Arthur Morgan x Reader

Thirty-Four (Smut)

"Arthur!", you gasped while struggling to get yourself free.

But Arthur was a man with many skills. One of them was that he knew how to tie a rope.

With every move, every struggle, the knot tightened around your wrists and cut into your flesh.

A few marks were already visible and the skin burned as well.

But the hot feeling, that his twitching cock spread inside of you, chased everything away and drowned it with pleasure.

With his teeth clenched and the veins visibly pulsating on his hairy arms, Arthur forced himself into a clam rhythm that allowed you to get used to his size.

It wasn't his length, that you struggled with, but the thickness. Never before had you felt something this large inside of you.

He was so well packaged that his cock spread your entrance so much, it made the edges burn slightly.

With every move, a burning feeling was send through your lower body and made your middle twitch with lust.

Every thrust of his gave pain, only for it to be turned into pleasure.

"Arthur...", you whispered, arching into his slow movements. "Harder..."

A deep breath escaped him.

Slowly, he leaned over you, brought his lips to your ear and smirked.

"Are ya sure, sweetheart?", amusement filled his voice, but the strength he needed to keep himself from jamming into you made the words shake. "Once I start, I wont stop. I won't be able to. Not with you..."

His hips started to move again, a bit faster thus time, but also with more pressure rubbing against your dripping core.

You could feel how the heat made your legs shake.

A moan rolled from your lips as he rolled his hips right into you and hit such a deep spot that you could feel warm liquid running over your inner thigh.

Impatient, you tried to pull on the rope to grab him. But it just cut deeper into your flesh and brought more pain to the pleasure.

"Arthur!", you started to move into his thrusts as well as possible. "Come on... I'm begging you! Harder!"

Suppressing a growl, his hands grabbed you tighter and lifted you a bit into the air.

His dick reached even further that way.

The twitching tip found its way into your innermost where it hit a spot that earned him a gasp of pleasure from you.

Your toes curled.

"Arthur!", you begged him and rolled your hips.

His nails dug into your flesh. They would leave a mark, similar to the one you left on him.

"Don't call me that.", he growled, teeth clenched. "You'll regret it."

He thrusted deeper into you.

The way he moved now, a bit more sloppy and restrained, gave away that he struggled with keeping himself on a short leash.

He wanted to give in to the lust that kept his own body hostage and mess you up so bad, you'd remember him for the rest of your days.

But he didn't want to hurt you either.

As you realised what a truly gentle soul he was, a smile crossed your lips.

Arthur's gaze was caught by it. A shimmer lit up inside his blue eyes.

Lust.

His grip on you tightened so much that a gasp escaped your lips.

All of a sudden, he stopped moving.

But his dick started to swell inside, so much that it made your entrance spread even more.

Wind danced through the valley.

The cold breeze stroked your (S/C) skin. Your nipples hardened and caused another soft moan to leave your lips.

"Move...", you whispered as a request. "Please..."

It felt like your head was burning with lust while your insides twisted and turned between pain and pleasure.

You wanted him so bad, your body moved on its own despite him being frozen.

Then, finally, a low groan left his lips.

"You'll be the death of me, I can tell.", Arthur mumbled and met your gaze. "But that's fine. You'll be the sweetest death a poor man like me could wish for."

Without a warning, he suddenly started moving again.

But this time he was harder, less careful.

With his nails clawed into your soft skin, he raised your bottom to slam his hips into you.

His dick was throbbing with every thrust.

The way his veins pulsated only added to the tension that build up inside your walls.

Throwing your head back, you tried to match his now untamed pace with which he messed you up inside.

The heat already felt unbearable, but the fact that you couldn't move yours hands to touch him was torture.

Arthur's breath was heavy as he bend over to get an even sharper angle to roll his hips.

The pace was quick and the thrusts so harsh that pressure made your insides flinch every time he pushed in.

One of his thrusts hit such a deep spot that you threw your head back and moaned his name.

The rope cut into your skin.

A knit of heat started to build up between your legs.

Your middle was already twitching with excitement every time he pulled out, only to slam his hips right back with more force.

Arthur's hot breath stroked your neck as he leaned further down to place a trail of gentle bites along your neckline.

"Holy hell.", he whispered into your ear with a gasp. "You feel... too good..."

His breath hitched.

You could feel how his dick curved upwards and stroked your walls.

The tension was almost unbearable.

"Arthur!", you turned your head to kiss him heatedly. "Arthur... I- I can't... much longer..."

Releasing out a deep breath, he pulled a face, obviously reaching his limit soon as well.

"Don' worry bout me, sweetheart.", he buried his face in the crotch of your neck. "Just let me make you feel good..."

One last time, he leg his hips roll into you with more force, yet more persistence.

You could feel how his swollen tip hit your innermost.

With a moan, your eyes rolled back as a wave of ecstasy made the build up pressure explode in your middle.

Your entire body started to shake while exhaustion made your gasp for air.

"Arthur!", you moaned and arched your back into him.

His naked chest met yours.

With his teeth clenched, Arthur held onto you.

"Damn!", he cursed and buried himself so deep that it felt like he tried to pierce you. "You're ending me!"

His dick turned as hard as stone.

Hot liquid filled your insides.

Breathing heavily, Arthur gasped for air.