand, he reaches down between your legs, finding your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Arthur,” you moan, feeling yourself quickly approaching another orgasm. He rubs his thumb in slow circles over your clit, causing you to clench around his cock. You can tell he loves the way you feel all around him, your pussy tightening with every stroke.

He's gripping you firmly, guiding your movements as if you're his dance partner. His chest is pressed against your back, his stubble scratchy against your neck. His breath is hot on your ear as he whispers filthy things, making you blush and push back harder.

"That's right, baby. Take all of me. You feel so damn good."

You hear the obscene sounds of your bodies slapping together, the wetness of your arousal coating his cock. The thought of how turned on you both are sends you over the edge again.

It's the third time tonight, your body shuddering with pleasure as you scream out his name, your muscles contracting around his cock, milking it for every drop of his hot cum.

He lets out a guttural growl as he empties himself inside of you, his cock twitching with the intensity of his release. He collapses on top of you, the weight of his body pressing you down onto the rock, your breathing matching in its erratic pace.

You feel his hot breath on your neck and back, his beard rough and scratchy against your skin.

He runs his hands up your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples. You arch your back and let out a moan, your body still trembling from your orgasm.

"Goddamn, you feel amazing," he groans, his lips finding your shoulder as he begins to trail kisses down your spine.

He pulls out of you gently, making you whimper at the feeling of losing him. But before you can fully register the loss, you feel him lifting you up and turning you around to face him.

His lips come crashing down on yours, his tongue delving into your mouth with an urgency that makes your head spin. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, your arms encircling his neck as you deepen the kiss, tasting the remnants of your shared passion on his lips.

Breaking the kiss, Arthur trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin as he makes his way down to your breasts, which are still exposed from earlier.

He takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down just enough to make you gasp.

Arthur continues his assault on your breasts while your hips rock against his still-hard cock, desperate for more of him.

"Please, Arthur," you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me again."

In response, Arthur lifts you up and impales you on his cock, making you cry out in pleasure. He pistons his hips upwards, each thrust sending a jolt of ecstasy throughout your body.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you down onto him.

You throw your head back, moaning in pleasure as his mouth finds your breast, his teeth grazing your sensitive nipple. With each thrust, he hits that magical spot deep within you, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he growls, pulling your hips down harder as he drives himself deeper inside you.

"You're so goddamn tight, I can barely stand it."

His words send a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you whimper as he begins to thrust harder, faster. Your body moves in time with his, sweat beading on your skin from the sheer intensity of your lovemaking.

The sound of your bodies slapping together echoes in the still night, and you let out a filthy curse as he hits that spot deep inside you, causing your muscles to clench around him.

He growls in approval and picks up his pace, fucking you harder, faster.

"Oh, fuck," he grunts, "you like that, don't you?"

Your only response is a whimper as your head thrashes back and forth. His hips are slapping against yours, and you can feel every inch of him buried deep inside of you. Your clit is swollen and sensitive, rubbing against his lower stomach as he thrusts into you.

His mouth finds yours once again, swallowing your moans of pleasure as your hips buck wildly against his.

"You like that, don't you?" he repeats, his voice low and husky. "You like my big, hard cock filling you up like this?"

You can't speak, can only nod your head frantically as you feel another wave of pleasure building inside of you. You're so close, so fucking close.

You can feel the pressure building, the waves of pleasure growing stronger with each thrust. Your legs tremble, your toes curl, and you're gasping for breath as Arthur continues to drive himself into you with wild abandon.

"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock," he growls, nipping at your earlobe.

That's all it takes. You shatter around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave.

Your vision goes white as you scream out his name, your pussy clenching around his cock in tight, pulsing waves.

Arthur groans, his own release slamming into him as he empties himself inside of you. His cock throbs within you, filling you completely as his hot seed spills into you. It's a heady feeling, knowing that you are the one who has brought him to this point. That you have driven this rugged cowboy to the brink of madness with pleasure.

You slowly unlock your ankles from around his waist and lower your feet to the cool earth.

You hold onto him, not wanting the moment to end, but you both need time to catch your breath. You feel the sensation of your combined releases trickling down your thighs and onto the ground.

Your bodies are flush against one another, still breathing heavily as he bends down and rests his forehead against yours. His hands cup your face and his thumb gently wipes away a stray tear that has escaped from the corner of your eye.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" He asks with concern, searching your face for an answer.

You bite your lower lip and look away, feeling embarrassed for getting emotional during your intimate moment.

"Don't be shy," he urges, tilting your chin up so that you have no choice but to meet his gaze. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"I just missed you so much," you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion.

"Being without you feels like an eternity. I never know when or if you'll come back."

Arthur's expression softens, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "I'm sorry, darlin'. I know it's hard for you when I'm gone. But I promise I always come back to you, don't I?"

You nod, sniffling. "Yes, you do. It's just that I can't help but worry sometimes. What if something were to happen to you?

What if you didn't make it back?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Arthur's chest rises and falls with every deep breath he takes, his eyes never leaving yours. "Listen to me, darlin'. I will always come back to you. I may have to go away for a while, but I will always find my way back to you. And when I do, I want to see that beautiful smile on your face. I want to hear your sweet laughter. And I want to bury myself deep inside of you again and again.

I want to claim your body and soul as mine and only mine. I want to make you scream my name and beg for more. I want to leave you breathless and satisfied. But most importantly, I want you to know that I will always protect you and keep you safe, no matter what."

His words make you feel loved, cherished, and wanted. You had never felt this way before, until he came along. This rugged, handsome cowboy had stolen your heart and taken it on a wild ride. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You crave the way he touches you, the way he brings your body to heights of pleasure you never thought possible. You love how he makes you feel so alive, so desired. It's like he has awakened a dormant hunger within you, a hunger that can only be satisfied by him. And when he's gone, you feel like a part of you is missing.

It was as if you both had been starved of affection from the moment you met each other and the moment you got together, you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. There was always a sense of urgency in your lovemaking, like you both knew it couldn't last forever. So you took what you could get, and you took it hard.

It was as if you had both been waiting your whole lives to find each other.

You were the missing piece in his heart, just as he was the missing puzzle piece in yours.

And in the quiet of the warm night, as the moon hung full and heavy in the sky, you lost yourselves in a storm of passion, wild and desperate.

He pressed his mouth hard against yours, and the taste of him made your head spin. Your tongues clashed and teased, and you drank him in like a woman possessed.

He grabbed your chin and tilted it, seeking better access to the recesses of your mouth. He tasted sweet and smoky and raw.

His beard scratched against your jawline and his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. You moaned into him, the sound muffled by his invading tongue.

Your fingers crept up and knotted in his hair, pulling him closer as your bodies pressed together.

Arthur's hands moved from your face, trailing down the column of your throat, stopping just above your breasts. He took advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as though he were trying to devour you whole.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers brushed against your hardened nipples. He broke the kiss, trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

You moaned in pleasure thinking, how did I ever live without this man before?

But the truth was, you couldn't remember.

Before Arthur had come into your life, you felt like you were just existing—not truly living.

He had changed everything for you, giving you a new perspective on life, on love, and on intimate connections with others.

But with this sense of freedom and pleasure came a constant fear—the fear of losing him.

Every time he left for a job, you would count down the days until his return, your heart filled with a sick, gnawing anxiety.

But when he finally did come back, it was as if all your fears and worries had merely been figments of your imagination. He would hold you close, his muscular arms encircling your waist, and you would breathe in his earthy scent, feeling safe and secure once more.

The two of you would lose yourselves in each other, your bodies moving together with a familiarity and ease that only came from knowing someone intimately.

And as the sun rose and the day began, you would lie in each other's arms, your limbs tangled together, both unwilling to let go.

This was your life now with Arthur, an outlaw cowboy who had captured your heart with his rugged good looks and fierce loyalty. You had never known a love like this before, a love that was wild and untamed, just like the West itself.

You never imagined that such a love would find you in the small, desolate town you lived in, but here it was.

You were a young woman in a time where women were expected to be proper and never show any sort of impropriety. However, with Arthur, all of those expectations were thrown out the window. With him, you felt free to be your true self, to explore your deepest desires without fear of judgement or ridicule.

You had always been curious about the taboo, the forbidden, the things that were deemed inappropriate for a lady.

Arthur brought those desires to life.

His rugged and dangerous nature was a magnet for you, and the contrast between him and the “proper” men in the town was stark. He was an outlaw, a man who lived by his own rules, and that rebellion against society was endlessly tempting for you.

You could never resist the pull of the forbidden, and Arthur was the epitome of that concept.

In Arthur's arms, you were not just a young woman in a small town, waiting for her life to start.

You were a passionate, adventurous soul, who craved the same excitement and danger that Arthur lived for. His mere presence inspired you to break free from the boundaries that society had placed on you.

Together, you would embark on a journey of self-discovery and passion that would take you to the heights of ecstasy, while simultaneously testing the limits of your love.

This, this is where you belonged. Here in the arms of Arthur, in the heart of the Wild West, amidst the beautifully untamed landscape that stretched out before you, vast and unending.

You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply, filling your lungs with the cool night air and the scent of Arthur, and you reveled in the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his fingertips brushing against your skin.

In moments like this, you felt safe, protected, cherished.

With a sigh of contentment, you leaned into his embrace, letting yourself drift away on a sea of pleasure and desire.

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That crooked grin of his makes my heart skip a beat, fluttering like a caught butterfly against the walls of my chest.

Every time he smiles, it's as if the world tilts a little, casting everything in a softer, gentler light.

It's not just his smile, but the mischief twinkling in his eyes that pulls me deeper into a sea of affection I'm all too willing to drown in.

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An Outlaw's Desires

Mature Readers ONLY, 18+. pairing Arthur with a female reader, language, oral sex, light spanking, smut. Sorry if I forgot anything.

You had been stuck at camp for 5 days with no Arthur.

All you've had on your mind is Arthur, his touch, his smell, his smile, his eyes, and his cock.

You just need a little distraction to ease this God-forbid wild hunger for your man.

You fluffed your hair, straightened your skirt, and put on those heels that Arthur likes and made your way alone, into town.

You had nothing planned other than just distracting yourself from the yearning.

The day was hot, the wind was wild, and the dust from the street had left you with a gritty taste in your mouth. As you approached the saloon, you heard the distant sound of laughter, rambunctious yips from a group of men playing poker, and a melancholy harmony of a faint, out-of-tune piano.

You entered the dimly lit saloon, and the scent of stale ale mixed with the musky aroma of crowded men filled your nose.

As your eyes adjusted to the low light, you saw him - Arthur, sitting at a table, surrounded by Charles, Javier, and Lenny. The shocked look and mix of relief swept across his face when he saw you.

"Damn it, woman! What the hell are you doing here?" He hastily rose, as if to protect you from this testing masculine world.

You stepped closer and placed a hand on his chest. "Miss me, darling?" you asked, trying to pull off a composed tone, but failing miserably.

That gorgeous smile that just fucked with your mind and heart spread across his rugged face. "Baby, I missed you every damn second of every day."

However, your wicked senses were now fully aroused, now noticing the saccharine-sweet perfume oozing from a luscious blonde draped over Arthur's arm.

"Hun, who's this?" She pouted, not quite understanding that you two shared something unbreakable.

"Lola, my sweet, this is the woman I've been living for every day.

I told you, I'm a taken man," Arthur replied with a playful grin, disengaging himself from Lola's grasp.

Lola, seemingly unperturbed, put on a show by puckering up and blowing you a kiss before sauntering back over to the bar.

You had expected the worst upon entering this worn-out, faded rust-hued saloon, but Arthur had never broken your trust before.

“Care to join me, beautiful?” Arthur asked, lightly tugging on a chair next to him.

“We’re in the middle of a poker game.”

Javier raised his hat playfully as he caught sight of you. His brown eyes radiated a warmth that contrasted sharply with Arthur’s bashful demeanor.

“Ah, our striking beauty has arrived. Welcome!” Javier greeted you as he shuffled the deck around.

Charles, ever the quiet one, simply nodded a nod as he scribbled something on a notepad, while Lenny let off a rusty bark of laughter from the opposite end of the table.

The atmosphere was tense, but you could feel Arthur's protective aura enveloping you.

"Let's see what you got, darling," Arthur whispered, winking while patting his lap.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling a familiar heat radiating through your thighs. Game on. You sat on his lap, facing the table, and joined the poker game.

Half of your attention was on the cards being dealt, but the other half couldn't wait to taste that rugged outlaw.

Your flirtatiousness started to intensify, and Arthur's breath matched your pace.

He slid his hands up your thighs, caressing the smoothness of your skin.

You leaned in a little closer, letting his beard tickle the back of your neck, and the warmth of his breath on your ear.

The room began to spin, but all you wanted was Arthur.

With trembling lips, you whispered, "I need you now."

With a rasping voice, he answered, "Your wish is my command, darling."

Arthur clumsily threw his cards onto the table, tipping over his beer glass and stunned the room into silence.

He took you by the hand and guided you through the cluttered, beer-soaked saloon floor. The thick stares of ‘Lola’ and the other women followed you as you hurriedly climbed the wooden staircase.

Their pissed-off gaze couldn't quench the fire kindling throughout your entire body. You had eyes for one man only - Arthur, your outlaw cowboy with a golden heart.

Each heavy thud from Arthur’s booted steps made your pussy weep.

Your heart raced when you reached the top of the rickety stairs, with the dimly lit hallway guiding you towards the closest door.

You fumbled for the door handle, your breath hitching in excitement.

Arthur's muscular frame pressed against your back as he kicked the door behind him, slamming it shut with a finality that echoed throughout the small, dingy room.

The smell of stale cigars and sex met your nostrils, but you didn't care.

Nothing mattered anymore but the man behind you, whose hands had already begun to unbutton your shirt.

You shrugged off his touch, spinning around to tear at his clothes, seeking out the warmth of his bare, muscular flesh.

Arthur groaned as your hands worked furiously at his shirt buttons, your fingernails gently scoring his roughened skin.

With a final yank, your hands reached his now unfastened belt, which you pulled loose with animal hunger. Staring deeply into each other's eyes, you both knew there was no turning back. There was no room for tenderness or going slow; the lust consumed you, smothering any other thoughts.

A brutal, primal need took hold, tearing away any reservations.

With your shaking hands, you slid down his pants, revealing that throbbing, wildly excited cock.

Your breath hitched, desire unfurling like a wildfire burning in your core.

Arthur's large hands roamed over your body, grazing the sensitive skin between your thighs.

"Fuck, baby. I've missed that sweet pussy of yours," he groaned, gripping the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

You moaned, crushed against his bare chest, drowning in the taste of whiskey on his lips.

Arthur's tongue explored the depths of your mouth, tangling with yours as if they belonged together.

His hands moved higher up your spine, grasping desperately at your thick, tangled hair.

Your hands ventured to his solid cock, gripping him tightly and teasing the plump, shiny head with your fingertips.

A low, breathless curse escaped from Arthur's parted lips as his cock jerked in your hand, seeking that warm release.

With one more searching kiss, in which he seemed to consume your very soul, Arthur broke away from your bruising embrace, breathing raggedly.

You, too, gasped for air but held onto the precious moments of passion still lingering in your racing heart.

Your lips swollen and your mind bewildered, you struggled to stem the unyielding hunger still gnawing in your lower belly.

You nudged Arthur gently towards the nearest wall, eyes alight with intense desire and wanton need.

"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered as he cupped your face, savoring the taste of your lips one last time before giving in to the unadulterated desire running rampant between you.

Your lips quivered in anticipation as your deft hands traveled down his taught chest and bulging muscles, every hill and valley sculpted by seasons on vicious outlaw adventures.

Meanwhile, the ragged rhythm of his heavy breaths filled your ears, causing you to ache for the blissful pleasure only this man could offer you.

Bending down, you knelt before Arthur as if in submission, yearning for the slightest taste of the throbbing cock springing forth in front of you.

A low growl rumbled through his chest, and his hands tightened in your hair as you gently slipped the head between your eager, swollen lips. The salty taste of his precum and musky aroma of lust overwhelmed you, and you moaned in pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

With deliberate, teasing movements, you wrapped your tongue around his thick shaft, lapping at him with desire.

His head fell backward and thudded against the cold, rough planking of the wall. That's so goddamn good." He thrust his cock deep into your throbbing, eager mouth, and you greedily took him in, moaning around his width.

You drew your head back, letting your teeth gently graze his swollen head before plunging him back between your lips.

Arthur hissed, his powerful thighs tightening as your tongue traced the underside of his shaft, worshipping the veiny pillar of his manhood.

"Oh, baby, you are going to fucking kill me," he ground out, hips bucking forward.

You marveled at his weight on your tongue, tracing the patterns and grooves of every glorious inch. The head of his cock nudged the back of your throat, and your gag reflex kicked in.

You had never taken him so deep, but the taste of him, the salty sweetness was addictive.

Your arms snaked up around Arthur's hips to hold him in place as he thrust.

His fingers tightened in your hair, bumping the back of your throat before pulling out.

You gasped, stars clouding your vision for a moment.

When you looked up, Arthur was staring down at you with a look of sheer awe and lust.

"Fuck, baby, you are perfect.

Your tight, wet mouth feels incredible on my aching cock," Arthur groaned as you worked him with your hands, guiding his shaft towards your greedy mouth again. His smooth head pressed against your lips, and you sighed in pleasure, opening wider to receive him. Your desire ignited, knowing how much steadfast strength and pure masculinity coursed through him, and surged into your veins.

He slid back into your mouth, and you began massaging his firm buttocks, pressing him closer, holding him there as long as you could bear it.

He pressed insistently deeper into your velvet furnace, your nose buried in the wiry hair between his legs, and your eyes teared up, making you blink furiously. Arthur pulled back with a loud slurp and then roughly grabbed your hair in both hands. He began ruthlessly face-fucking you, his big balls slapping against your chin with each thrust, groaning and swearing as your ass swayed beneath the hem of your dress.

"Shit, damn it, you are heaven! I knew you'd be good at this.

Fuck, baby, you look like a goddamn queen on your knees." His hips snapped forward as he pummeled your face with that divine cock. "But, I need to taste my queen too."

His words sank in as he pulled out and ripped your dress up to your waist, revealing your slick, aching pussy. The sudden gush of cool air made your clit pulse with pleasure, and his obscene growl forced liquid need to pool between your legs.

His rough hands spread you open, pushing two fingers into you, followed by a third.

Your back arched involuntarily with a whimpering sigh escaping past your swollen lips, his thumb casually stroking your clit.

Arthur growled deep in his throat, "Goddamn, woman.

You're already soaked."

You only managed a trembling nod in response. His probing touch felt so good that you wanted more.

"Do it, please," you murmured - but your pleas weren't necessary.

With an animalistic grunt, Arthur positioned his swollen tip to your entrance.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his sculpted hips, guiding him inside you.

Your inner walls tensed, spreading around that delicious monster with a whimper.

He hissed and pushed into you, slowly sheathing himself in your warm, inviting embrace.

"Oh, fuck, yes!

You're squeezing me like a vise, baby," he grunted out, his eyes squeezing shut as he finally buried himself entirely in this new, yet familiar haven.

The sensation, both comfortable and tantalizing, worked its magic as you both fell into a familiar rhythm.

Arthur’s thrusts matched the pace of your squirming hips, driving deeper. With each forward lunge, the head of his cock slammed into your G-spot, flooding your body with tingling pleasure. Little moans kept falling from your swollen red lips, and your final button popped off your blouse in ecstasy.

Eyes locked, you read the hunger in his expression, and it ignited your own.

His grip tightened around you, hands splayed possessively against your backside, as he set a merciless pace. He pulled you onto his damp cock with unrelenting force, grunts and groans punctuating each crashing plunge.

"Fuucck, you're so fucking hot, baby. And tight. Goddamn, you're gonna make me come!"

His voice, hoarse and desperate, sent a shiver down your spine. You squeezed around him, milking his shaft as your legs trembled with the effort to maintain your position.

The fullness of Arthur inside you, the feel of his rough palms massaging your ass, and his hot breath on your cheek were setting you on fire.

Arthur could barely take it either, his rhythm faltered, and his hands slid from your backside as he braced himself with urgency against the rough wooden walls. The grunting increasing in volume as you felt his cock surge with heat.

He plunged in and out of your dripping wet pussy relentlessly.

"Fuck, yeah. Take it, baby," he hissed, eyes half-closed as the pleasure overtook him.

"Yes, yes, Arthur. Come inside me, give it to me. Harder, oh God, yes!"

With an animalistic growl, he gave in, pounding into you desperately. Every brutal thrust met with your cries of pleasure until his deep, guttural moan shattered the silence, accompanied by an intense spasm.

His cock twitched after such a long, hard ride, and his seed shot deep inside you, hot and filling.

Each spasm of his thick cock pulsed an intoxicating warmth within your core, and you moaned, gripping him tighter. The intensity of blissful release had overtaken both of you, consuming any thoughts of time or place as you clung to one another.

Exhausted and satisfied, Arthur leaned into you, his forehead rested on your shoulder, and he gasped for air. His cock throbbed within you as his breathing finally began to slow. You ran your hands up and down his arms, reveling in the feeling of having him, all of him, nearby.

Arthur's softening cock twitched within you, still half-hard with the remnants of his explosive climax trickling down your inner thighs.

He kissed along your neck, pressing gentle nips against the tender flesh as his lips brushed along your collarbone.

Exhausted as you were from the wild encounter, you couldn't help but be swept away by the flicker of embers still burning in his gaze.

His arms moved from your back to placing you against the wall with a gentle but insistent force.

He wants complete control, to bring you to the edge and leave you screaming for more. Arthur's eyes gleamed with an all-consuming passion that hadn't dimmed, even with his release moments before.

His hand slid down your leg, lifting it to rest on his hip, opening you wider for him. The salty-sweet scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air as his grip tightened on you.

Slowly, deliberately, he thrust back inside.

Your head tipped back against the wall, exposing the long, graceful curve of your throat. Arthur, continuously sending shocks throughout your body, nipped and kissed at your neck, eliciting a choked giggle and desperate whimper in equal measure.

His cock slid in and out, and the feeling was indescribable. It was as if your souls connected and danced together to the sinful music created by your lovemaking.

Arthur pulled out completely, looking at you with a wicked glint in his eye, before flipping you around.

Your breasts smushed against the cold wall. His large, rough palms slid down your sides and squeezed your ass. The anticipation spread throughout your body in an explosive thrill. His hungry lips brushed against your neck, while his teeth nipped gently at your earlobe.

"Fuck, Arthur. This isn't fair," you muttered through ragged breaths, your head pressed back against his shoulder, making your voice sound foreign to your ears.

"You love it, my beautiful outlaw. Now spread those sweet legs."

You did as he commanded.

Spreading those sweet legs, you obeyed your rugged outlaw. Your breath hitched in desire as a knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. As swiftly as a cowboy draws a gun, he slapped your ass cheek, leaving a crimson imprint of his possessive brand. Your gasp grew louder as his other hand reverently traced the mark. You're pink and ready for me," he growled, worshiping you with his eyes.

Arthur continued to caress your, now rosy, ass, applying a little more pressure with his next slap. The intensity left you gasping, your pussy tightening involuntarily, desperate for his cock to fill it once more.

"You like that, you dirty girl? Do you enjoy the pain as much as the pleasure?" Arthur's voice was an excited rasp, barely discernible from the moans and laughter spilling out from the saloon downstairs.

"I want you inside me, Arthur. Please, just fuck me hard," you begged, your voice muffled by the wall.

Your raw need pierced the lust-filled fog clouding both your minds.

Without hesitation, Arthur thrust into you. He filled you completely, his erection stretching your tight walls. His grip on your hips tightened as you cried out, the sound bouncing off the walls and mixing with the cacophony from downstairs.

The initial shock had barely subsided before he began a punishing rhythm. Each thrust harder than the last, forcing you to rise on your toes, unable to ground yourself completely.

He fucked you mercilessly, and your entire existence focused on the fierce penetration devouring your needy pussy.

Every brutal surge into you brought you closer to the abyss. The sweet oblivion where pain gave way to earth-shattering pleasure.

His groans, each labored breath, and the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated around the tiny room.

Seconds became minutes. Minutes fragmented into an eternity of piercing passion as his cock throbbed within you.

You clenched around him, each wave crashing onto your shores, drawing out the intensity of your climax. Arthur dug his fingers into your hips, driving deeper, harder - sending shocks rippling through your core, the force of his pounding driving your tits against the unforgiving wooden planks.

"Goddamn, baby. I'm losing my fucking mind. You feel like fucking heaven," he bellowed, hips furiously pumping, grinding against your sensitive, swollen pussy.

Arthur's grunts grew louder, and his nails dug deeper, marking your engorged flesh.

"I'm going to come, baby, and you're going to take every drop," Arthur declared before biting down on your shoulder, mixed pain and pleasure bursting through your nerve endings.

Unable to contain your own impending release, you responded, "Yes, yes, Arthur - together, fill me up."

Just as the words escaped your lips, his cock twitched, releasing long, warm streams inside you.

The sensation sent you spiraling over the edge once more, quivering and tightening around him uncontrollably. Your heart raced like a wild mustang, neck and neck with the dizzying exhilaration coursing through your veins.

As you both descended from the heavens, Arthur's grip on you softened. His lips found your shoulder, placing lingering kisses along the bite mark he had left behind. His cock, still semi-erect, slid out of you, dragging a sigh from your swollen lips.

A sticky heat coated your trembling thighs, and you marveled at the exquisite tenderness between them. Arthur placed feather-light kisses on your neck and back as he gently pulled you into an embrace. His cock, still covered in your combined essence, nestled between your ass cheeks.

"Shit, baby. I could stare at you all day," he said with reverence in his voice.

"Mmm, I wouldn't argue." You blissfully leaned into his strong body, melting into him.

Your head lolled backward, pressing against his sweat-drenched chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his pounding heart.

Suddenly, the door burst open, causing you both to jump. A few patrons caught a fleeting glance of you two standing there, panting heavily and entwined in each other's embrace - only to quickly close the door as if trying to erase the scandalous sight they had just witnessed.

Embarrassed, you quickly gathered your thoughts and tried to push yourself away from Arthur, but he wouldn't let you go.

Instead, he turned you around, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of whiskey on his tongue and the roughness of his beard against your cheek sent waves of desire through your protesting body.

He lifted you and laid you on the bed. The coarse blanket prickled your bare back while murmuring sweet words of endearment and obscene promises of what he planned to do next.

Arthur descended to your eager pussy, lavishing open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive folds in between.

His lips explored the hills and valleys of your warm, wet terrain, savoring every taste and texture. The scent of their mingled pleasure intoxicated him, making him harder if that were even possible.

His skilful tongue lapped at the sticky flesh, greedily devouring you. A trembling sigh escaped past your swollen lips as his fingers replaced the emptiness his cock left behind. Arthur slid another digit into your slick tunnel, flicking it deftly against your G-spot.

Your back arched off the bed as his lips pursed around that sensitive button, savoring the slick taste of your arousal. Each lap, nibble, and stroke sent bolts of pure pleasure through you, pouring like honey from your core. Your eyes rolled back in your head while the storm built, threatening to crash and flood your senses.

He glanced up to catch your reaction, those green eyes burning with unparalleled passion. Arthur hooked his fingers just right, causing a delicious tension in your pelvic floor.

His eyes, filled with unrestrained desire, never strayed from yours as your back arched off the bed once more. Your thighs could no longer contain your need to reach for that ultimate release.

"Goddammit, Arthur!" you cried out, hips bucking wildly against the intrusion of his fingers.

Each wave of pleasure rolled over your trembling body, crashing into Arthur as he smiled wickedly against your dripping pussy.

His reverent kisses traced lower, worshipping the petals of your core, and teasing the tight pucker of your ass.

He parted your tender folds, baring your clit to his hungry mouth.

His tongue darted out to circle the nub, growling in satisfaction as he felt it swell beneath his merciless assault.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured, every word a melody whispered against your quivering skin.

His tongue assault continued as he licked, sucked and teased every part of your drenched pussy. His hair tickled your thighs with every focused lash, and the gritty taste of your orgasm coated his expert tongue.

You cried out again, words twisting into broken pleas and filthy curses. The force of an imminent release backed up against your walls like a dam, threatening to burst and drown them both in slippery nirvana.

"That's it, my love. Let go, don't hold back."

Arthur's voice was gravely - a rough whisper in the otherwise silent room. It snapped the restraints on your self-control, sending you tumbling into the abyss.

Your nerves exploded in a cascade of sensations - scorching pressure seared from your clit through each vein, heating your very core. The storm finally broke, and your sex gushed with pent-up need in a hot, pulsating wave that swallowed them whole.

"Fuck.

Yes." You screamed, the pleasure wracking your body like tidal waves. Your legs trembled around Arthur's head as he groaned in delight, lapping up every last drop of your orgasm.

As the shudders subsided, and your breathing calmed, Arthur brushed gentle kisses across your tender folds. His fingers slid free from your drenched pussy, leaving a slight feeling of emptiness.

"You are fucking magnificent, you know that?" He raised a hand to brush a strand of sweat-drenched hair from your face.

The rough pad of his thumb tracing your cheekbone sent sparks racing between your hypersensitive nerve endings, and a shiver crept up your spine. Arthur hovered above you, scrutinizing your face as if searching for slivers of your soul hidden within the crevices of your eyes.

"Open your eyes, baby," he whispered, brushing his lips tenderly against yours.

Reluctantly, you released the darkness that had swathed your vision, allowing the reality of his loving gaze to fill the emptiness.

"You are one gorgeous son-of-a-bitch, you know that?" The words rolled off your swollen lips, slightly hoarse from the night's acrobatics.

Arthur smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling endearingly, and brushed his nose against yours. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to your slightly parted lips. The faint taste of your desire lingered there, a bittersweet reminder of the rapture he offered moments earlier.

As you basked in the afterglow of the grandest passion-fueled storm, Arthur nestled beside you under the quilt, a rope of muscle and sinew, his dark hair brushing your breasts and turning your insides aflutter. The saloon's atmosphere and the night outside faded effortlessly against the fire lighting up your souls.

You sighed, letting your weary bones sink into the old mattress. His arm draped around your shoulder, and his firm hand cupped yours, a lazy circle, skin against skin.

The warmth spreading through your veins whispered promises of safety and belonging. There were no secrets between you, only the raw, honest truth of how you set every part of him aflame.

Minutes passed, an eternity in the combined silence of two souls while the old grandfather clock in the corner ticked away the sodden night. Laughter, muffled conversation, and music from downstairs seeped through the wooden walls of the small room and slithered around you, ultimately suffocated by the rising satisfaction of the moment.

Arthur's fingers deftly weaved through your hair, while your head found solace on his shoulder. With a slow, steady rhythm, his other hand traced circles on the small of your back.

"I missed you," he confessed, his words barely whispers, but they contained a certain weight, visible even in the low light of the room.

You nestled further into him, cherishing the warmth that oozed from his body.

Safety enveloped you, a shield that prevented danger from reaching out and claiming you.

“I have missed you too, Arthur,” you murmured, your voice barely louder than his own. You tipped your head back, peering into his eyes - seeing past the green to the love and longing that dwelled within that handsome outlaw cowboy.

Through the open window, the gentle breeze meandered around you both, a comforting presence amid this intimate scene, soon joined by the distant murmurs of the nightlife below.

The soft sway of the room's lantern cast a warm, inviting glow across Arthur’s visage, igniting a smile just for you.

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sixgunluvr · 1 month

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I first saw him in town when I was shopping for some supplies at the general store.

He rode into town with a presence that captured everyone's attention.

There was something unmistakable about his demeanor, a blend of confidence and mystery that set him apart from the usual crowd.

Dressed in a weathered coat, with a wide-brimmed hat shading his eyes, he dismounted his horse with the ease of someone accustomed to the saddle.

His boots kicked up small clouds of dust as he made his way towards the store, each step deliberate and unhurried.

People paused in their tasks to watch him, whispering to each other, curiosity alight in their eyes.

It wasn't just his appearance that intrigued them; it was the air of quiet authority he carried, the silent stories etched in the lines of his face.

In a place where strangers were rare and memories long, his arrival was an unexpected ripple in the calm of their everyday lives, a mystery wrapped in the mundane, promising stories of distant places and untold adventures.

Little did I know that my life was about to change forever.

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sixgunluvr · 5 days

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Here's another peek at the story that will be posted tomorrow:

Arthur was the first to break the silence. "You okay, darlin'?" he asked, turning to face you. His eyes were soft, concerned, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him.

You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath. Arthur smiled and pulled you into a tight embrace, his hand gently stroking your hair as you tried to regain some semblance of normalcy.

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sixgunluvr · 17 days

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Sneak peek at a new story in the works!

His intense gaze met yours, and you were completely lost in his emerald eyes as they gleamed in the moonlit dusk.

"Missed me?" he growled, pulling you closer against his hips, grinding them into yours.

A husky, needy sound escaped your lips as you felt his hardness, and you bit your lip.

"More than you could ever imagine," you managed to get out, as you locked your gaze, feeling an insatiable desire that had been confined and simmering, impatiently waiting for this moment.

He crushed his mouth down onto yours, no hesitation, devouring every part of you—the feverish intensity matching what you felt within.

The whole story coming soon!

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sixgunluvr · 4 days

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I suck so bad at titles. Let me know if you have a good one for this.

Mature readers only, 18+, pairing Arthur with a female reader, dominance & submission, not too rough though

3.668 words

Your hand connected hard with Arthur's cheek, sending a loud smack echoing through the night. The sound of your palm against his flesh was like a shot of electricity, igniting a spark that traveled down to your core and settled in the pit of your stomach.

"How dare you?!" your voice cracked with pain and pure fury.

The sting on your hand was nothing compared to the raw emotion coursing through your veins.

Arthur recoiled from you as if he had just received a physical blow, bringing his hand up to his cheek. He was taken aback by your sudden eruption, eyes wide as he looked at you in shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" he exclaimed, rubbing his cheek.

"Micah told me of your little whore in town today!" you screamed. Your chest heaved with rage and your fists clenched at your sides.

You had spent the past week waiting for his return, holding onto the memories of your passionate encounters and the tenderness he had shown you. You believed that his feelings for you were just as strong, that he would want nothing more than to come back to you as soon as he could.

But now, as you stood there in the middle of the night, facing the man you thought you knew so well, your whole world came crashing down.

Arthur had a look of utter confusion, "Micah? Whore in town?"

"Darlin I haven't a clue as to what you're talking about," he protested.

You looked to all the men sitting around the fire. They all had looks of confusion on their faces. It was clear that none of them had heard about any such thing as a "little whore in town."

You looked Arthur up and down. He had the same rugged, handsome face that you fell in love with. His medium-length brown hair was disheveled from travel and his green eyes had a hint of worry. His muscular build was evident even through his clothes.

But now something felt different.

"What's going on?" one of them asked, breaking the stunned silence.

But you couldn't answer yet. Your mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, and you were struggling to process everything. "I-I need some time," you stammered out, before turning and rushing off into the darkness.

Arthur called your name running after you and caught up to you, grabbing your arm.

"Stop, wait! I don't know what that bastard told you, but it ain't true!" he said urgently.

You turned to face him, eyes glistening with tears.

"Then what is it, Arthur? What am I to you?" you asked, voice shaking with emotion.

He looked at you for a moment, then stepped closer, pulling you into his arms.

"You're everything, darlin'. I've been gone for a week, and I couldn't stop thinkin' about you.

My body aches for you, darlin'. I missed the feel of your soft skin, the taste of your lips, and the way your body responds to my touch.

You looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and fear, searching his eyes for the truth. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I know I ain't been here for a while, but I swear to God, it don't change how I feel about you. I need you, darlin'."

You didn't know what to think. Micah was not exactly known for his honesty, but there was something in Arthur's eyes that convinced you that he was telling the truth. You couldn't help but soften at his words.

Slowly, you nodded your head in understanding.

"Why would he make up such a story?" you asked, leaning your head against Arthur's chest as you took in his soothing scent.

"Be cause he's an asshole and he's been after you since day one. He's gonna do whatever it takes to break us apart.

But I promise you, there ain't no one else but you," he whispered, before capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Your bodies melted into one another as his hands roamed over your curves. Your breasts pressed against his chest, the heat from his body spreading throughout you like wildfire.

Your tongue darted out, exploring the depths of his mouth as if you were trying to taste his very soul.

"Oh, Arthur," you murmured against his lips before he nibbled on your lower lip, biting down gently. You groaned as he slid his hands down your back, gripping your ass firmly before grinding you against him.

You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing into you, and it made your thighs rub together in anticipation. His fingers found the hem of your dress and tucked it up, exposing your bare flesh to the cool night air.

The sensation of his rough fingertips against your delicate skin sent a shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to break out across your body. Arthur's hands continued to roam, squeezing your ass before moving up to grope your breasts through your blouse. He pinched and twisted your nipples until they were hard nubs, making you gasp against his mouth. A moan escaped your lips as his fingers found their way between your legs, brushing against your slick folds.

"Oh Arthur," you murmured against his lips, your voice filled with pure desire.

At the sound of your moan, Arthur's self-control snapped. He roughly turned you around, pulling you tight against him.

You could feel his hard cock against your ass.

His hand was wrapped around your throat, not choking but possessively firm. His other hand was between your legs, two fingers plunged deep inside your pussy. A third finger rubbed against your clit, making you moan as pleasure coursed through you.

"You like that, darlin'?" he asked, nipping at your earlobe.

"You wanna play rough?" he asked , his voice gravelly with arousal.

All you could do was nod, unable to find your voice. You could feel your wetness running down your thighs.

Arthur's fingers moved inside of you with precision and skill, finding that spot that sent you into a spiral of pleasure. He applied just the right amount of pressure, stroking and massaging until you were gasping for breath.

"Oh, God!" you cried out, your head falling back against his shoulder.

"You dirty little slut," he growled in your ear, his words sending another thrill of pleasure through you.

"You want me to take you right here, don't you?"

His fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit, each brush making it harder for you to breathe. You could only nod, whimpering as the pressure inside of you built higher and higher.

The thought of him taking you out here in the open, with the whole camp just a few feet away, was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Arthur's hand tightened around your throat, not enough to cut off your air but enough to remind you who was in control. His breath was hot against your ear as he continued to plunder your pussy with his fingers.

"You're mine," he growled, withdrawing his fingers from inside you with an audible pop before pushing you to bend over.

Your hands braced against a nearby tree, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. The cold night air didn't stand a chance against the heat radiating off of your flushed skin.

Arthur hiked up your dress, exposing your nakedness to the elements. You shivered in anticipation, a whimper escaping your lips as you felt him fumbling with his belt and pants. His hard length sprang free, hot and heavy against the curve of your ass.

Without warning, he thrust inside you, filling you up completely.

You gasped in pleasure as his cock bottomed out, the rough hair on his balls tickling your clit with each movement.

"Oh, fuck me," you groaned, pushing back against him in an attempt to take him deeper.

Arthur took the hint and began to move, thrusting into you with the raw force of an animal. Each stroke hit deep inside you, touching something that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

The cool night air around you contrasted sharply with the heat building inside of you, stoked by each punishing stroke.

Arthur's callused hands gripped your hips, holding you still as he fucked you with a ferocity that left you gasping for breath.

"You're so tight, so wet, darlin'," he grated out, his voice low and strained. "So fucking perfect."

His praise only served to drive you higher, to push you closer to the edge of ecstasy. You could feel yourself getting close, that familiar tension starting to build deep inside of you.

"Don't stop," you begged, as he slammed into you again and again.

Leaning over you he grabbed your neck once again.

In a low gutteral growl he demanded,

"Say it, darlin'. Tell me who the fuck you belong to."

You could feel his breath against your neck, hot and heavy.

Without a moment of hesitation you moan out,

"You. I belong to you, Arthur."

His grip on your neck tightened in response, and the sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

"That's right. You're mine and only mine. That fucker, Micah will never have you," he hissed, as he picked up the pace.

His hips moved with a fierce urgency, driving in and out of you with a bruising force. With each thrust, the tree bark dug into your hands, leaving small crescent moons imprinted on your palms. You didn't care; you welcomed the pain. It was another reminder that this man, this outlaw cowboy, was claiming you as his own.

Your pussy clenched around him, gripping him tight as the tension inside of you reached its breaking point.

With a cry of pleasure, you toppled over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire. Your vision went white, and for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears. You had never felt anything like this before, not even with Arthur.

But somehow, Arthur seemed to know exactly what to do. His cock remained rock-hard inside of you as your pussy clenched in spasms around him. He continued to thrust into you, causing another wave of pleasure to crash over you.

You had never been so filled up, so completely and utterly dominated by a man.

"Please, Arthur, please," you begged, not knowing what exactly you were asking for.

Arthur obliged, quickening his pace as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cool night air. He let go of your neck and reached around to grip your breasts. He pinched and pulled at your nipples, eliciting a high-pitched cry from your lips with every stroke.

The combination of the pain and pleasure pushed you higher and higher, and you could feel another orgasm rushing towards you like a tidal wave.

"You come for me again, like a good girl," he growled.

Arthur never slowed down. In fact, if anything, he picked up his pace. With one hand still gripping your breast, the other moved down between your legs. His fingers found your clit, already swollen and sensitive from the attention it had received, and began to rub slow circles around it.

Each rotation made your hips buck, seeking more friction. You could feel yourself getting close to the edge again, and it was a sensation that both thrilled and terrified you.

"That's it, darlin'," Arthur growled in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. "Come for me again."

His words were like a trigger, and with one final thrust of his hips, you toppled over the edge once more. Waves of pleasure washed over you, making your legs tremble and your vision go black.

Your orgasm seemed to last an eternity, each contraction of your muscles sending a jolt of pure ecstasy through your body.

Finally, you collapsed against the tree trunk, gasping for breath as your racing heart slowed. Arthur withdrew from you slowly, leaving you feeling sore and empty. You knew there would be bruises on your hips and thighs tomorrow, but you didn't care. The pain was a reminder of what you had just experienced.

Arthur pulled up his pants and turned you around, gathering you into his arms.

You could feel the tremors wracking your body, and he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

"Easy there, darlin'," he said softly. "Let's get you inside."

He led you back to camp, his arm around your waist for support. The men around the fire watched as you passed, but no one said a word. They all knew that Arthur had claimed you and were wise enough to keep their opinions to themselves.

Arthur threw a blanket over your shoulders, tucking it around you to stave off the chill in the air.

When you reached Arthur's tent, he gently guided you inside, settling you onto his bed. You could still feel the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through your body, leaving you feeling almost boneless.

"Don't move," Arthur said softly, before disappearing into the night.

You lay there on his bed, wrapped in the warmth of his blanket and the memories of what had just transpired between you.

Your skin was still flushed from the heat of your bodies, and you could feel every tender inch of your flesh that Arthur had touched.

He returned a few minutes later, carrying a steaming bowl of water and a washcloth in one hand. He set them down on the small table next to the bed before kneeling between your legs. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on you, and you couldn't help but blush at the thought of him seeing you vulnerable and exposed.

But then, Arthur had already seen every inch of your body, had already claimed you as his own.

The memory of his fingers inside you, the scrape of his fingernails against your sensitive flesh, made a shiver run down your spine. You wanted him again, wanted to feel the weight of him above you, wanted to hear the rough growl of his voice as he thrust inside you.

Arthur's eyes met yours, and you could see the hunger in them. He knew exactly what you were thinking, knew exactly what you needed.

He took the washcloth from the bowl and wrung it out before bringing it to your core. You gasped as the warm water washed over you, soothing your sensitive skin. Arthur's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he cleaned you up before tossing the cloth aside.

"Open for me," Arthur said gruffly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You obeyed without hesitation, spreading your legs wide so that he had full access to your dripping pussy. He groaned at the sight of your wetness, his cock twitching in his pants.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice low and raspy. You blushed at his words, feeling self-conscious but also turned on. You had never been so wet for anyone before.

Arthur's eyes held a primal hunger that made your heart race and your skin flush. You watched as he stood, slowly undoing the buttons of his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His cock was already hard, already pointing at you like an accusatory finger.

"Please," you whispered, not even sure what you were begging for.

"All in good time," Arthur said, crooking a finger at you. "Come here."

You stood, moving towards him on shaky legs.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath hitching as you watched him stroke his cock.

"That's it, darlin'," Arthur growled, his voice thick with desire.

You stopped in front of him, your hands trembling as you reached out to touch him. The skin of his cock was like velvet over steel, and the heat of him made you gasp. Arthur's eyes fluttered closed as you began to stroke him, matching the rhythm of his own hand.

"That's right, darlin'," he murmured, "just like that."

You whimpered as he took your hand in his and wrapped it around his cock, guiding you in how he liked to be touched. His other hand came to rest on the small of your back, pulling you closer until your breasts were pressed against his chest.

"Look at me," he commanded, and you obeyed, gazing into his eyes as you continued to stroke him. They were dark with desire, filled with a fierce hunger that made your stomach clench with anticipation.

With his free hand he began unbuttoning your blouse, revealing your breasts and tight hard nipples. He bent down and sucked one into his mouth, biting down gently and teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue.

"Oh, God," you moaned, your grip on his cock tightening as pleasure coursed through you.

He switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with attention until both were hard peaks of desire. All the while, you continued to stroke him, mimicking the motion of his hand on his own cock.

His fingers tightened on your hip as he guided you towards the bed.

His other hand was still wrapped around your own, working the length of his cock in a slow but steady pace. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, scorching your chest as he feasted on your tits.

The pleasure was so intense it almost brought you to tears, but Arthur's hand on your hips held you firmly in place, pinning you between the heat of his body and the cold of the bed behind you.

"Goddamn, girl," he grunted against your skin, biting down on your nipple.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you?"

You could only nod, too lost in pleasure to form words. His fingers found your entrance, slipping inside easily as you moaned in appreciation.

"So fucking tight," he growled, his fingers crooked and hitting that spot deep within you that made you see stars.

He pumped them in and out of you at a slow pace, drawing out the sensation until you were begging for more.

"Please," you gasped, reaching down to grip his wrist.

Arthur's fingers slowed, and he looked up at you with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Please what?"

"Please," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire. "I need more."

He smirked, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet sound. You whimpered at the loss, but before you could protest, he pressed his cock against your entrance.

"You ready for me?" he asked, his voice low and husky. You couldn't speak, so you nodded frantically.

He quickly turned you around and held your hip with one hand and pushed your back down with the other.

You planted your palms on the bed and locked your elbows.

Tonight he was all about dominance and control, and you couldn't help but submit to him.

He spread your cheeks apart and paused to admire the beauty of your body, before slowly pushing the tip of his cock inside you.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

His grip tightened on your hips as he thrust into you, filling you up with a force that left you gasping for breath.

He wasn't gentle or considerate - he was raw and unhinged, exactly how you liked it.

The roughness of his treatment only heightened your pleasure and excitement, your slick pussy gripping him tightly as he thrust into you. With each stroke, you felt yourself get closer to the edge until you finally tumbled over the brink, crying out as the ecstasy washed over you in waves.

Arthur didn't let up, continuing to pound into you with reckless abandon until he too reached his end. You collapsed on the bed, panting heavily as he pulled out and flopped down next to you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

You could hear your own breathing, shallow and labored, and the sound of Arthur's chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The air in the tent was thick and heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as you lay there, sated and spent.

Arthur was the first to break the silence. "You okay, darlin'?" he asked, turning to face you. His eyes were soft, concerned, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him.

You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath. Arthur smiled and pulled you into a tight embrace, his hand gently stroking your hair as you tried to regain some semblance of normalcy.

But the truth was, nothing about this felt normal. You had just experienced something intense and primal, something that went beyond mere physical pleasure. It was as if Arthur had claimed a piece of your soul, and it left you feeling both elated and terrified all at once.

As the silence stretched on, you couldn't help but feel the weight of what had just happened bearing down on you.

Your body still hummed with pleasure, but your mind was racing, trying to process the events that had unfolded between you and Arthur.

Arthur's arms tightened around you, as if sensing your thoughts. "Don't worry about it too much," he murmured in your ear, his voice soft and soothing. "We both wanted it, and there's nothin' wrong with that."

His words seemed to calm you, and you relaxed into his embrace. But as the minutes ticked by and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, a sudden thought struck you.

Had anyone else in the camp heard you and Arthur? The idea of being caught in the act sent a thrill of fear down your spine, but it also fueled your desire.

With a sly grin, you reached out and wrapped your hand around Arthur's growing erection, giving it a squeeze. "Again?" you whispered in his ear.

Arthur groaned and rolled on top of you, pinning you beneath him. "You're insatiable," he growled, his eyes dark with desire.

"Only for you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

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