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Arthur's fingers were aggressively pinching Rosalyn's flesh as he rocked his hips against hers. Rosalyn let out a desperate gasp, gripping his hair firmly. She rolled her hips along with Arthur's, grinding against him, making the man growl. Rosalyn drew back from the kiss in order to peel off Arthur checkered shirt exposing his blonde hairy chest. She traced her finger down his sternum slowly with a coy smile on her face. Arthur had to pause and take a deep slow breath, overwhelmed by her tickling fingers which danced around his firm muscles. "You like my chest, huh?" He finally spoke leaning into her ear and nibbling it softly, flexing his pectorals under her fingers with tangled up in the curls. "Mmmm—- yes," Rosalyn purred, She swayed a bit still feeling Arthur's breath on her ear before the soft grazing of his teeth. She ran her finger further down his chest reaching his waist, then his hips. Arthur leaned back to pull her slip up over her head, so she was sitting in her undergarments now. Taking a minute to idol her sitting in such fineries of silk and ribbon. "You're so beautiful." He whispered to her catching her lips in a kiss. His pawing hands grasping her firmly, the silk of her skin mixed with the silk of her panties tantalizing his senses. Rosalyn kissed Arthur, her breath catching in her throat at his compliment. "Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself, cowboy." Rosalyn said in her country accent. "Hey, you making fun of me?" He asked as she pinned him down with both hands — Arthur's firm grip on her hips as she rolled up against his jeans.
"I think this needs to come off, among other things." Rosalyn said, tugging at Arthur's gun belt. Arthur raised a brow and merely laid back on the floor "Well, go ahead. I trust you." He said as Rosalyn's fingers unclasped the buckle. As soon as Rosalyn dropped the belt to the floor Arthur stood picking Rosalyn up. She unexpectedly yelped and clung onto him as he moved her to the bed. Arthur dropped Rosalyn down onto the mattress, taking his pants off as she bounced on the springs giggling." Arthur! What are you doing?" She asked as he climbed on top of her. He captured her lips once more in a hungry kiss as the bed creaked under his weight. Arthur pinned her down as their lips locked, but this time Rosalyn coyly slipped her tongue in. Her hand was grasping one of his muscular arms, trying to control him.
"What are you trying to do Rose?" Arthur asked keeping her pinned down and kissed her neck once again. His naked body gliding over her delicates making him grin. "I want to…" She tried to speak but Arthur hushed her with a finger, which she bite playfully. "Naughty." Arthur warned between the kisses which traced the rim of her panties. Rosalyn quickly laying her head in the pillows as she cooed at his kiss. Arthur kissed her clit through her panties as Rosalyn spread her legs open to him. Rosalyn unable keep up the eye contact as she shyly looked to the ceiling and started to moan. Arthur watching her as she squirmed for a moment before pulling his focus to the task at hand. Generously pleasuring the English beauty, he had pinned for since they met. Arthur pinching her nipple with one hand under her bra as she clawed his forearm. His other traced the trim of her panties before he slipped a finger inside her. Rosalyn letting out a rather songful note as he thrusted them in her slowly. "Oh, god! Arthur!" Rosalyn mewled propping one of her high heels into his shoulder.
"Slow down a second." She moaned. The pain from her pointed heel breaking his concentration. "I want a turn." She practically begged making eye contact with him. Her half-lidded eyes and red cheeks were glowing in the moonlight reflecting off the lake outside the window. "You want a turn? but I'm not done." Arthur said and gave her another kiss making her drive the heel deeper. "Please! I want a turn." Rosalyn demanded as Arthur obliged her request and got up. Rosalyn was quickly rolling over him, making him sit up against the headboard. "You like to play rough, huh?" Arthur asked as Rosalyn knelt between his legs "I know what I like, I take what I want. You're no stranger to that." Rosalyn said as her fingers traced the head of his erect cock. Arthur smirking a bit as she leaned over to kiss it. Arthur had nothing to say, for she took the entire length of his cock quickly into her mouth, making him see white for a second. "Rose…" He managed to groan before he forced himself quiet. Rosalyn was aggressive but gentle and the more Arthur tried to control himself she would glide her tongue up the base of his cock while gently sucking. "Okay! Slow down, missy." "Oh? you going to cum?" Rosalyn asked proudly. Before she could suck him again Arthur grabbed her hair. "Hey, hey, come here." He ordered.
Rosalyn laid down on the bed, and Arthur removed her wet panties and discarded them aside. He straddled her thigh as her other leg hooked over his shoulder, and he rubbed the tip of his cock against her cunt. "Say, please." Arthur mused teasingly though it was difficult not to drive into her warmth. "You are the worst, and you know that." Rosalyn said as Arthur kept her heel in check, so she didn't stick him with it again. "I've like hearing you beg for me, though." Arthur teased and kissed the top of her foot.
"Please, Arthur, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me till I see stars." Rosalyn said in a lustful breath. Arthur feeling a chill down his spine inspiring him to thrust into her suddenly. Rosalyn crying out as he started a rhythm of slow deep thrusts. Each one was knocking her against the headboard which she cushioned with a pillow. "Oh, yes! Ah! Arthur!" Rosalyn moaned loudly making Arthur clamp a hand around her mouth. "Shh." He whispered into her ear. Rosalyn bit his hand but tried to stay quiet as Arthur pounded her into the mattress. A few voices could be heard around through the thin walls of the hotel, and the thrill of possibly being caught by Dutch clicked in Arthur's head. Rosalyn was vocal about her pleasure and Arthur was having a hard time keeping quiet himself. Rosalyn was bouncing her rear into each thrust making him go deep. He could hardly contain himself as he picked up speed in his thrusts, but his thigh's started to burn. Rosalyn noticed his struggle and slowed him down, "Easy cowboy." She purred and rolled him off her and onto his back. Rosalyn was straddling Arthur's lap as she slid his cock back inside her. Arthur thrust his hips up in the rhythm of her bouncing as the two strawberry lovers were lost in pleasure together.
When morning came, Arthur awoke in the hotel bed with Rosalyn tucked under his arm sleeping against his chest. He gazed down at her resting face, which was one of the most enchanting things to witness: no worry or care, but the bliss of sleep. Arthur did not want to ruin the moment and move, so Arthur laid still, but his mind began to wander. How could he let this happen? If they were going to sleep together, why not in the forest before he pulled the trigger? Before Dutch or any of the Gang had gotten involved. Colm O'Driscoll now headed to town, Artur knew they needed to leave but what of Rosalyn. Would she come with him? Could she come with him at all? Since Colm was to blame now would Rosalyn leave without enacting her revenge on him? So many questions. It made Arthur's head fuzzy; at this moment, he just wanted to kiss Rosalyn again, his heart ached thinking she would go after Colm on her own if she found out the truth about what he did.
Arthur sighed, which was enough to stir Rosalyn from her sleep finally. She stretched and clung to him, her arm winched around his waist. "Good Morning." She said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Good morning," Arthur replied and greedily kissed her. "I'm glad you stayed," Rosalyn said as they laid together tangled naked in the sheets. "I am too," Arthur said and held her cheek. "Listen, you can't go after Colm," Arthur said softly. "W-what? Arthur, now? I just woke up, and you can't tell me what to do." Rosalyn said and knitted her brows, ready to flip her state of emotional stability. "I don't want you to go after Colm." Arthur rephrased his statement.
Rosalyn sat up with the blanket wrapped around her chest. "Get out of my bed." She said, choking on her breath a bit. "Hold on. Wait. Just breath for a second." Arthur sat up, but he didn't get up. "I want to keep you safe Rose. If you go after him, I can't follow you." Arthur said. "I have to leave, I shouldn't have stayed, but I did for you. now I have to go, and I want you to come with me," Arthur begged and took both of Rosalyn's hands in his. "You said you wanted to go somewhere and escape all this, let's go." Arthur gazed into Rosalyn's eyes and brushed a hand through her blonde hair to tuck his behind her ear. "I've fallen for you, I tried not to let it happen, but it did so, please. I don't want to lose you." Arthur begged, but something in Rosalyn's face was different. She gazed back at him with a heartless stare that he only recognized in one other person.
"Isabella Morningstar was my best friend, I left her in that field to die, and she did. Except she spent every second of her last days were trying to find me. Where was I? Running away with you? I can't undo the past, but I can do one thing. The devil in red stood for something. She stood for justice. To see evil men hang for their misdeeds, and I aim to uphold that." Rosalyn got out of the bed and picked up Arthur's gun from the belt on the floor. Arthur shuffled to his feet as Rosalyn began to walk about armed and glaring at him. "What are you doing with that," Arthur asked.
"You're either going to help me kill Colm O'Driscoll. Or you can walk that door. There is nothing else. I will not let her death be for nothing." Rosalyn pointed to the door with the gun. "Rose, please. He will do so much worst then kill you." Arthur said as he collected his clothes.
"Nothing that hasn't already been done to me," Rosalyn said and sat down at her desk after leaving his gun on the bed. She sat by the window and lite a half-smoked cigar left in the ashtray, wrapped up in a sheet overlooking the lake as the sun had just crested over the distant hills.
Arthur didn't know what to do or say, he couldn't stay, but he didn't want to leave either. After he finished getting dressed, he paused next to Rosalyn's chair. Waiting for her to acknowledge him, but she didn't. She just sat staring out the window with a grimace across her face. Arthur leaned over to kiss her but stopped next to her ear. "I love you, Rosalyn," Arthur said softly and kissed her cheek before he returned his gamblers hat onto his head and headed out the door. He turned back once last time to see if Rosalyn had moved, but she didn't. The cloud of smoke drifting over her head, glaring in the sunlight. Angrily he slammed the door and marched off down the hall with no clue what to do next.