Page 57 of Bleeding Blackheart

I want to taste him. I need to. I whip my legs around him, facing the opposite way while I stay on his face, and I pull back his towel, taking the head of his dick into my mouth.

“Montana Elizabeth,” he moans against my pussy lips. I smile at his use of my first and middle names, but I start to whimper around his dick when he shoves his tongue back inside me and spanks my ass with both hands.

I love the way he feels on my tongue. His cock is so long and girthy that I can’t take him all the way at this angle, but I probably could if I was on my knees.

Each flick of my tongue makes him move his mouth faster, and when I suck on the head, he bucks his hips underneath my face, getting me to take him deeper.

His legs start to tremble, and I’m filled with pride knowing that I’m getting him closer. Lifting my head, I pull him out of my mouth just so I can wrap a hand around the base of him while I give his dick long and slow strokes. “I want you to come in my mouth, Gunner. I want to taste you on my tongue and swallow you.”

He massages my ass while he moves his tongue from front to back. “I need you to come for me first, baby. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

I press my hips against his face, rubbing my clit on his stubble. “Yes. I’m nearly there. Keep sucking me.”

He draws my clit back into his mouth, sucking me deep while I moan around his dick, feeling my orgasm pulsate through me from my head to my toes.

I pull him out of my mouth again, just to give him my command. “Come for me, cowboy.”

He slides his hands up and down my sides. “Put your mouth back on me and swallow every drop.”

I open my mouth wide and slide onto him quickly, pulling my lips together while I try to go deeper than before. His hot, salty seed spills on my tongue, and I press my tongue against him, keeping it all inside my mouth while I drink it down.

“Montana,” he grunts, fucking my throat. “God, you’re incredible, Montana. So fucking perfect, baby.”

I slide off him, rolling onto my back, nearly falling off of the edge of the bed. Before I can, Gunner grabs my ankle, dragging me back to safety.

I give him a flirty smile and sit up, leaning over him. “Thanks for saving me.”

He picks up my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of my palm. “I’m always gonna save you, little fox.”

Instead of going to the fancy restaurant in town like Colt suggested, Gunner took me to a burger place I wanted to go to instead, and I’m glad he considers what I want. Well, he didn’t before, but he’s making an active effort to do so now.

With my dress from earlier in the wash, I wear one of his large T-shirts like a dress paired with my black leather boots. He told me he has one more surprise before we head in for the night, and I can’t wait to see what it is.

We’re still in the Camero, and I hate that we have to head home without it. Gunner drives slow with the windows down with his hand on my thigh, and in this moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else. The man next to me has breathed life back into my hopeless body, and I pray the fire he’s given me never stops burning.

The road we’re on disappears, and we pull onto gravel. Gunner parks, and then his warm hand leaves my body so he can come to my side of the car and help me out. I look around me and see that we’re in a field of flowers. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

He takes my hand in his, pulling me by his side into the field. “You should’ve woken up to a bouquet of flowers from me this morning. At the very least, I should’ve bought you some before our date this afternoon. But since I didn’t, I’m getting you flowers now, and I’m going to giveyou a flower for every single thing I love about you, and when I’m done, you’ll take your bouquet home.”

He loves things about me?

Gunner bends down, picking up a single white daisy. “This one is for your sweet laugh that I plan to earn every day.”

I take the daisy from his hands, getting emotional all of a sudden.

He hands me a purple pansy, brushing his thumb over my wrist when he lets the bloom go. “This one is for your bright smile that I’m not worthy of seeing.”

I add the flower to my stack while he leads me through the nature further.

“This one is for your left eye that looks like a cross-section of a Reese’s Cup.” I take the yellow pansy, feeling a tear stream down my face.

He bends down, still holding my free hand. “Now this one is for your right eye that reflects the brightest green halo around your iris when the sun hits it just right.” I add my fourth flower to my bundle, wondering if he’s ran out of things, but he surprises me when he goes on.

“This one is for the way your hair smells when you get out the shower.” He grins. “I love that fucking smell.”

I laugh through my tears, taking on flowerfive.

He creates his own rows, winding and weaving me through them while I receive blooms for the sounds I make when I sleep, the way my nose wiggles when I first wake up in the morning, one for how soft my hands are, another for how warm my body is, an assortment for my assets, and a large sunflower for the sound I make when I’m coming.

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