Chapter 1: Introduction
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.