He’s got your legs pinned back against your chest, fucking you nice and steady. Arthur — ever the lover boy — is panting above you like a damn mutt in heat. You’re spread open to him, pussy soaked and dripping, your walls sucking him in.
You’re moaning his name in a sweet voice. “Arthur.. oh Arthur… Arthur..” soft sighs escaping your kiss bruised lips. He could hardly register anything, could hardly form a thought. All he heard was the soft calling of your voice and feeling the flutters and squeezing on his cock from your velvet walls that had him ready to burst a hundred times over.
He was really in his own world. Arthur’s large hands kept your legs pinned back as he towered over you, cock sliding in and out of your hole at his own pleasurable pace. His eyes were shut and his head was tipped back as groans and grunts fell from his lips. Arthur was damn near a babbling mess, hardly forming a coherent thought before useless words slipped from his mouth.
A breathy tone he would sometimes murmur ‘fuck’ ‘oh Jesus’ ‘yes…yess..yes…’ or ‘sh-itttt’ before letting out a long groan that went straight to your pussy. You didn’t even care that he was using you for his own pleasure — too lost in the moment to remember your own. Seeing him a mess above you was your own type of heaven. It made your walls more slick and dripping.
And when he’d get close to coming, his eyes would finally open back up and snap down to where he was disappearing inside you. He’d make you take your own legs and hold them back so he could grip onto the sheets while he picked up the pace of this thrusts, his hips snapping quicker. Arthur would really be panting like a dog then as he fucked into you. His groans turned into moans that softly escaped his throat, eyes half lidded while watching his own cock and your boobs bounce.
With his cock twitching uncontrollably inside you, Arthur would fall forward into you as he came deep inside. His thrusts would slow, delivering slow but heavy thrusts to ride out his high. Moaning and grunting into your neck as your pussy squeezed and constricted around him.
You’d run your hands down his back, threading your fingers through his hair as he eased your legs back down to his hips. When he’d finally come up from the crook of your neck, hair a mess and a fucked out look on his face you’d smile up at him, kissing his cheek and jaw.
Arthur would grin right back at you, closing his eyes as you kissed his face. “Sorry..” he’d murmur while turning his head to capture your lips. You’d mumble back about it being okay, that you knew he’d make up for it in a gentle teasing tone.
With his hardened cock again, Arthur would fuck you until you were the babbling mess. Hips drilling into your own, down right filth spilling from his mouth, guttural groans right in your ear. He’d make sure that you came twice or more before even thinking about himself coming again.
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