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It was a blinding pleasure, eyes rolling back and toes curling as you chased the tantalizing ecstasy that was slowly building within you. You could never imagine anything better than this, than the euphoria of Arthur’s cock filling you again and again with every powerful thrust. He was so much stronger than you, moving you on his cock with little effort as you whined and gasped in pleasure.
You had already come so many times, but Arthur wasn't through with you. His grip was strong and forceful around your waist, around your hips, as he fucked you again and again. You were speechless, just pitiful high moans and whines as both of you drowned in pleasure.
You didn't know how long it had been, just that you never wanted it to end as you constantly danced at the edge of too much.
You clenched again around him, shuddering through another orgasm as you tightened and dug your nails into his shoulder. No one else would ever be able to make you feel like this.
If only he could fuck you a little harder, a little faster, a little deeper you were sure you would die of pleasure and ascend to heaven as the most satisfied angel.
Your every nerve sparkled as you lay heavy and still, too satisfied to even move and enjoying the sensation of Arthur’s come running down your thighs.
It took a monumental effort to even pull the quilt over both of you just before you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the way he felt inside you.
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Arthur was still fast asleep when you woke the next morning, expression satisfied and peaceful after an entire night of fucking you senseless. You loved the way he looked in the morning sun, his chest rising and falling slowly and messy hair falling around his forehead. All you wanted was to stay wrapped up in his arms with your head on his chest, enjoying the quiet hours together.
Except the hours weren’t quiet, and you could already hear the others in camp starting their work for the day. You sighed quietly and did your best to slip out from beneath the blankets without waking Arthur.
The first thing you noticed was the soreness. Your hips and thighs burned at every motion, and you grimaced at the thought of working all day when you had done enough strenuous activity the night before.
It wasn’t until you went to pull your boots on that you noticed the marks. Bruises in the shape of handprints covered your hips and thighs, a clear map of everywhere Arthur had held you as he rutted into you the night before. You tugged your chemise down and noticed the hickeys that spread all the way from your breasts to your collarbone, and surely higher up your neck.
You smiled. The ache was worth the reminder of the pleasure you had felt the night before. Clear evidence that Arthur wanted you, that you made him feel good. You admired them a moment longer before finding your skirt and shirtwaist, making sure to button the collar all the way to your neck. The last thing you wanted was more ridicule from the gang than you were already in for. Surely everyone had heard exactly what you and Arthur had gotten up to all night long.
Sure enough, Karen was the first person you saw as you made your way to the fire for some coffee. She said nothing, just raised her eyebrows with the biggest grin on her face. You rolled your eyes as you knelt by the percolator.
“Girl, you’re walking with a limp,” she drawled.
You shushed her, pouring your cup and trying to fight a smile.
“C’mon,” she tossed her head. “I heard enough of it anyway. What the hell happened last night?”
You sat beside her on the log, wincing at the soreness. “I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “But it was fantastic. Arthur has never been like that before. I wish I knew what made him fuck me like that because I’d sure like him to do it again sometime.”
Karen howled with laughter. The noise attracted the attention of Sean, who poked his head out from behind one of the wagons. His expression turned sly the moment he saw you, grin crooked and one eyebrow cocked. “Didn’t think I’d see you up and decent so early, Missy,” he teased. “Heard you and English making a racket all fuckin’ night.”
“Someone’s got to keep this place running while everyone else is out actually bringing in money,” you countered. “Sure as hell ain’t gonna be you.”
Sean pouted. “I’m up all bright and early tallying inventory back here, and yet you speak so poorly of me.”
“You ain’t tallying shit!” Karen called. “You’re eating all the sweets and drinking the good whiskey. I’m tellin’ Hosea it was you.”
“I’ll share if you promise not to turn me in,” he offered, eyes pleading.
“Alright,” Karen rolled her eyes, grinning.
You told them to at least run into town to buy some new supplies that evening but otherwise left them to it. There was still a pile of laundering to get to, and Dutch had asked you to organize the wagons before he got back.
Despite Karen and Sean bickering, and Pearson humming, and the other girls giggling among themselves, it was pretty quiet around camp. Dutch had sent almost everybody else out on jobs, leaving Arthur to protect everyone that remained and you to keep things running while Grimshaw and Hosea pretended to be Theatre investors.
You didn’t hear much teasing from anyone else -- they all slept on the other side of camp, and you hadn’t been that loud. It was mostly just Sean and Karen who had stolen John’s tent while he was gone. They were worse than you and Arthur, so you didn’t mind if they overheard.
Arthur didn’t stumble out of his tent until the sun was already high in the sky and Pearson was working on dinner. Sean whistled and opened his mouth to tease, but quickly changed his tune when Arthur shot him a glare.
“Don’t be such a grouch,” you kissed his cheek, offering him a cup of coffee. “He’s just teasing.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Arthur’s cheeks were pink, and you knew he was more embarrassed than you. “How are you feeling?” He returned your kiss, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. Your stomach flipped and you almost had to grab his arm as your knees wobbled beneath your skirt.
“I’m fantastic,” you grinned.
“Fantastic?” He let out a breathy chuckle. “I like the sound of ‘ fantastic .’”
“You two are so sweet,” Tilly cooed, having fully abandoned her knitting in favor of watching the two of you.
Arthur sighed. “Ain’t no goddamn privacy in this camp,” he groused.
You smiled at Tilly. He was so cute when he was grumpy.
Arthur more than picked up the slack for Sean’s half-assed work ethic and the missing members of the camp. You watched him chop wood, carry feed, and polish rifles like a madman as you helped Pearson dress out the game, chop vegetables, and scrub dishes. Practically all of the work was completed by sundown, and the few of you in camp all settled around one fire to play games and suffer through Uncle and Pearson’s stories.
Exhausted from a long day's work, you and Arthur excused yourselves first, ignoring the snickers and winks from Karen and Sean as you made your way to Arthur's tent.
He lounged easily on the cot in just his drawers while you stepped out of your skirts and shrugged your shirtwaist off. You were just in your combinations, folding the rest of your things by lanternlight. The soreness from the night before had mostly faded, and you didn't even think about the marks until Arthur sat up and pulled you to him.
"What are these?" He asked, trailing his fingers over the bruises that perfectly matched his handprint and disappeared beneath the lace of your underthings.
"Those are from you, silly." You smiled fondly at the reminder of the night you shared together, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"No." He brushed you away. "I hurt you." It stung a little, that he would reject your affection. After the night before you were absolutely smitten and you wanted to shower him with love and praise.
He frowned deeply, staring at his own palms like he didn't recognize them. "I hurt you," he murmured disbelievingly.
"Arthur." You rolled your eyes and grabbed both of his wrists to catch his attention. "You didn't hurt me. Not really. I loved last night, and I want to do it again. These bruises make me feel good. They make me feel wanted."
He looked like he was struggling to believe you, still beating himself up for something both of you had enjoyed immensely.
"I love feeling how strong you are," you tried again. Your hands left his wrist to find his chest, feeling how broad and firm he was beneath your fingers. You moved forward to kiss his jaw and down his neck, hoping to hammer home your point. "I love knowing that you can take what you want from me so easily. I don't want you to be afraid of yourself."
His hands hovered over your skin, fingers flexing as his desire and his self-control battled against each other. You helped him along by pressing his palms to your skin, encouraging him to take a generous squeeze of your hips. "I'm a big girl," you whispered against his ear. "I can handle it."
Then you were gasping as his teeth found the skin just below your ear. "Yeah?" Arthur questioned. His fingers tugged dangerously on your underclothes. "Then you had better get these off before I tear them to pieces."
You were naked before he could blink, settling back onto his lap and grinding against the sizable tent in his drawers. “You may have to be a little gentler with me tonight,” you warned him. “Otherwise I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it out of bed tomorrow.”
“You deserve a day in,” he said as he laid you down beneath him. “If that’s what it takes to get you to rest, then so be it.” He smirked and pressed your thighs apart.
“What about you?” you countered. “What do I have to do to get you to take it easy?”
Arthur hummed in thought. “I’m not too sure. I’d like to see you try, though.”
Your mind was already swirling with ideas, determined to find a way to wear Arthur out for good. It was difficult to keep your train of thought, however, when he began sucking new marks into your inner thighs, determined to give you more reminders of him.
He hoisted your hips up to meet his lips, eagerly licking through the wetness that was already dripping onto the cot below you. You could hardly believe how easy it was for Arthur to turn you on. He could have you dripping down your thighs with just a wink, and he was quickly learning to exploit that. You dragged your fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck until you could grab a fistful of his hair and pull him in closer. He hummed softly and picked up the pace, squeezing your ass when you let out a satisfied sigh.
From there, Arthur seemed determined to make you come. He licked and sucked until you were moaning softly with every breath, holding you by your thighs so that you couldn’t escape the pleasure. It was only after you stopped shaking beneath him that he pulled away, beard gleaming in the lantern light with your arousal.
You lay in blissful content, only vaguely aware of Arthur undressing. It wasn’t until he grabbed your hips once more, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up so he could kneel behind you, that you realized you were in for another long night.
Arthur dragged his cock between your legs, groaning as the head brushed your wet heat. He gave up on trying to be patient after just a few seconds and sank into you in one blinding thrust that pulled a high, keening moan from your throat. Every thrust had you gasping and moaning beneath him.
Both of you froze when a voice cut through the night. “Again English? Can’t you keep it in your drawers for one night? Some of us are trying to sleep here!”
Sean’s teasing was immediately followed by a loud cackle from Karen, and you glanced back to see Arthur flushed from his ears to his chest with shame.
“Maybe next time we can get a room in town?” you offered.