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A Widow's Love

A little something to start October 1st with. 💕

(So sorry idk who the creators are for these images)

MDNI - warnings: smut, a little angst, unprotected, romance, p in v at the end, adult content, absolutely no minors, plus size female reader, only a little younger than Arthur, read at your own risk ⚠️

Arthur Morgan x PlusSize F!Reader

Word count: 6.1k - only mildly proofread. Lemme know what you think ✨💕

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The midafternoon sun was beating down on the Clemens Point camp, crickets and cicadas filling the air. Along with the bickering and arguing from the other gang members. It has been incredibly hot these last few weeks as summer raged on and with little to no rain to help cut the humidity or heat.

You were somewhat newer to the gang. You’d only been riding with them for about a year now. You were also the butt of most jokes when it came to Micah. He was relentless in the teasing and mocking of your size. Sure you had a little extra pudge around your middle, and your thighs touched but you thought you had a decent body. It was marred with scars from your past life with your (now passed) husband, but you were strong.

You stood at the clothes line hanging up wet shirts the men wore. Dutch had been sending them on more jobs than usual lately, so that meant extra laundry to be done. You’d scrubbed blood and mud off their shirts, irritation growing in your chest that only crept up your neck with each item. You’d snapped on a couple of the younger girls earlier for giggling too much while doing laundry so you’d grabbed the basket from them to finish on your own.

You were a cranky ‘old’ gal who wanted to get out of the sun and sit down with a book in silence. But that was a rare thing as there were always chores to do to keep this large of a gang moving along. Sweat rolled down your neck under the low bun you had your hair tied in, blouse sticking to you in ways that furthered your irritation. You were craving a little bit of shade or even a soak somewhere.

You wiped the back of your hand across your forehead when you heard commotion from the tree line as John rode in. Arthur wasn’t far behind and soon Micah was the last to follow. You clenched your jaw when you saw Micah stroll in already looking like he was up to no good. You keep your eyes on the clothes line as you pin another shirt up, jamming it down maybe with a little too much force. Crunching twigs and leaves can be heard coming from your right as Micah huffs and stops near you. “Well, well, well, if it looks like the little housewife is hard at work,” he says in a sickly sweet voice. “I ain’t your wife,” you snap at him. He chuckles and moves a little closer to you and puts a soiled boot on the edge of the tub that holds the clean clothes. “I’d think you’d talk nicer to me since I’ve done nothing wrong,” he says as he puts an arm across the bent knee. You try to take a deep breath to even it out, but it wasn’t working. You were teased every day by Micah and you’d let it slide each time. No one ever really stood up to him or put him in his place. “You are a snake that only speaks with poison.

You never have a nice thing to say to anyone,” you bite out. Micah shifts his foot on the tub and you glance down to see the caked on mud and blood and other bits fall down into the clean clothes, a smug across his face as he sets his foot down with a thud. “Oops, my bad, sweetheart,” he says in a fake nice voice.

That was your boiling point. You turn and look at him fully, “What the hell is wrong with you?! If you got a problem with me, then just fucking say so! I am over your teasing and doing stupid shit like this. Others may let you walk over them or brush you off, but I have had it up to here with you!” you yell as you get closer to him. Stale beer and old cigarettes drift off his breath as he chuckles mockingly at you, “And what’re you gonna do about it, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning forward a bit with his hands on his hips. “This,” you say as you lean back and swing your right fist into his jaw.

A loud crack can be heard as he stumbles back and looks at you with big eyes, “You stupid bitch!” he growls at you and raises a hand at you. You brace yourself for the hit, but his hand stops midair. A thick hand can be seen squeezing Micah’s wrist and a low voice breaks the silence, “You don’t raise a hand to a woman,” Arthur growls, standing between the two of you. “She hit me first. It’s only fair,” Micah spits out as he cups his jaw. “I said you don’t raise a hand at a woman. Ever. If I ever catch you doing this again, I’ll cut your goddamn hand off,” he threatens. A knife could cut the tension in the air as the two stared at each other. “Get out of my sight,” Arthur says with a step in Micah’s direction, shoving him away. If looks could kill, Micah would have done so right then and there. He stared you down before walking away. “So glad to see the gang’s guard dog hard at work,” Micah hisses one last insult.

You were seething as you watched Micah walk away while rubbing his jaw, a slight ache was starting to settle in your knuckles from the punch. Arthur turned and looked down at you, “What the hell was that about? You can’t just go swingin’ on people. Even if it was Micah,” he barked at you, like you’d just inconvenienced him. “Better keep your mouth shut before I do it again,” you threaten and poke a finger in his large chest. Arthur opened his mouth to say something before you cut him off.

“I have had it with you ‘men’ around this goddamn camp,” you say as you poke him again in the chest, “Always trudging into camp thinkin’ you’re a real fuckin’ hero and savin’ the day while we all work to clean up after you! I have had it with your dirty ass clothes - always caked with mud, shit, piss, blood and whatever else you’re rolling in. Fuckin’ pigs,” you say as you grab the dirty clothes from the bin, “Wanna live like them,” you growl and shove the clothes into Arthur’s chest, “that’s fine by me!” you yell and stomp away from him. “Hey!” Arthur yelled as he turned to look at you, but you kept walking. Arthur stood there dumb founded and watched you stomp through the camp, anyone who was in your way stepped out of your line of fire.

You stomped away from camp as if you’d catch the ground on fire with your rage. You were not to be messed with right now. You were confident the next person who gave you shit was going to get more than a fist. You needed to cool down a bit before you came back to apologize for your outburst.

You’d glare at each person that looked your way as you made haste to get out of there as quickly as possible. Leaves and twigs snapped as you crossed over them, kicking rocks and larger branches out of your way. A clearing came in the trees and you stopped in the middle before letting out a scream. “FUCK!” you yell and kick the ground, leaves being strewn about. You push a few strands of hair out of your face as you push your back against a tree and sink down to the mossy earth. Guilt starts to eat away at you as you think back about what you said to Arthur. He was usually always there to your defense when Micah was acting up but kept his distance for the most part.

You’re picking at the moss besides you when a throat clears itself. You didn’t bother to look up when you knew who it was. “What is it, Mr. Morgan?” you ask and look up at him. He’d hooked his hands around his belt as he looked down at you. His eyes were stormy blue and full of pity and worry. You lean your head back against the tree and close your eyes, “You can get that look off your face. I just need a moment alone,” you say while crossing your arms.

“Can I sit down with ya or are you gonna hit me too?” he asks in that annoyingly charming drawl. “I don’t care if you jump into an ice lake and freeze to death. Do whatever you want,” you sigh and crack an eye at him. You eyeball him as he sits down next to you with a grunt and sigh.

Your arms brushed when he sat down and you got comfortable again against the tree as you moved around. “So…wanna talk about it?” he asks with a nudge to your arm. “Not really. Other than the fact that Micah is a fuckin’ idiot,” you hiss. A deep chuckle rubbled out of Arthur as he leaned his head back against the tree, “Yeah, that I can agree with,” he mumbles.

The darkness creeps in around the two of you and stars start to twinkle, crickets chirping around the two of you before you break the peaceful silence. “Today would’ve been my husband and I’s third wedding anniversary…” you whisper and a tear glides down your rosy cheek. You hear Arthur take a deep breath in before releasing slowly, “I’m sorry, darlin’... I’m not good with words…but I am sorry for everything that’s happened,” he whispers back and he grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Him and Sadie had been two people you’ve gotten closets with since joining the gang. All three of you have lost loved ones due to robberies or home invasions. Having the same experiences has helped you three bond - you and Sadie could’ve been sisters because of how similar you are. Though she said you were a girly girl but could hit like an outlaw.

“Does the pain get easier…?” you ask softly with a sniffle, hating being so vulnerable but feeling so relieved at the same time. “No…but also yes… It’ll always be a missing part of you… You’ll feel guilty for bein’ happy, and ya shouldn’t because ya know they’d want you to be happy… Hours turn into days and days into weeks without thinking of them… but that don’t mean you gotta forget them,” Arthur says softly into the dark. You let more tears stain your cheeks and squeeze his hand as he speaks to you, letting a hidden side of him surface for you.

Arthur clears his throat and you see a hand appear before you with a handkerchief. You smile a bit and take it from his hand, “Thank you, Mr. Morgan,” you say softly and take it from his hand. You let go of Arthur’s hand and he suddenly misses the way it felt in your hand. Warm but soft in the womanly kind of way. Years of work and handling things yourself that shouldn’t have been yours to handle. He looks over at you as the moonlight peaks out through the tree tops and his breath hitches in his throat. He watches you dab at the corners of your eyes before wiping your nose. You turn your head and look up at him with kind but sad eyes. He wanted to take you in his arms right then and hold you because seeing you upset made his chest tight. Like a hand had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart.

“Sorry about soiling this…I’ll get it cleaned up for you or buy a new one,” you say softly and give him a half smile. He doesn’t say anything before he reaches over and cups your jaw with his large hand. It was warm and calloused as he rubbed his thumb across your tear stained cheek, just looking at you with pitiful blue eyes. You lean into his touch and close your eyes, missing how human contact felt. “Darlin’, you can have anything you want without even asking. It’s all yours…” he says softly and you open your eyes to see him still staring at you. His words made your heart flutter and ache at the softness of his voice. Dutch’s workhorse sitting here murmuring to you, a side of him no one got to see without being close to him.

You sigh deeply and lean your forehead against Arthur’s and chuckle a bit, “What a mess I am, huh? Thank you for listening, Mr. Morgan. I’m sorry for cryin’ on you…and getting mad earlier…and yelling…” you sigh softly and pull away from him, guilt eating away at you.

“Hey…don’t pull away from me or shut me out,” he says softly as he puts a finger under your chin to make you turn and look at him. You’re met with soft eyes in the moonlight as you look at each other. Your heart is racing a mile a minute as you stare at each other, soft breaths being exchanged, “Don’t stop talkin’ to me now, sweetheart. You can always tell me what yer thinkin’,” Arthur says softly. Without hesitation, you lean forward and place a soft kiss on his slightly chapped lips. You linger before you pull away and touch your fingertips to your lips, “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. This was a mistake,” you say with a shaky voice and stand up. “Good night, Mr. Morgan,” you say quickly and leave without giving Arthur a warning or a chance to stop him. He sat there, mind reeling and the lingering tingle you left on his lips.

Several days have passed since you and Arthur’s little conversation. Tensions at camp settled some as rain finally moved in and cooled the earth down. Dutch had sent Micah on a solo mission which you were thankful for. Although you have a feeling Arthur spoke to Dutch for your sake. You were sitting in your shared tent with Sadie reading a book and enjoying the rain. Everyone was huddled in their own tents or risking it by sitting under a tree to wait out the rain.

You were doing your best to avoid Arthur right now. What a fool you were for getting caught up in your feelings and kissing him. What a goddamn idiot you were. There was no way he’d share the same feelings as you. You were too good of friends. You were near the same age and had similar life experiences with grief and loss.

Sadie strolled into your tent and plopped down on her own cot, staring you down. You could feel a hole burning in your book with her intense gaze, “You’ve been awfully quiet these last few days. You okay, Y/N?” she asked as she leaned forward so her elbows were resting on her knees. You sigh and close your book before looking up at her, “Just a lot on my mind is all,” you say softly. “My husband and I’s wedding anniversary was a few days ago, and my emotions have been goin’ crazy. I’m okay though,” you sigh and tilt your head a bit as you glance at her, not fully looking in her direction. “You’re not telling me something. What is it?” Sadie questions. You bite your lip and groan, “I…I might have kissed Arthur,” you squeak out quietly. The air stilled for a few moments as Sadie stared at you with big eyes and mouth gapping. “What?!” she all but screams and you fly to her cot and shove your hand over her mouth, “You better keep your damn mouth shut about this too! It was a mistake… Arthur could…could never feel for me in that way,” you say backing off of Sadie and pace your small tent. “He couldn’t…ugh…shouldn’t. I’m a cranky bitch and he’s…well…he’s Arthur,” you huff out and rub your temples with your fingers. “What a goddamn mess…” you grumble.

All Sadie could do was watch you pace a line in the grass of your tent as you mumbled at her, a smirk crossing her lips. “My lips are sealed, darlin’, but you’re gonna have to tell’em some day,” she chuckles at you. “No, he cannot know. I am so undeserving of him. I am not as good of a person as people think,” you whisper.

Little did you know that Arthur was passing behind your tent carrying in some ammo boxes when he caught the tail end of your and Sadie’s conversation. All he caught was that you were undeserving and not a good person. He didn’t know what the conversation was pertaining to, but he knew your heart was made of gold and you were deserving of whatever it was you were talking about.

The tips of his ears burned when he realized he was eavesdropping and started to hustle back to his tent, rain soaking his shoulders as guilt ate away at him for listening.

When he reached his tent he tossed his hat onto the small table next to his cot and saw something sitting on his pillow. It was his handkerchief…cleaned and folded nicely on his pillow with a little ‘thank you’ note scribbled in your handwriting. Arthur sat down on his cot and pulled out his journal, glancing at your note. He started to sketch the area of woods when a familiar looking face started to appear in the sketch. It was you sitting next to him with your head leaned back against the tree and eyes closed, looking angelic.

He scribbled a little note next to the sketch about a fallen angel that still held beauty as it roamed the earth. He slipped your note next to it and closed his journal. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as he thought about you. You and him riding together, doing jobs together, walking down by the lake, sitting around the fire talking about your dreams for the future as you cozied up next to one another… He missed companionship, intimacy, maybe even a little romance. Well as best as he could anyways. He was no prince or knight in shining armor.

Evening rolled around and everyone was able to retreat from the safety of their tents since the rain subsided. You were sitting near the fire reading a book as everyone finished up their dinner or playing a tabletop game. Javier sat near the fire strumming his guitar and made small talk with you here and there, but Arthur lurked in the shadows near the food wagon that had cases of beer and whiskey in them. Arthur stood there watching you as you rolled your eyes and tried to hide your smile when Javier made a joke, likely inappropriate. You must’ve said something even more inappropriate because Javier then cheered loudly saying you were one of us. He loved watching you interact with the gang and, despite what you said, you fit in perfectly with this group of outlaws.

He loved hearing you laugh with Sadie as if you were a pair of teenage girls again, loved the way you got sassy with him when he butted in to help carry something heavy for you or went to reach for something you shouldn’t, how you always had his back when you went out on jobs together. He had his handful of people he would without a doubt ride with, and you were one of them.

He continued to watch you and see your posture relax as Sadie sat down besides you, the two of you whispering back and forth over drinks. As Sadie sat next to you, she glanced over your shoulder and saw Arthur staring you down. A look on his face that she hadn’t seen before. At least not since she’s been with the gang. “I’ll be right back, honey. I gotta get us a refill,” she said to you as she stood and patted your shoulder.

Sadie slinked over to Arthur’s side to reach for a bottle of whiskey, giving him a look, “What the hell you smirkin’ at woman?” he asked gruffly before taking a sip of his beer, looking back over at you. “Oh, nothin’…” she smirks and grabs the bottle of whiskey, “just a love sick fool is all,” she mumbles . He chokes a bit on his beer and glares down at Sadie, “You dunno what yer talking’ about,,” he mumbles. “Mmm…I beg to differ. ‘Sides, I know a little secret that involves you,” she says slyly and pokes at Arthur’s chest before walking away to join you on the bench you’re sitting on. His cheeks felt hot all of a sudden and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of the shared kiss from a few days ago.

The evening went on, you and Sadie had finished the bottle of whiskey and were working on another together. You sat together, swapping stories with each other as you got more and more tipsy, laughing like two old crones. Arthur had stopped drinking awhile ago when he realized the two of you weren’t slowing down. Sadie had stumbled to your shared tent a bit ago and left you sitting there alone, everyone retreated to bed finally. You sat there staring at the fire and felt someone staring when you looked up and saw Arthur’s silhouette standing nearby. All you could see was the flames illuminating his face in that lovely low light as his hat shielded his eyes. You tried to stand up and stumble a bit when you feel strong arms around your waist, “Easy there, girl. Don’t need you falling into the fire and hurtin’ yourself,” he mumbles against your ear. You feel a fire light up in your belly at his words and a blush heats your already whiskey warmed cheeks.

You grabbed onto his forearms and looked up at him, the fire highlighting his rugged face. “You…are so handsome, Arthur,” you whisper as you reach up and touch his face, letting your fingers rake against his scruffy beard. Arthur’s heart fluttered when he heard his name finally come from you. You were always calling him Mr. Morgan even though he asked you to call him Arthur. His skin came alive with your touch. It took everything in him to not crumble into you right then and there. He just wanted to hold you like you should be every night. Right as he was about to say something, John walked over and interrupted the two of you. “Arthur! Arthur, I gotta talk to you. Might’ve found a nice lead,” he said in his gravely voice. Arthur growled and looked at John, “Goddamnit, John. Not now, can’t ya see we’re in the middle of something. I gotta get Y/N to bed before she falls in the fire,” Arthur hisses. “Uhh…she walked away already,” John said as they both looked around. He hadn’t even noticed that you’d left so quickly. Panic set into Arthur as he scanned around the camp and didn’t see you. “Shit…” he grumbled before stomping around camp looking for you.

He hadn’t even spent a few minutes talking to John, but all he could think about was you possibly falling in the lake or falling down in the woods and breaking your neck or being taken by someone…

His mind ran a thousand miles a minute as he checked your tent and you weren’t there. He went to his tent to find a lantern, but there he found you. You’d discarded your blouse and skirt on the ground by his bed, your shoes sitting at the end of his bed. You’d somehow managed to take your hair out of its bun because now it laid loose on his pillow. You were snuggled down into his cot with the blanket pulled up around your chin. He was about to walk away when you opened your eyes and saw his big, strong back. “Arthur…” you say softly and he stops dead in his tracks, turning slowly to look back at you. “Please don’t leave… I don’t want to be alone tonight,” you say softly. He could barely make you out, but what he did see was a dreamy face looking up at him. Arthur heaves a sigh and starts to pull the tent flaps down for a bit of privacy.

Once everything is secured, he turns around to see you still watching him. You scoot back in the cot and pat your hand next to you. He chuckles softly and takes his hat off, setting it on the table by his bed. He discards his gun belt and sets it on the chest at the end of his cot before undressing himself. You watch him with focus as he keeps his eyes on you the whole time he’s removing his clothes. The only thing he was left wearing was his red union suit. He starts to unbutton it slowly and you’re suddenly sobering up. His broad chest is exposed and you’re looking at him like he’s the prey. He pulls his arms out of the sleeves and lets the upper half of the union suit hang around his hips. You pull the blanket over your head and Arthur can see the blanket moving around a bit before he sees your head pop back out and you’re tossing your undergarments to the floor of his tent. “Nothin’s gotta happen, but I want to feel your skin against mine,” you say softly and move the blankets a bit for Arthur to get in next to you. He feels his cheeks heat up and feeling anxious about being next to you naked.

He sighs and takes his union suit off and gets in next to you. You try your best to not stare, but God almighty that man was built like a god. You felt warmth cover your body as you realized you were in bed with Arthur who willingly got naked and got in bed with you.

Your heart was racing quickly in your chest as his body scooted up against yours before settling in. He moved the blankets over the two of you before putting an arm over your waist to pull you closer to him.

You nuzzle into his chest more and breath in his scent. A little salty from the day’s sweat, tobacco, earthy… with a touch of whiskey. “Mmm…you even smell good, Arthur,” you sigh softly and nuzzle into his strong chest. He tries to not laugh as he feels you get comfortable, “What? Smell good? I think the only one that smells good in here is you, darlin’,” he smiles and you listen to the rumble in his chest as he speaks.

He kisses your forehead gently and you hum a sigh of contentment. “Kiss me, Arthur,” you whisper and run a hand up his chest, slowly making its way to the back of his neck.

You gently run your fingers through the soft hairs when he puts a hand on the side of your jaw as his fingers rub your neck to pull you closer. It was slow moving as you breathed against each other's lips for a moment, the air heating up around you both in your own little bubble. He leans in more and places a kiss so softly against your lips, savoring the gentleness of it all. You pull him closer and sigh as he deepens the kiss. He twists so his chest is pressed against you and you beneath him. He pulls away from your lips as he places fiery kisses slowly across your jaw, his beard tickling your skin.

“Arthur…” you say softly and he hums as he kisses across your face: the apples of your cheeks, the corners of your eyes, the tip of your nose, and the corners of your lips right where your smile curves. “Say my name again, darlin’,” he whispers with that sultry gravel sound in his chest when his voice drops, his lips hovering just over yours without actually touching. “Arthur,” you say softly and run your fingers through his longer hair. “Mmm…never heard a name sound so good…especially coming from you. No more ‘Mr’ from you. Only my name from now on, ya hear?” he says in a dangerously low voice. “Anything for you, Arthur,” you smile softly and touch your noses together. “That’s a good girl,” he smirks before kissing you again, and instantly takes it deeper. It’s your turn to pull away from his lips and kiss the middle of this throat tenderly before peppering his neck with soft kisses. He growls softly and moves a hand down your side slowly, feeling the soft flesh beneath his rough hand.

His hand drifts over your hips slowly, just to the point of touching your backside before his hand starts to drift upwards. His fingers trace the soft divit of your spine, making you shiver and goosebumps prickling your skin.

You nuzzle into his face and sigh softly, one of your arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer, “You can have me, Arthur…claim me…,” you say softly in his ear. He tried to suppress the growl that caught in his throat, “You’re doing things to me that are hard to resist. Don’t tease a man, darlin’,” he growls lowly. You can’t help the smile on your face as you listen to his unraveling, “I’ll tease you, but not about this.This time,” you say softly with your lips just above his, your breath tickling his lips.

He closes the gap between you as you both try to fight for dominance in your kiss. You slide your tongue against his lower lip and nip at it with your teeth. You hold the soft flesh between your teeth and give his lower lip a tug which causes a loud groan to come from Arthur. You put a hand over his mouth and try to not laugh, “Arthur! Do you want to get caught?” you whisper and stifle a laugh. He smiles against your palm and gives it a kiss. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away, “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says softly and kisses your palm again before kissing down your wrist. He pushes himself up to sit on his knees where he gracefully pushes your legs apart so he can sit between them. He looks down at you in the dim light, marveling at your exposed body to him. Flesh so soft looking he couldn’t resist reaching down at letting his fingers and palms roam around the soft skin. He found your breasts and slowly started to knead them as he leaned down and kissed the center of your chest slowly. You moaned softly when he sucked on warm skin, hard enough to leave a mark.

You gasp when his lips find your hardening nipple, your hands running up his defined arms as you moan softly. “Keep moanin’ for me, sweetheart,” he rasps out against your chest as his eyes glance up at you. While one hand keeps working on your breast the other trails down your stomach to between your legs, his index finger sliding between your slick heat. You gasp softly as his finger dips into your soaking folds, your back arching slightly from the pleasure. “Ar-Arthur…” you moan out softly, earning a smug look from Arthur. “More…” you breathlessly say, and he listens. He adds another finger and starts to curl them in the spot that makes you moan more, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. A louder moan comes from you and he pulls his fingers from you and puts them in your mouth, making you suck on his fingers. “There’s a good girl. Clean yourself off,” he growls and you happily lap at his fingers as he keeps rubbing your clit. He keeps his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans when he feels you clench around him. He continues to rub your clit in circles to ride your high until your legs are shaking and can’t take more sensation.

You’re breathing hard as he finally removes his fingers from your mouth, leaning down to kiss you. You pant against his lips as you try to catch your breath between kisses. “Mmm taste so sweet… Maybe I should have a taste myself,” he growls out as he tastes your arousal on your tongue. You don’t have time to react before his head is between your legs and his strong arms are hooking under your thighs. His large rough hands grip your soft thighs as he feasts on your soaking heat. You cover your mouth with your arm and moan against it as your legs shake with each swipe of his tongue against your sensitive bud. “Let me hear you, sweetheart,” he growls against you which causes you to moan, “Ar-Arthur…” You try to move your legs but he tightens his grip on your thighs but doesn’t stop licking and sucking on your sopping wet pussy. You put a hand in his hair and tug on it as one of his hands reaches up for your free hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours as you squeeze his hand from the pleasure. The growing pleasure quickly blossoms and without warning, your orgasm is rushing through your body for the second time. Arthur’s tongue laps at you to ride your high until you’re begging him to stop from too much pleasure. He releases his grip on you and gets to his knees again between your legs and grabs your plush hips. He pulls you towards him so his hard cock is pressed against you.

You scoot your hips to rub up against him causing him to groan, “Impatient little thing, ain’t ya,” he smirks and leans over you. “Only a little. Show me what an outlaw like you is capable of,” you lean up on your elbows and nip at his lips. He kisses you hard as he grabs his aching cock in his hand and gives it a few strokes before pushing the fat tip against your entrance. He brushes it up against you as your release coats his throbbing tip. You both moan softly as he pushes into you, your hands gripping his biceps as he continues in. Arthur places one hand on your soft stomach as he starts to roll his hips slowly, giving you a little time to adjust to him. You moan his name as he starts to pick up his speed, soft noises of skin contact filling his tent.

“Atta girl, takin’ me so good,” he says in a low voice. You whimper softly and bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Arthur grabs one of your legs and pulls it up to his shoulder where your ankle rests on his shoulder. He starts hitting an angle which makes you cry out and back arch off the cot. He holds your leg up and kisses the side of your calf and watches your face contort with pleasure as he starts to quickly thrust in and out of you. Arthur moaned your name and grunted softly as your moans filled his little tent. He leans forward some and grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers as you both pant heavily. “Oh, god, Arthur, don’t stop,” you huff out, trying to be quiet about it. “That’s it, baby,” he grunts out. He felt his lower stomach start to clench up as his release approached, “Where do you want it, sweetheart?” he pants out which almost sends you to another world. “In me,” you mewl out, squeezing down on his hand and clenching around his cock. This man was about to make you cum again for a third time. Your free hand grips his bicep again as you release all over him for a third time. With a moan of his name during your climax sent him over the edge. Hot cum flooded your pussy as he kept thrusting to get every bit out. He stays in you for a moment while you both pant and try to gather your thoughts.

He pulls out of him and lays down beside you as one arm goes under your neck and the other over your waist. He pulls you close to him as you snake an arm over his muscular hips. “Shit…” you mumble and get cozy against his chest. Arthur only chuckles as he kisses the side of your head, sighing contently. “It’s not fair that you only came one, Arthur,” you say softly and look up at him. “It brings me pleasure to see you like that. To know I’m the one whose name you call,” he says in a low voice. “Next time, my treat,” you say with a not so innocent smile. He smiles and kisses you gently, “Whatever you say, darlin’,” he chuckles softly.

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