With his hands on your sides, Arthur allowed you to slide on top of him again.

Your lips were sealed, greedy for more of one another.

You moved on top of him, trying to ride the burning feeling that started to grow between your legs.

Your middle was already twitching with impatience.

With your fingers entangled in his hair, you leaned against him to make his back meet the ground.

Now, you were able to sit directly on top of his hard cock.

His jeans were so tight, one of the buttons had already popped open to offer more space.

A low groan escaped his moist lips as he felt the pressure that your body put on him.

"Easy...", he managed to gasp and tried to keep you in place.

But lust and the need to explore more of this mysterious man already kept you hostage.

Your hails dug into the back of his neck as you tried to pin him beneath you.

A rough chuckle made his chest tremble.

"Ya really think you could take control?", he asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You gently bit down on his bottom lip again.

It wasn't a harsh move, not painful. But it was enough to leave a slight mark.

"I want you, Arthur.", you whispered into his ear and let the tip of your tongue trace over the delicate skin to gently bite down on his neck as well. "I want you to want me."

He noticeably stiffened underneath you.

But at the same time, his cock also made a movement. The tip pressed against your inner tight.

You shifted to feel the pressure of his rock hard member right between your legs.

With a teasing smile, you opened the first few buttons of that blue shirt of his.

A broad chest full of curled hair appeared.

As you let your fingers run along the tense muscles, you could feel how life had marked him.

His body was scarred, with enough bumps and bruises to last ten lifetimes. But at the same time he felt clean, fed and well looked after.

Maybe Dutch and the gang weren't as selfish as you had thought.

Arthur's breath hitched, his eyes were locked with yours.

The orange shimmer of the twitching campfire danced over your (S/C) body and made the (E/C) of your eyes glow.

He didn't want to look away and miss one single moment.

Gently, you scratched his skin with your nails.

That was enough to make him swallow hard.

All of a sudden, his grip on you tightened.

The balance shifted, his shoulders rose off the ground. In one swift movement he pushed you into the air, twirled around and trapped you underneath him.

You found yourself staring at him in surprise and disbelief, legs spread by Arthur's body.

As he leaned over you, a smirk of victory on his face, his dick pressed into your twitching middle.

A hot shiver chased through your body.

Goosebumps grew all over your skin and made your nipples pull together.

"Sweetheart.", he purred and let his large hand stroke your cheek. "You're tryin' to ride a stallion without knowing how to get up top on your own."

Huffing, you rolled your eyes and wrapped your legs around his torso to force him closer.

"You taught me today.", you replied and grabbed him by the neck to steal another hungry kiss.

Arthur's hand wrapped around your wrists and pinned them over your head.

"Not this one, sweetheart.", he placed a trail of kisses and gentle bites along your neck. "And who said I'd let you ride me, hm?"

With nimble fingers he reached down to open the buttons of your shirt and the first button of your jeans.

A cool yet pleasant breeze stroked your, now exposed, skin and send shivers through your body.

Your nipples pulled together so hard that it made you gasp in heat and surprise.

"Arthur...", embarrassed, you turned your gaze away from him.

A satisfied smirk crossed his face.

"Now, don't get all shy.", he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him again and chuckled. "You think you can tame me? Let's see about that."

In one swift movement, your pants were gone and he started to work on his.

Your eyes fell onto the remaining layer of fabric that still kept his dick hostage.

The bulge was so visible, he had to adjust the brim of it to have enough space.

A dark spot already stained the fabric and gave away that his twitching member was as excited as you.

Your hands rose to help him shed the last layer that kept the two of you apart.

With a dark shimmer in his eyes, Arthur grabbed you by the throat, snatched a rope that was attached to the saddle that he had taken off the horse and tied your hands above your head.

Struck by surprise, you tried to free yourself.

But the struggling and pulling only tightened the knot that he had put in place.

With amusement shimmering inside his eyes, he bend over you, face floating over yours, and let his free hand slide between your legs to apply a bit of pressure.

A shivering gasp escaped you as you arched your back to press into his hand.

"Aren't you a sweet one?", he asked with a chuckle and gently bit down on the sensitive skin of your nipples.

Heat struck your face.

Your lips moved to say something, but all that escaped was a soft whimper.

His hands pushed your legs apart to make space for himself.

His fingers wandered down further.

As soon as his rough skin touched your entrance, a shiver chased through your body.

"Arthur!", you gasped and arched your back in an attempt to move into him.

A low sound escaped him as his name crossed your lips.

All of a sudden, something hard pressed against your entrance.

It was sticky, swollen.

"Relax.", Arthur whispered into your ear, hands on your sides to push you onto him. "I'll be gentle."

You rolled your eyes.

"I thought you're a wild stallion."

A chuckle escaped him.

"Fine.", his grip on you tightened. "Don't cry after, sweetheart."

With one harsh movement, he let his hips snap upwards.

With a gasp and your eyes wide open, you arched your back as he slid inside of you in one go.