The night was about to come to an end; Gabriel was just finishing his shower as he thought back to the moment he had with Ellie. Meanwhile, Arthur went to his apartment and immediately went to his room. As he was ready to take off his attire, the familiar voice of a girl was heard from his bed. "Look, who finally showed up late to his promise?" Arthur smirked and turned around. "Ohh, I didn't see you there. How long have you been there, Amy?"
She looked irritated, "So was it fun to play with another b*tch outside?" she said, but Arthur didn't pay attention at all. Arthur, being the person he is, answered, "What? Scared I might replace you with some b*tch in the heat waiting for me to rail them up?" He looks at her from head to toe, scanning her body in a lingerie. "Are you trying to seduce me by wearing that sexy lingerie? Because if you do, you're making me rock hard," he walked towards her, and the air grew heavy with each step and words.
"Why don't you come on and find out yourself?" she said, tempting him. Arthur, gripping her leg, slowly opens a way and went up above her. Their face is close enough for their lips to touch each other. Arthur put his hand beside her head and said, "Seems like the kitty got even naughtier this day." Their eyes are locked onto each other, not in romance but with unholy desire.
He cupped her face, slowly grabbed her chin and played with her lips. It was hot, their breathing was so heavy until they heard. Amy, without hesitation, started kissing him, putting her hand around Arthur's neck. Arthur grabbed her hands, put both of them above her head and locked them with his hand. And he continues to kiss her down to her neck and slowly moves to her chest.
She can't help but let out her moan, biting her lips and letting out a heavy breath. Arthur continues kissing her, slowly getting lower and lower until he reaches her lower half and stopped. She took a breath after the stimulation, looking at Arthur as she wanted him to continue. He picked up her leg and kissed it slowly until he reached her inner thigh. "Tell me again, did you wear it to seduces me?" he grinned at her, leaving a bite mark at her thigh.
Amy, who was still under the stimulation, couldn't speak properly. "You such a cheater, bastard." She looked at him and grinned. Arthur, who couldn't hold himself anymore, went for her lips. Their bodies touched each other, Amy locked her leg at Arthur's waist as their bodies grinded at each other. Arthur put his hand inside her lingerie, handled her breast and kept kissing her.
She bit her lips out of pleasure and moaned at every touch. "Pant... pant... you know how to make a woman go crazy." Amy said as she let out a heavy breath. "How long are you to tease me Arthur? You know it's not good to leave a woman waiting." She grinned at him, her face looked like she wanted more than a kiss. Arthur looked at her "Then you need to ask for it. Why don't you say *please* and ask me to f*ck you instead."
Amy became more aroused, her mind went blank "Please, f*ck me instead. Use me as you like." Her words are no longer from her mouth but her desire for lust. "F*ck me until morning. I don't care as long as you satisfy me." Amy was driven away by the pleasure. "Then spread your legs, I'll give you something you crave," Arthur says, taking off his pants as Amy spread her legs open and put away her undergarments.
No more playing and teasing. Arthur pulled out his junk and put it on her belly. Amy can't help but look at it. Her breath became heavy to feel its size again, the feeling of it entering her, the length it could reach and the amount of pleasure she felt from a single thrust making her mind go blank. "Spread it, if you want me to put it inside," Arthur said, and Amy just followed it, putting her fingers at her inner thigh and pull it each on the opposite side making a way for his junk to enter.
Arthur put the tip at the opening and suddenly gave it a hard thrust. Amy hadn't yet prepared for the intensity, immediately curved her back and twitched, leaving a small voice that sounded like someone couldn't catch their breath. Arthur just laughed at it and whispered to her, "Get ready, Amy. Because I won't let you rest. I'll f*ck your brain out tonight until you can't move." Amy couldn't stop twitching from the sudden shock, but Arthur kept ramming his junk in and out and just a few minutes, Amy squirted a lot, leaving the bed wet.
Amy couldn't handle all the intensity she received and passed out. Arthur pulled her hair and made her face him. "Ouhh, you still can't handle me and yet you're brave enough to talk big saying all that bullsh*t." He tapped her face and brought her out of the faint. "Wake up, we still haven't yet finished . You've got a long night waiting for you," says Arthur. He turned her around and continued to f*ck her. For hours, they went on, changing different views, getting wetter each time they got into orgasm, moans that filled up the room, making the night into a turn into a lustful night.
A night of desire comes to an end. Amy was knocked out and lying on her stomach drenching in her sweat and orgasm fluid. She couldn't even muster any energy to move and just lay down trying to catch her breath. Arthur, on the other hand, was sitting at the side of his bed, drinking some water with his body covered in sweat. He looked at her lying beside him and grabbed her *ss cheek, "I'm impressed you can hold on this long. The first time I f*cked you, you immediately fainted after 2 rounds." Amy tried to say, "Not fair... you - keep f*cking me-like I'm your toy." Arthur let go and stand up. "I heard you begging me to use you however I want, or did I hear it wrong, huh?"
He put on his shorts. "You better go back to your apartment if you don't like to get into trouble." He looked at the time on his phone, showing 2 A.M. "The guard should be patrolling by now. Try to avoid it if you don't your *ss to get caught ". She turns around, still trying to catch her breath. "I think I want to stay here, I don't have any strength left to move." He sighs. "At least go take a shower or sum. My bed reeks of sweat."
"Our sweats not mine only," she adds, "besides, you're the one who makes me like this, your heartless bastard." Arthur just ignored her and went to the bathroom. "Yeah... yeah... You're not the first person to call me that. So don't expect me to give a single f*ck." He comes out a few minutes later and Amy just snatched his towel. "I don't bring mine, so expect me to use your d*ckhead." Arthur just let out a sigh before he put on his shorts and slept on his couch.