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As the night started to fall, the room upstairs was illuminated with the soft moon light creeping from the broken window as you were laying comfortably in your white-nightgown on the rooky bed in the corner. Turning pages of that romance novel Mary-Beth had burrowed you.
It's the one she kept hidden beneath her pillow, not wanting people to see the vulgar and erotic words she's reading.
The sound of the creaking floor boards outside snapped you out of your reading process, holding the book up to your face awaiting the intruder.
You need not to worry, it's probably one of the gang members, drunk or sleep walking or...
It could be your beloved cowboy.
The doorknob turns so slowly, a small click, and then the door flows open.
Your second guess was correct.
Arthur's boots echoed as he stepped on the wooden floor.
"Hey, darlin'." He said softly with a smile.
"Hi." You sang back, smiling ear to ear at seeing him again (you just saw him this morning but still), healthy and not covered in blood.
He came to you and hugged you, a small kiss on your forehead then started removing his equipments on the table he had his map on.
"Whatcu' doin up?" He asked while he unhooked his belt.
"Nothing, just...reading." You scratched your neck nervously, flushing profusely.
"Oh yeah? Watch'u reading?"
"You know...stuff..." Your face turned tomatoe red at this point.
Arthur raised a brow at you, looking at you like a confused poppy.
"No...I actually don't know."
Fucking hell.
Once he had finished undressing down to his union suit, his muscles look more obvious as the fabric clung to his body like a second flesh. His arms, those soft belly muscles, god and his broad shoulders. And you can't forget about his back, for christ sake he makes you drool.
You're such a lucky girl.
You were so awestruck you didn't notice he was actually walking closer to you. You scooted back further on the bed till you reach the wall, giving him room to sit and he did. He laid on his side and faced you.
Leaning in for a kiss, and another cause his lips taste so good. Tobacco, cigarettes, and a hint of whiskey, or is it gin? You can't tell.
He pulled away from you harshly, making you gasp in surprise.
Arthur swiftly turned you onto your side, hands stroking down your sides and hips as he laid behind you. His heavy form pressed onto your back, spooning you completely.
"Read for me then." He smirks.
"I- It's not appropriate, Arthur..."
Is there anything more inappropriate than seeing you butt naked every night?
"Oh c'mon, it can't be that bad," he started, "Read." He gestured towards the book in your hands with a nod of his head.
Flushing like a school girl, you turned the pages, looking for at least a more appropriate one than the ones you were reading-
He placed his hand between the pages, stopping you.
"Start from..." his finger moved, going to the line that starts with 'Their lips', “here.” he pointed.
Well this is fucked.
He knew what words were written on that page. He slipped the book from beneath your pillow one night when you had fallen asleep, and read the page you had drooled on.
But he never brought it up.
Till now.
"A-All of it?" You asked as you looked over your shoulder slowly, voice nothing more than a whisper.
He pressed against you, his whole broad chest flush with your back, his mouth right next to your ear, hands steadying himself on either side of you.
"Mhm. All of it." He whispered, his voice dropping to that deep southern drawl.
Now you can feel him pressing against your bottom, he wasn't solid hard, but you could feel it there.
He isn't always like this when he comes back late at night, and it made you shiver with arousal.
You took a shuddering breath and tried to focus on the words on the page, his touch is making you lose your mind.
"T-Their lips met...gently at first-" You started reading, his hand still lazily tracing patterns on your hip, "b-but soon the passion takes over, and the kiss becomes more intense."
"Mhm. Keep going." Arthur said, hand slowly moving down to the hem of your nightgown.
"His skilled hands began to undress her, his touch sending electric waves through her body," that moment, Arthur pulled up your gown, hitching it just above your mound. Your hands shook, making your skin tingle and your heart race.
You gained focus again, "h-he removes her shirt, revealing her bare skin, glistening with sweat, and her heart pounds with a mix of trepidation and excitement."
Arthur only hums when his hands moves lower to stroke your core and he finds you wet, wet and with no undergarments. You could feel the way his fingers stutter for a moment, caught off gaurd by your boldness.
As you lie on the bed, his muscular body looming over you, you can’t help but tremble with anticipation. His hands, strong and skilled, explore every inch of your petite frame, tracing the delicate lines of your body.
"H-His touch was gentle yet firm, and she finds herself lost in the sensation of his-"
You gasped suddenly when he finds your little clit, his pointer pressing down and circling it.
"Didn't tell you to stop." He whispered right in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. His voice has dropped to that dangerously sexy deep drawl that he uses to threaten people with. You swore you could feel it echoing against your chest.
Your eyes closing momentarily, small moan leaving your lips, enjoying his touch before he stopped.
Oh it's that kind of night then?
"Read. I won't ask again." He said firmly.
Oh, little did he know, this version of his makes you even more aroused.
You nodded shakily, clearing your throat,
"h-his fingers exploring her most intimate parts-" again, he started rubbing tight circles against your throbbing clit, "they continue to work their magic, sliding effortlessly in and out of her, while their lips and tongue dance a sensual ballet."
Arthur's mouth didn't stay unoccupied, he was kissing your neck and jaw, couldn't kiss your mouth because he still wanted you to read.
"H-Her body arches up against him, moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second-" you couldn't keep going because fuck, in that instant Arthur decided to push his middle finger inside you.
"Oh god, Arthur-" You moaned dumbly, the book fell from your hand, the other went to hold onto his wrist between your legs.
"Huh? His name was Arthur, too?" He asks teasingly, smug bastard.
"Please, Arthur. Please..." You wish that he wouldn't stop because your brain really can't keep focusing on two tasks at once.
He seems to take pity on you as another finger joins the first one, his forefinger. Palm of his hand rubbing your sensitive button, as his fingers moved in and out smoothly.
"You feeling good, darlin'?" God, his voice is really goning to make you bust now.
"Y-Yes, please... so g-good." You whine.
"Atta girl," he groans, his hips bucking behind you, in search of some relief. His hand leave you horribly empty and on the edge of madness. You whined at the lost, wishing that he wouldn't just leave you like that. Even though he's never done it before.
You hear him shuffling with fabric behind, unbuttoning his suit all down to his crotch. A small groan leaves him once he frees himself, his warm breath fanning across the skin of your neck as he started stroking himself.
He pushes the fabric further up, over the swell of your bottom, kneading the soft, plump flesh and giving it a firm squeeze.
He doesn't make you wait long though, soon he's pushing his hips flush with your ass, his cock perfectly snug between your cheeks, and you arch your back instinctively to make it easier for him to find your core.
He aligns himself, the bulbous head catches on your entrance, then his hands moves in favor of grasping your hip when he rolls his hips, in one full stroke, he starts entering you.
You clutch onto the sheets, a mixture of whines and groans leaving both of you. Arthur's hand trails up and gives your breast a firm squeeze, pinching your nipples.
You squeak and throw your head back against his shoulder. He then grabbed your neck, firmly. And turned your face towards him so he can mash his lips with yours, swallowing your noises and to stifle his own.
He rocks gently at first, a few inches back, few inches in, till he sheathed himself deeply inside. You can feel his breath shaking when you unconsciously clench around his girth. That little stretch always gets him going like no other. It's like you were made for him.
Once he's sure you got used to him, and he composed himself to your tight channel. His pace increased, not fast, but hard. Hard and deep that you swore you could feel him in your throat.
He keeps his hand in your hairline, the other holding your face close to his, tongue and teeth all colliding against each other. His kisses are hungry, devouring you whole. It felt almost feral, the way he took over all your senses.
His smell is intoxicating, his touch setting fire deep down in your gut, the sight of his dazed and dark eyes, the taste of his tongue as it glides over your own, the almost primal groans he emits every now and then when the pleasure is just too much that he can't help but to let them out.
One of your hand moves back to grab at the ends of his hair, his soft locks curling to the form of your fist as you clutch helplessly it must of hurt. But he doesn't say anything, only increasing his tempo, faster, harder...
"A-Arthurrrr-" you moan wantonly, and he’s there to quiet you down, trailing his hand down to rub furiously at your little nub. He must be close, and he wants you to get there before he does. Ever the gentleman.
When you do, your body writhes and bows down, moving away from him, eyes screwed shut and mouth open on a silent cry, and Arthur is there again to catch you, lead you through, always.
"That’s it, atta girl.” He pressed his lips to your bruised ones, swallowing the pathetic sounds of your orgasm as he continued to chase his own. Your release seeped through his cock as his hand left your clit. He braced himself on your hips as he continued to fuck you into his release.
“You did so well sweetheart-" He stuttered, "god- you feel so good."
Tears pricked at your eyes as you sobbed, his heavy balls grazing your clit as he abused your hole. Desperate hands latched on to his hair as you held him, simply taking everything he had to give you.
He was close, so incredibly close, composure completely gone from his body as he chased his release with selfish abandon. He pressed his face into your neck, sharp canines nipping at the soft skin, surely to leave a mark or two.
“Please Arthur- Come in me. Please, I need it—” Though broken, in between pathetic whimpers you pleaded to him. And if he had any self-restraint left it was fucking gone.
This is the first time you ever begged him like this, all your encounters before have been careful to this matter, always pulling out and stroking himself till he comes all over your belly.
The sound that rumbled in Arthur's chest was purely animalistic, a feral groan. You gasped in pleasant surprise, moaning at the thought of him losing control like this.
He coated your insides with his release, eyes closed and eyebrows creased into this twisted expression of rapture. With a couple final thrusts he pumped you full of himself until you were leaking around his cock. Only then did he still his pistoning hips.
It should concern him, it really should. But he couldn’t give one fuck right now.
"Fuck.” You heard him grunt in your ear. Your eyes widened with aftershock and your chest was heavy as you panted.
Arthur lifted his head from your neck to look at you, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips as he tried to bring himself back to reality. You nuzzled back against him, sharing a few more, slow, and sensual kisses.
He stays inside you, both of you catching your breath - even though it’s difficult with his weight on top of you.
“That was amazing.” You pant.
“Yeah?” You notice that smirk from earlier has returned as he brings his head from the warmth of your neck, beard tickling as it grazes past your skin.
“Mm-hm.” Your hand slip down from his hair, skimming across the skin of his chest, his pecs, all that muscle he packs there.
"Well, maybe we should try another one of your books." He grinned at you. You flush again and look away from him, a nervous giggle leaving you. He hugs you tightly then, chuckling at the way you so easily get flusterd and don't know what to say.
Yes, you will try another book, and next time, you'll be prepared.
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