Arthur Morgan had her bent over the rickety table in the abandoned cabin, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her bare ass exposed to the dim lantern light. He didn't waste time with sweet words or slow touches. His calloused hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks as he spat on his fingers and rubbed them over her slick cunt.
"Fuck, you're already dripping," he growled, voice low and rough like gravel under boots. He freed his thick cock from his pants, stroking it once before lining up and shoving inside her in one hard thrust. She gasped and pushed back against him, taking every inch.
Arthur didn't hold back. He fucked her like he was claiming territory, hips snapping forward with steady, punishing strokes. The table creaked under them. Each time he bottomed out, his balls slapped against her and her walls clenched tight around his shaft. "Take it," he muttered, one hand reaching under to rub her clit in quick circles. "You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted the outlaw to split you open."
She moaned loud, pushing back to meet every thrust. Arthur pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a brutal rhythm that made her tits bounce against the wood. Sweat ran down his chest under his shirt. He leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder as he drove deeper, the wet sounds of his cock pounding her pussy filling the small room.
He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, spreading her legs wide and hooking them over his arms. Now he could watch her face while he fucked her. Her eyes were glassy with lust, mouth open. Arthur thrust harder, the head of his dick hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out. "Look at you, taking this cock like you were made for it," he said, voice thick. He reached down and slapped her clit lightly, then rubbed it fast while his hips kept moving.
She came hard, pussy pulsing and squeezing him. Arthur didn't stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing his own. When he was close, he pulled out, fisted his cock, and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. He smeared some of it over her nipple with his thumb, breathing heavy.
"Clean it off," he ordered, and she sat up to lick his fingers, then leaned in to suck the last drops from his softening cock. Arthur watched her with dark eyes, already getting hard again.
He hauled her to the narrow bed next, shoving her down on all fours. This time he took her ass, working spit and her own juices around his cock before pressing the head against her tight hole. She groaned as he pushed in slow at first, then deeper once she relaxed. Arthur gripped her hair and started fucking her ass with the same raw force, reaching around to finger her cunt at the same time.
"Goddamn, you're tight here," he rasped, hips slapping against her ass cheeks. He pounded steadily, the heat and grip making his balls draw up tight.
She came again, shuddering around his fingers and his cock buried in her ass. Arthur followed soon after, burying himself deep and unloading with a low grunt.
They didn't rest long. He pulled her onto his lap facing him, her thighs spread over his. She sank down on his cock again, riding him while he sucked marks into her neck and tits. His hands guided her hips, making her take him all the way each time. "Faster," he demanded, and she bounced harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the cabin.
Arthur came inside her this time, holding her down as he pumped her full. Cum leaked out around his shaft when she finally lifted off. He pushed two fingers into her used pussy, feeling the mess he'd made, then brought them to her mouth so she could taste both of them.
By the time the lantern burned low, Arthur had her on her back again, legs over his shoulders while he fucked her slow and deep, drawing it out. Every thrust dragged over her sensitive walls. She clawed at his back under his shirt. He came one last time with a rough curse, grinding against her clit until she followed.
They lay tangled in the sheets afterward, breathing hard. Arthur lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up in the dark. Outside, the wind moved through the trees, but inside the cabin it was quiet except for the sound of their slowing breaths. He passed the cigarette to her without a word, already thinking about the next time he'd have her like this.
