Summary : You tame your first horse, Charles shows you how proud he is after ;) Follows along the series Baptized By Fire!
Word count : 3.1k
Warnings/tags : Cursing, poly!relationship, Arthur Morgan x reader x Charles Smith, smut, oral f!receiving, unprotected piv, slight breeding kink, Charles wants a family and is a muncher, Charles x reader, Charthur, reader gets bucked off a horse, mention of previous abuse (reader's father)
Divider by @saradika
The early morning sun streamed in through the blinds, casting a soft orange glow over your bedroom. A perfect morning in all sense of the word. Your cheek pressed against Arthur’s warm freckled back. Feeling the rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. You shouldn’t have woken this early, Arthur and Charles were almost always up before you.
“Wake up.” Perhaps that was the reason. You groaned, prying yourself away from Arthur to glance bleary eyed up at Charles. His hand lightly shaking your shoulder.
“Charles?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
“Get up.” He said, pulling the blanket off of you.
“Charles!” You whined, burying your face back into Arthur’s heat. Arthur shifted, pulling the blanket tighter around his body as he mumbled.
“We’re burning daylight.” Charles said, his large hand wrapping around your ankle as he tugged.
“There’s hardly any daylight to burn!” You groaned, sitting up as you nearly pulled you off the bed.
“C’mon sweetheart.” He grinned, his eyes soft and warm. Your heart swelled, fighting to keep the smile that tugged at your lips at bay. It wasn’t fair, that all he had to do was smile and he could get away with anything.
“Why did you have to wake me up?” You asked, shaking your head. He cupped your face in his hands, pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Get dressed.” He hummed against your skin, before walking out of the bedroom. You groaned as the door clicked shut behind him, begrudgingly sliding out of bed. You threw on some trousers and buttoned your shirt.
Arthur cracked open an eye at you, beautifully disheveled from the night before.
“How’d you deal with him alone for so long?” You teased, glancing at him.
“Hard to say.” He hummed, his words muffled against his pillow.
“Funny how he ain’t dragging your ass outta bed, only mine.” You grumbled, but your words lacked any irritation.
“Real funny.” He mumbled, closing his eyes as he burrowed back into the sheets.
You walked out of the bedroom, expecting to see Charles waiting for you. Instead the cabin was empty. You threw on your pair of boots and headed out the door, searching for him. You didn’t have to look far.
Charles stood at the door of the barn, leading Taima out.
“Riding lesson?” You called, walking over to him. “Thought those were over?” You asked, running your hand down Taima’s neck, giving her a gentle pack.
“No, not a riding lesson.” He smiled, chuckling softly. You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms as you tried to get a read on him.
“You’re awful chipper this morning.” You mused, “What have you got planned?”
“Want me to tell you, or do you want to see?” He asked, climbing onto her back.
“I have a feeling even if I asked, you wouldn’t tell me.” You said, taking his hand as he pulled you up next to him.
“You’d be right.” He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist. He nudged Taima into a trot, and then a gentle gallop. Your mind raced as he led Taima down the same trail as the one to the meadow.
“What are we doing here?” You asked, looking back at him.
“Shh.” He said, easing her to a stop, just on the edge of the field. He climbed down, tying her lead to a tree before reaching up for you. Although you could have gotten off of her without his help, you knew he just liked doing it.
“Charles, aren't you gonna tell me?” You huffed, keeping your voice low. Instead he bent down in a crouch, moving toward the tree line. You sighed, following his movements. Grazing in the meadow was a herd of wild horses, if you had to guess they were probably mustangs. “Horse-watching?” You asked, looking over at him. “You dragged me out of bed to watch some horses?”
“Is that why you think I did?” He hummed, looking over at you.
“Well- no.” You huffed, “But how am I supposed to know if you refuse to tell me?” You asked, raising your brows.
“Today,” He started, looking back out at the herd, “today you’re going to tame your first horse.”
Tame?
“How am I supposed to do that?” You asked furrowing your brows, “The second we step out into the clearing they’re gonna hightail it out of here.”
“It takes patience,” He said, “You’ll have to be careful, quiet, calm steps. You might spook them, but you can also calm them. Your horse will choose you, whichever one is ready to be claimed.”
“You speak as though it’s easy.” You sighed, shaking your head.
“How do you think I got Taima?” He asked, you rolled your eyes. “You can do it.” He said, squeezing your hand. Long gone was the playful teasing tone as his dark eyes found yours. “I’ll be beside you the whole time.”
The two of you crept forward in the grass, feeling more predator than prey as you approached the horses. Violet flowers bloomed under their hooves as they grazed. A few of the horses raised their heads, whinnying as they took off. You caught the eye of one, a light gray dusted with dark markings along its flank.
“That one.” You whispered
“Better calm it then.” Charles answered, hanging back as you put your hands up.
“Woah, woah easy.” You called, pushing down the nerves that threatened to overtake you. You did your best to exude confidence although you were thoroughly lacking in that department. The horse- a mare- stomped at the ground, huffing as you got closer.
“Easy girl, easy.” You cooed, honestly surprised you had gotten this close on your first try. You gently placed a hand on her neck, feeling her muscles twitch and ripple against your palm. “There we go.” You said softly, patting her gently. “We can be friends.” The lasso hung heavy at your hip, Charles' reminder to only use it if necessary ran through your mind. She had to trust you, you had to trust her. But she was wild, this wasn’t Taima or even Buell.
But she would be yours. The second you met her eyes you knew.
So in a move that was both foolish and ballsy, you grabbed a fistful of her mane and threw yourself over her body. She let out a whine, her front legs jumped off the ground as she reared back. You held on tight, squeezing her body with your thighs as you tightened your grip on her mane.
“Easy! Woah, easy girl!” The words fell from your lips almost subconsciously, all that ran through your head was ‘stay on’. She bucked and jumped, giving you a good fight. A fight that you weren’t exactly prepared for.
Your grip loosened, and before you knew it you were on your back. Pain erupted through your chest as you gasped like a fish out of water. Charles was by your side in an instant, his eyes wide as he looked your body over.
God, you couldn’t breathe. Your mouth opened and closed as you stared up at Charles.
“It’s alright, you’re okay.” He said in a much too calm voice, “Give it a minute, it’ll come back.” You didn’t fully believe that, but after a few moments the air returned to your lungs. “Are you hurt?” He asked, running his hand up and down your arm.
You did a quick check in your mind. Other than the pain in your chest and shoulder, everything seemed to be okay.
“My shoulder.” You gasped, tears clouding your vision.
“Yeah, I don’t doubt that.” He sighed, “You landed on it pretty hard.” You winced, taking his hand as he pulled you into a sitting position. You’d definitely have a nasty bruise, one that Arthur would make a fuss over once he saw it.
“I’m alright.” You said, brushing the tears away from your eyes. He stood, helping you to your feet. The gray mare blew air through her lips, almost laughing at you as she trotted nearby.
It was on.
Nearly two hours later, Charles and you were walking back to the cabin. The gray mare trotted beside you as you led her along with the rope. Your ribs were a little bruised, if you had to guess. Every other breath made you wince, but you’d never felt more alive.
You had got her, she was yours.
This was something you had done. Sure, Charles had been close by, but you were the one who had broken her. You were the one she submitted to, even if she only submitted enough to keep you on her back instead of bucking you off. She was headstrong, stubborn, a challenge. A challenge that you had won. You knew over time she would trust you more, that your bond would grow into one like Charles and Taima. But it was something that only you could do. Neither Charles nor Arthur could grow the bond between you and your mare. This was something that you two would have to overcome together. The thought made you giddy. As much as you loved your husbands, you didn’t want to get complacent. You feared that one day you’d slip back into your old ways, relying on the men like you had your father. Even though you knew they’d never treat you the way he had, you needed your independence. Needed to have something of your own.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Charles asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as you lead her inside the barn.
“Oh- I just-“ you shrugged, leading her into a pen. You would fully introduce her to Buell another day. For now, she needed to get used to her new home. Charles led Taima into her own stall, his eyes trailing over you. One of his dark brows cocked as his eyes bore into you.
“I just got lost in my head.” You said with a shy smile, shaking your head as you patted your mare’s neck.
“Hm.” He hummed walking over to you, leaning against the wood panels. “I wish you could’ve seen yourself out there today.” Now that got your attention.
“What do you mean?” You asked, turning to look at him. He shrugged, his eyes fixated on your mare.
“You were… magnificent.” He said, his near obsidian eyes settling on you. Heat bloomed in your belly, as you lowered your eyes.
“I’m sure I looked magnificent as she bucked me off a hundred times.” You said rolling your eyes, your cheeks ablaze at his compliment. He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound shot straight to your core.
“I’m serious, you know?” He said, stepping closer. Lowering his head to meet your eyes. “You belong with her, on her.”
“How did you name Taima?” You asked, trying to change the subject as you broke away from Charles' heated gaze. He didn’t push, letting out a small sigh as he looked over at her.
“Taima means thunder. It fits her, don’t you think?” He asked, looking back at you.
“How am I supposed to compete with that?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “What about Buell? How did Arthur name him?”
“He didn’t.” Charles said, “Buell was given to him.” You nodded, well that didn’t help either. You turned back to your mare.
“What were those flowers near the meadow called? The purple ones?” You asked.
“Violet snowdrop?” Charles answered.
Snowdrop. It was perfect.
“Her name is Snowdrop.” You smiled, patting her flank.
“Snowdrop?” Charles asked, raising a brow, “Sounds good to me.” He nodded, with a small smile. You got Snowdrop settled, giving her fresh hay and some grain. Charles waited by the barn door, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Think she’s settled.” You nodded, brushing your hands off on your pants.
“Good.” He nodded, pushing off the door as he descended on you. Falling to his knees as he pulled you closer by your shirt.
“Charles!” You gasped, his large hands squeezing your waist before grabbing your bottom.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” He panted, “Seeing you on her, didn’t even need my help.” You gasped as he unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down your legs.
“I definitely did need your help.” You stuttered, surprised by the hunger present in his eyes. He shucked his jacket off, throwing it onto the floor. He lowered you to the floor, propping yourself up on your elbows as he kneeled between your thighs. His deft fingers worked on the buttons of your blouse, not bothering to fully take it off once he revealed your breasts. A low groan rumbled through his chest, before he pounced on you. A cry left your lips as he wrapped his hot, wet mouth around your nipple. You arched into him, your hands threading through his silky strands. Holding his mouth against you as his other hand kneaded your neglected breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple, working it into a stiff peak.
“Charles-“
“You’re so strong.” He mumbled against your skin, switching to wrap his lips around your other nipple. “So brave, such a brave girl.” If any other man had said something like that, you would have thought of it as a tease. But there was only adoration laced in Charles tone. You sighed, wrapping your bare legs around his clothed waist.
“Charles.” You breathed, the ache between your thighs growing as he worshipped your tits.
“Ours. All ours.” He mumbled and you could feel his grin against the swell of your breast. He moved down your body, taking his time to lick and caress every bare inch of skin on your torso. He paused below your navel. His heated gaze softened as he ran his hand over your lower belly.
You knew what he was thinking. What he was dreaming of. Charles hadn’t been shy in his wishes for you to carry their child. He loved spilling inside you, loved to see Arthur’s seed dripping out of your spent pussy. He had made it clear that he dreamed of having a family, how could you blame him? Anyone would crave a family if they lost theirs, and his was so cruelly stolen from him.
But none of you had talked about it past that. Arthur seemed to freeze whenever the topic of children was spoken of. He wasn’t ready, that much was clear. So neither you nor Charles brought it up.
He placed a kiss on your belly, but it was more than that. It was a promise.
He didn’t linger, moving down to your core. He drew in a strangled breath, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your bloomers. He pulled them down tortuously slow, slipping them over your knees before throwing them behind him.
“Show me sweetheart.” He whispered huskily, his hands resting on your knees. You spread your legs, letting your knees fall open on either side of him. A groan rumbled through his chest, sending shivers down your spine. His near obsidian eyes found yours as he licked his lips.
He descended, burying his face in your pussy. You cried out, your hands gripping his silky strands as he tore you apart piece by piece. Thrusting his tongue into your hole, he grabbed your cheeks. Tilting your hips up to reach deeper.
“Charles!” You moaned, throwing your head back on the barn floor. He didn’t falter, licking a stripe up as he moved to lay affections on your clit. Sucking at your bundle of nerves, sending lightning shooting up your body. He moaned, adding to the pleasure that was building in your belly. It was all happening so fast, his mouth bringing you to a precipice. Teetering on the edge as his mouth worshipped you. Your breath was stolen out of your lungs as he pushed a finger inside you, curling it up against that beautiful spot.
“Fuck!” You cried, tears clouding your vision as he pushed you over the edge. It didn’t matter that you were already cumming, he doubled down on his efforts. Sucking down hard as he pumped his finger.
He only stopped when you pushed him away, shoving at his head. He sat back on his haunches, his lips glistening as he grinned.
Your heart pounded as you surged forward, the two of you colliding in a clash of tongue and teeth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips, your nipples rubbing deliciously against his shirt. Your hands flew to his waistband to free him from his trousers.
His groan rumbled through his chest like thunder, each touch like a spark trying to catch. You straddled him, your hands gripping his shoulders as you rubbed yourself against him. His dick sliding across your folds.
“Damn it.” He hissed through clenched teeth, thrusting up against you. You shivered as his head bumped against your clit, biting your lip as you raised your hips. “I love you.” He moaned, pressing his forehead against your sternum as he buried himself inside you.
Although buried wasn’t the right word, no, he carved out a place for him within you. Molding you, reshaping you, for only them, only him and Arthur. Even with his spit and your previous release it was still a stretch.
“God-“ The word ripped through your throat through a choked sob. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you bounced on his lap.
“So damn tight.” He groaned against your throat, his hands digging into your hips as he moved you up and down.
“I’m not-“
“I know.” With each thrust you could feel him in your guts, going deeper. The coil inside you tightened and snapped. Electricity shot through your body and down your legs as you cried out.
He groaned, pulling you flush to his body as he took over. It didn’t take long, it never did when your pussy was basically milking his cock. His hips shot up, jolting with little thrusts as he filled you. Each of you were breathing hard, your breath mingling in the stale air of the barn. You winced, struggling to take in a full breath with your no doubt bruised ribs that you had completely forgotten about.
“Shit.” Charles mumbled, gently laying you back onto his coat.
“I’m fine.” You said, shaking your head, “More than fine after that.” You chuckled as he picked a piece of straw out of your hair. He grabbed your bloomers, taking your foot in his hand before freezing.
His dark gaze zeroed in on your core as he leaked out of you. You swallowed thickly, heat blooming in your core. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, meeting your gaze.
Another moment passed.
“Gimme those.” You said grabbing your bloomers from him. “We gotta get back to Arthur.” You chuckled, pulling them on before your trousers.
I really like this song, Juggernaut, by Baptized by Fire, and this video is a beautiful gem that deserves more attention. So please enjoy! Video by @noprincenorape
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I don’t know why everyone hates Spinnerette. 1. Brody’s hair was cute and sexy in that era, loved the shoulder length black hair, girly but kickass at sametime. 2. whenever I’m sad “Baptized by Fire” cheers me up 3. They’re much better than those artists that get labeled as indie rock/alternative rock. (Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, Panic! at the Disco, etc.)
Summary : After running from your past you find yourself facing certain death out in a blizzard. Thankfully you’re rescued, but what happens when you have to ride out the rest of the winter with the two men who rescued you?
An RDR2 AU where Arthur followed Charles to Canada.
Pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader x Charles Smith (Reader is female presenting and referred to as 'Sweetheart', no use of Y/n)
Warnings/tags : Abuse, bruises, blood, guns, death, religious themes, nudity, oral m!receiving, unprotected piv, cursing, allusions to sex, skinning animals for meat, smoke inhalation, dead body, mention of gunshot wound, reader has female genitalia and is referred to as ‘she’, cursing, Arthur had TB but survived and now has chronic issues because of it, Check the tags on each chapter for specific warnings
Status : hiatus
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Winter
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five
Summary : Arthur and you have a moment during your reading lesson. Follows along with the series Baptized by Fire but can be read as a one shot.
Word Count : 1.8k
Warnings/Tags : Pure smut, cockwarming, unprotected piv, Reader reads from The picture of Dorian Gray, Arthur is a soft!dom, Reader is a bit of a brat. Charles is mentioned but not there. Arthur Morgan x reader, charthur x reader, minors dni
Divider by @saradika
Your eyes ran over the letters, your lips moving as you breathily sounded out the words.
“T-the body sins once,” You stuttered, your body ablaze. The words start to meld together, tears blurring your vision as you squirmed on Arthur’s lap. “And has- has-“
“C’mon sweetheart, you can do it.” His hot breath fanned against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His thick cock splitting you open, tearing you apart at the very seams. ”Such a smart girl.”
“Fuck Arthur-“ You whined, raising your hips slightly before his hand came down hard on your bare ass.
“Eyes on the page.” He warned, nipping at your throat. Your literacy had thoroughly improved the last couple of months, you were actually quite proud of yourself. Perhaps a bit too proud.
You had quickly moved from reading the small articles in the newspaper, to reading the chapter books on the shelves.
Honestly, you didn’t think you required these lessons anymore. You had thrown a bit of a fit this morning when Arthur had called you over.
He had raised his eyebrows at you when you had whined like a small child, saying you didn’t need to have a lesson today. You should have known you were in trouble when that crooked grin spread across his lips.
He had raised his hands in an almost yielding way.
“Alright sweetheart.” He started, stalking over to you from across the room. His hands settled on your hips as you crossed your arms, pouting. “You only gotta read… five pages today. How does that sound?” He asked. You should have known it was too good to be true. Normally he would make you read at least ten pages out loud.
You bit your lip, a low whine leaving your lips. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can sweetheart, yer such a good girl, just keep reading.” You could feel his cock pulse against your velvet walls. His syrupy words doing very little to ease the ache that continued to build.
“Done with it’s sin,” You said, grasping the table with white knuckles. He hummed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “F-for action-“ You were nearly there, you just had to finish this page.
You had happily agreed before learning Arthur's condition. Raising your brows as he sat down at the table, flicking his belt open.
“What are you doing?” You asked, heat starting to pool in your belly as he raised his hips, shuffling his pants down his thighs. Your mouth ran dry as he pulled himself out of his union suit. His cock sprung up against his belly, thick and weeping.
“Nothing sweetheart, just come take a seat.” He hummed, patting his thigh. You swallowed thickly, your legs moving on their own as you crossed across the room. You moved to sit down on his lap, when he stopped you. “Take off your bloomers.” He said, his eyes nearly black from how blown his pupils were.
“Arthur-“
“You wanna read ten?” He asked, raising a brow as he stroked his cock. You shook your head, your eyes drawn down to the motion of his hand.
“Then take them off.” Your fingers moved under your skirt, slipping under the elastic band. You pulled them down to the floor, stepping out of the fabric. “Come sit.”
“Is a mode of purification.” You bit down on your lip, muffling the moan that crawled up your throat. His hand rubbed up against your bare cheek, his hand squeezing the warm flesh.
“Mmhm, such a smart girl.” His words rumbled up his chest, his cock pulsing inside you. You knew his eyes weren’t on the page, you could have been speaking nonsense and he would have agreed. You couldn’t understand how he could sit here, pretending like he wasn’t buried to the hilt inside you.
You whined at his praise, shifting your hips to try and subtly ease the ache inside you. His grip turned ironclad as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass.
“You gotta be a good girl.” His breath brushed against your ear, a shiver running down your spine, “Or I won’t reward ya.” He warned, raising his hips just enough for his cock to rub up against your walls. Nudging that sweet spot inside you.
“I’ll be good.” You promised, your eyes nearly rolling back in your head.
“Then keep reading.” He said, nipping at your earlobe. His warm baritone voice only worsening the ache between your thighs.
“Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.” His hand crawled up your thigh, pausing only when you stopped speaking. “The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp as his calloused thumb found your clit, pressing against the small bud. “Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself,” Slowly, very slowly, he started to circle the bundle of nerves. “Arthur-“ Pleasure shot down your legs, your toes curling.
“Don’t think that’s in the book, sweetheart.” He cooed, pressing down harder on your clit.
“with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” The words turned into nothing more than blurred lines as you teetered on the edge of pleasure. Your body pulled taut like the string of a bow. “I’m gonna-“
He pulled his hand away, his touch soft as he rubbed your thigh. “Can’t have that happen now, can we?” You whined, your head falling back against his shoulder.
“Arthur!” You huffed, gripping the table.
“C’mon now, you’re nearly there.”
“I was nearly there!” You huffed, wanting to stomp your feet at how damn pent up you were.
“We can sit here all day, imagine what Charles will think with how damn stubborn you’ve been?” You scoffed, shooting him a glare over your shoulder.
“Charles wouldn’t want you teasing me like this.”
“Well he ain’t here to save you now is he?” He asked, leaning back against the chair, “Now you gonna read?” You clenched your jaw, huffing as you turned your attention back to the page. You wet your lips, your heart rate descending back to normal.
You were nearly halfway done when Arthur began to move, his thrusts languid. “For nearly ten minutes he stood there, motionless, with parted lips, and eyes strangely bright.” Your words were clipped, trying your best not to give Arthur the satisfaction of knowing he was absolutely destroying you. “He was dimly conscious that entirely fresh influences were at work within him. Yet they seemed to him to have come really from him-self. The few words that Basil's friend had said to him- Ah!” Arthur’s hips snapped against yours, gone was his unhurried pace.
“Keep going.” He huffed, his breath puffing against your shoulder.
“Words spoken by chance, no doubt, and with willful paradox in them—had touched some secret chord that had never been touched before,” His thumb returned to your clit, stealing the breath out of your lungs. Your legs started to tremble, unable to help how you jolted on his lap.
Who gave a shit about Dorian Gray and his stupid picture. The only thought that filled your head was Arthur. Arthur, Arthur, Arthur.
His need got the better of him, growling against your shoulder he shot up. Holding you against him as he leaned you over the table, not leaving your heat for a moment. The book went skidding across the table, your cheek pressed against the wood surface.
“Fuck me- can’t- can’t control myself round you.” He huffed, the sound of skin against skin filled the cabin. His balls slapping against your clit with each harsh thrust.
“Oh god!” You cried out, lightning buzzed in your veins, running through your whole body. His pace was near animalistic as he panted behind you.
“You close?” He hummed, his hand coming down against your backside in a satisfying slap. You cried out, tears pricking your eyes, but not from the pain. Your body buzzed under him as you teetered on the edge of pure pleasure.
“Arthur-“ You prayed he heard the desperation in your strangled plea, as you fought to hold together.
“I wanna feel you soak me sweetheart.” That was permission enough. You let go, your eyes rolling back into your head as a broken sob left your lips. Falling off the cliff as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you. You clenched down around him, your back bowing into his chest. “Always so tight- like you’re made for me- made for us.” He hissed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises in his wake. The table creaked under the weight of the two of you, the legs scraping against the floor. He pulled out briefly, before he spun you around. Moving your pliant body onto your back. He grabbed one of your legs, pulling it up against his chest. Your foot nearly against his head as he pushed back inside. The change in angle let him go deeper, feeling him in your guts. You whined, your hands scrambling for purchase. Sweat dotted his brow, his teeth grit as he slammed into you.
“Gonna fill you up- that’s what you want- isn’t it?” He growled, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, your head lolling up and down.
“Yes! Yes please!” You cried, boneless under him. He was unable to stop the ragged gasp that left his hips, his brows pinching together as his hips stuttered. The coarse hair at the base of his dick rubbed against your puffy abused clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. He kept his pelvis pressed up against yours, his hair falling into his eyes as he hung his head. Panting as you both came down from your respective highs.
“Goddamn.” He chuckled breathlessly, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as he pulled out. Shivering as he left the warm heat of your core. He collapsed back in the chair, but you could still feel his eyes on you. Slowly, you felt his cum start to drip out of you. You whined as he gathered it on his finger, pressing it back inside you. “Gotta keep it where it belongs.” He mumbled, watching as his pearly spend covered his fingers. You chuckled breathlessly, raising your head to look down at him. He grabbed a nearby cloth, gently wiping off your core and thighs.
“You know,” You started, a small smile spreading across your lips as he met your eyes. His cheeks and ears tinted red, an almost shameful look on his face. “I wouldn’t mind a few more lessons like that, Mr. Morgan.”
