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Blades of grass nipped at your skin as Arthur pushed your face into the unforgiving earth below. The smell of dirt and sex wasn’t the most appealing combination, if you were being completely honest.
Though, to be fair, you couldn’t really focus on the dirt that was caked to your face or the wet smell of the soil when Arthur was pounding you into next week.
He was relentless with his thrusts — using you as his own personal fuck-toy, taking pleasure however he wanted. Your slick from previous orgasms was running down your thigh. It had cooled and had uncomfortably stuck to your skin, making you shiver. The crisp Ambarino air certainly didn’t help.
The sound of skin slapping against skin startled the crows, making them squawk and flee from the surrounding forest. Your body jolted with each flick of the outlaw’s hips as your hands fisted the dirt. You lost count of how many orgasms he managed to draw from you. Your pussy was begging for a break. Your clit was so swollen and raw from his callous fingers. Not to mention you’d been on your knees for so long your left leg had fallen asleep.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” He praised, smacking your sore ass. You whined, reaching behind you and pushing at his abdomen. He simply smacked your hand away, ignoring your weak attempt at stopping him. “Yer jus’ so pretty when y’ ain’t talkin’ back.”
You moaned pathetically, writhing beneath him. His hands were kneaded into the flesh of your ass — groping, smacking, pulling. He was everywhere. If he wasn’t playing with the globes of your ass he was feeling your tits or playing with your clit or sticking his fingers in your mouth, telling you to suck. You couldn’t escape him.
“Such an asshole…” You grit, cringing as some dirt found its way underneath your nail-beds. Arthur smacked the raw flesh of your ass with an open hand, sending you jolting forward. You were sure there would be bruising tomorrow.
“Yeah, n’ that mouth is exactly how you ended up in this situation, ain’t that right princess?” He dug his nails into your hips, marking you with crescent shaped moons. “Keep on talkin’ and I’ll fill your mouth again.”
It made your blood boil thinking about just how easily he overpowered you. After that botched robbery at Six Point Cabin you two had been chased all the way up to the mountains of Ambarino. Of course, you ran your mouth and blamed Arthur for not scouting properly and he argued that you weren’t even properly armed so you shouldn’t have came anyway. When you went to slap him, he so effortlessly grabbed your hand and pushed you against a nearby tree, muttering something about “putting your mouth to good use.”
He was so much bigger, so much stronger. It wasn’t until your skin was scratched and bruised from the harsh bark that you realized he could do just about anything to you and there’d be no way you could fight him. Not to mention the secluded nature that surrounded the pair of you. There were only a few people who rode the trail this far up the mountain. You were alone with him.
Arthur definitely knew this too. The smug look on his face when he groped your breasts through your work shirt, holding you in place with one arm around your middle as you thrashed and called him not so nice things. He’s overpowered men ten times your size — you were nothing compared to them.
Just a sheep in the wolf’s den.
“Think I like y’ much better when you ain’t bustin’ my chops, sweetheart. Y’ look so beautiful spread out and drippin’ fer me. Knew you jus’ needed someone to put you in yer place.” Arthur teased, sticking two fingers in your mouth, making you drool around his digits. You mumbled a response, your voice garbled and incoherent due to his thick fingers prodding inside your mouth.
“M’ sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, princess.”
His balls were heavy as they slapped against your overstimulated clit. Your nerve endings were on fire as he slid in and out of your pretty hole with ease thanks to your previous orgasms. A jaded moan slipped past your lips as his cock pressed against a sweet spot inside of you. You gushed around him at the feeling, squeezing his cock for everything it was worth.
You’d never openly admit it — but you’d been sweet on Arthur for some time. He was just such an ass it made your feelings for him all the more conflicted. One minute, he would treat the women in the gang like royalty and the next he was telling you off and saying how women shouldn’t be out running with the men. You wanted to strangle him and kiss him all at once.
It was all so confusing.
You were sure Arthur knew about your little crush. He’d often catch you staring and picked up on the way you always asked to tag along with him even on mundane trips like getting the mail and supplies for Pearson.
Even though you two always ended up bickering on those trips…
You buckled underneath his frame as his fingers found your clit once again, flicking and rubbing at the engorged bud. You moaned and rolled your eyes to the back of your head.
It was so, so good.
And that pissed you off so, so much.
You shouldn’t be enjoying this. You shouldn’t enjoy the way Arthur fills you like no other man could. You shouldn’t enjoy the delicious drag of his cock on your inner walls, driving you mad. You shouldn’t enjoy the sounds of his moans and whines every time you clench around him.
But you did.
“Goddamn, princess.” He grunts. He was leaning over you fully now, his body ghosting yours. His lips were brushing against your ear. His hand fisted the dirt next to yours, his dominant hand still playing with your button. “S’ so tight. Should’ve fucked this tight cunt sooner, huh?”
A loud, broken moan tears from your throat as your impending orgasm inches closer, closer, and closer to the edge, just threatening to topple over and send you into a daze of euphoria. Arthur chuckles above you, planting a few kisses on your cheek.
“Mmm, think I like y’ like this sweetheart — all hot and tight, jus’ fer me. Think I might have t’ keep you, darlin’, make you my pretty little wife, bred you and teach you some real responsibility, huh?” He rambled, slightly slurring his words, positively drunk off your cunt.
You were just as intoxicated as him. Drool spilled from the corner of your mouth as you took every inch of him. You couldn’t even remember your own name. Only his, as that was what you had been chanting like a mantra for the past hour and a half.
“Please, please, please…” You beg, though, you’re not exactly sure what you're begging for.
“Y’ beggin’ now, girl?” Arthur huffed incredulously. “And t’ think you tried to hit me earlier.”
“Arthur.” You whined, moving your hips in tandem with his. Each beautiful thrust of his hips made your ass explode in ripples, driving him mad.
“C’mon, darlin’, cum for me. Lemme feel you.” He breathes against your skin.
A loud, broken moan tears from your throat as you come apart. You gush around his length, drawing a low groan from him. Arthur watches in awe like he hasn’t made you cum four times already, relishing in the way your body shakes from the pleasure he’s given you. Your eyes are bleary and wet from your orgasm.
“Shit, sweetheart. Squeezin’ me so well.” He panted.
His thrusts got sloppy and uneven. The lewd squelching sounds of him breaching your weeping cunt could be heard all the way from here to Saint Denis. Your wetness is leaking everywhere. You soak his cock, a thin ring of your arousal forming at the base of his shaft. He groans loudly, watching as your mouth falls agape and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You pussy is sucking him so well, begging for him to fill you.
“Fuck, darlin’. M’ close.” He whines, his eyebrows tightly knitted together as he concentrates on chasing his high. “Christ, M’ gonna fill this little cunt up. Gonna leave you drippin’ for days.”
“Oh, fuck!” A hoarse moan escaped you.
Arthur came then with a pained grunt, his hips stilling, balls deep. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot into your canal, painting your walls white. He pulled out and his seed followed quickly behind, gushing out of your abused hole. Arthur couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of your pretty pussy filled with his hot cum.
It made his cock twitch. He fisted his shaft, pumping a few times at the sight.
“Shit, girl…”
You slowly rise so you’re on all fours, looking behind you to see Arthur reaching for your pussy with his free hand, gathering some of your cum and his onto his fingers.
You blanched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. His eyes never left yours as he sucked his fingers dry. He removed his fingers with an audible pop!
“Hopefully now you’ll think twice ‘fore runnin’ that mouth of yours.”