"The only way to shut that pretty little mouth up" You talk alot during sex,Arthur Morganfucks you silly to the point you stop taking.
You and Arthur had distanced yourselves from the camp. It had been quite a while since either of you had managed to find a moment alone. There was only one problem, however: you could never be quiet. No matter where you were, you simply couldn't stop talking.. especially during sex. It drove Arthur absolutely crazy. He could be buried balls deep inside your pussy, and you would still be happily rambling on about your day.
Did you seriously ever not get tired of running that pretty mouth of yours? Now, he had you pinned beneath him in a secluded grassy area, lost in the incredible feeling of your warm heat wrapped tightly around his length. For a moment, everything felt perfect just skin on skin, the sound of your bodies moving together. But then, inevitably, you opened your mouth and started talking.
"y-yesterday me and mph.. abi.. abigail saw a fawn.. mph!" Arthur's eyes rolled back, a mix of frustration and desire in his voice as he continued to thrust deeply into you. "Sweet Jesus, girl..." Arthur groaned, pistoning his hips deep into your soaking cunt, barely keeping his rhythm. "Can you just hush for two damn seconds while I'm buried inside ya?" He gave your thigh a sharp smack, "Runnin' that pretty damn mouth non stop..." you blinked up at him through your lashes, your breath hitching every time his hips slapped sharply against your thighs. "S-sorry, Arthur..." you stammered, though your voice still carried that frustrating habit of babbling. "It's just—"
"Shit, don't—" He cut you off with a particularly brutal thrust"Don't start up again." "Just breathe, sugar," Arthur growled, his voice thick and heavy with arousal. He didn't stop the relentless pace of his hips, driving the breath right out of your lungs. "Lemme handle the workin', yeah? You jus' focus on takin' it." Your eyes widened, your legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his waist to pull him "y-yes sir..! ngh.." "Smart girl," he muttered appreciatively, his pace steady and punishing. He knew it was difficult for you to quit speaking so his plan for now was to talk you through it. "Mhm, that's it... just take my cock." Arthur’s rhythm suddenly snapped, his pace increasing to a frantic, deep pounding. The soft moans you'd been offering turned into messy, incoherent babbling as he bottomed out, bottoming out completely. "Fuckin' hell, girl... shut it shut it shut it," he grunted desperately.
"M-mhhph..." you let out, feeling his tip brush against your G-spot. Arthur watched your eyes roll back, your lips parting as you tried to start another sentence. But the words died in your throat as he suddenly increased the pace—his hips moving in a blur, slamming into your heat with ruthless precision. "F-Arthur! I—" "Shh, shh," he breathed, his voice rough and authoritative. "Got you." He buried himself so deep it felt like he was hitting something inside you nobody had ever found before. Your back arched off the grass, fingers clawing at the dirt. He fucked you harder, faster—like he was trying to pound the talking right out of you. "Th-that feels—" you gasped, but he slammed into you again before you could finish. His hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans and words as his cock moved harder, faster. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the area, drowning out any attempt you made to speak. You squirmed beneath him, toes curling into the grass as he fucked you relentlessly. Your thoughts scrambled, your tongue forgot every word you'd ever known. "Goddamn, You look real sweet when you're dumb as a rock from fuckin', darlin'." He loosened his grip just enough for you to breathe, but not enough to let you talk. "Mmph!" You whimpered, your eyes rolling back as he hit that spot inside you perfectly. Your body witched and squirmed, but you couldn't form coherent words with his hand over your mouth. You were basically brainless from the intense fucking. "Nnnh!" "Mmhm, that's it.. just let me do the talkin' now," Arthur grunted, his thrusts becoming rougher, more primal. "Ain't got the lungs to run that pretty mouth when I'm workin' you over like this, do ya?"
Your body went completely pliant beneath him, your mind foggy and overwhelmed as you let out a weak whimper. "Tha's what I thought." He removed his hand from your mouth entirely, watching you gasp for air. Your lips were swollen, your eyes hazy. You looked completely fucked out. "Cain't even remember yer own name now, can ya, sugar?" He was right. You couldn't. All you could do was moan weakly. Your eyes glazed over, completely unfocused. You tried to form words, anything. but all that came out was a high-pitched whine, muffled by his palm. Your cunt clamped down on his cock like a vice, milking him desperately.
Arthur chuckled darkly, low and rough like gravel. "Ah, there's my good girl." as he came deep in you, your walls coated in his cum. He finally released your mouth, but you couldn't even gasp out more than a broken moan. You were totally fucked stupid your thoughts scrambled, your tongue forgotten.
"See?" he murmured, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangled in your hair. "Ain't so chatty now, are ya babydoll..?"
