Page 54 of Bleeding Blackheart

“You’re going to ruin my dress, Gunner,” she breathes. I hear her suck a little more, finishing off our beverage, and I can’t get the image out of my head of her on her knees for me.

I slide my fingers out of her, sucking on them as if they’re covered in chocolate syrup. “Come here, baby.”

Montana crosses her legs, getting bashful. “What if someone comes in here?”

I glance at my phone and check the time. “Montana, it’s noon on a Tuesday in the middle of bumfuck Utah. No one is coming in here.”

She gets up and walks around to me, and I pull her into my lap while she wraps her arms around my neck. You’re not supposed to get kissed on a date until the end of the night, but I’m already doing everything else backwards, so I might as well keep going.

I slide my hands under her dress, grabbing her hips while I press my forehead to hers. She brings her soft lips to mine, and I suck up her air, craving her taste on my tongue. I stroke my tongue along hers, wanting her to taste me too, and she whimpers into my mouth when I grind my hips under hers.

I don’t care that we’re in some dingy theater where anyone can see us. The Pope could pop in and I wouldn’t stop myself from doing what I’m about to do. I slide my hands out of her dress, moving them up her waist while I squeeze her breasts, and then I pull at the strings keeping the damn thing on her shoulders, letting her tits free.

She tries to cover herself, but I move her hands out the way. “I want to see you, Montana.”

She yelps when I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. “I need you right now, cowboy.”

I nibble on her peak then pull back to lap at it over and over. “I know, baby. I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.”

I’m getting ready to suck on her other tit and slide my fingers back in her when she starts reaching for my belt. Now I’m the one who’s bashful. “Are you sure you want to do this right now?”

She fiddles with the buckle, trying to get it loose. “Yes. Do you have a condom?”

I watch her while she unbuttons my pants. “No. But I got a vasectomy years ago.”

Her hands stop. “Oh.”

I don’t know why, but something about that throws her off. I smile at her, taking her hands in mine. “Oh?”

She smiles back. “That’s great.” I know there are a million meanings behind her two words, but I won’t push her to explain right now. There’s something more important we need to discuss.

“You need a safe word with me, Montana.” Margaret never had one. We never did anything that crazy. But I’m about to drag Montana to places I’ve never been. Places I know she’s never been either.

She rubs her soaked little pussy on my bulge through my boxers. “I thought people only use safe words for kinky sex.”

“Any sex we have will be kinky, Montana. Choose something to let me know you need a time out or want me to quit no matter what we’re doing. And it can’t be stop. It’ll only turn me on if you say that.”

Her eyes widen with shock, and she nibbles her lip. “How about milkshake? That was the first thing we ever shared together.”

I kiss her nose. “Milkshake. That’s good. I need you to remember that, Montana. Milkshake might just save your life one day.”

She runs her hands through my hair. “Alright.”

I pull down my boxers, flinging my dick free while she stares at it. “Go ahead and slide on. I’ll help you.”

She moves forward until she’s hovering directly over me, and I hold her hips, easing her down while she pushes me inside her.

“Oh,” she yelps, still getting used to the feel of a man.

“Atta girl. You can do it.”

She tries to push back up. “I can’t.”

I pull her back down while her mouth hangs open. “You can do it. Remember your safe word?”

She nods her head. “Milkshake.”

I hold my breath, feeling like I’m on the verge of busting in her any second. “Are you using it?”

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