Page 69 of Bleeding Blackheart

I take a moment to genuinely consider his suggestion. My main fear with belts really only has to do with them colliding with my ass. My worries start to melt away slowly while I look at the nubuck accessory bundled in his left hand. “That would be okay.”

Gunner shows me his bright smile, stepping behind me to unclip my bralette. “I’m very proud of you, little fox. I’ll take care of you. Don’t be scared, baby.”

His hands guide me out of the material gently, and I melt into his tender touch. He passes me his belt, wrapping my hands around it. “Hold this for me for a moment.” My heart races with it in my hands, feeling the weight of it. He gives me a reassuring nod. “Touch it. Feel it. It’s not gonna bite you. Not like I’m gonna.”

I smile and start inspecting it while he unbuttons his pants in front of me slowly. I’ll never get tired of watchinghim undress. His body is so big and strong and makes me feel safe from the world.

The belt is soft and flexible with nubuck on one side and Nappa on the inside, and I slide it through my hands slowly while Gunner pulls his jeans down around his hips, followed by his black underwear.

“Keep getting used to it, Montana,” he breathes, stroking himself slowly. His eyes fall to my exposed nipples, and he wraps my black lace bralette around his shaft, squeezing it around himself as he moves his hand up and down.

I shift on the couch and get embarrassed when I see the wet spot below me, but Gunner snaps his fingers at me and shakes his head. “Don’t fret about that. He can buy a new one.” My embarrassment only increases, realizing that Colt’s gonna see the mess we made.

Gunner starts to moan a little while he strokes himself faster, and then precum spills from his slit onto my sheer bra. He pulls it away, tucking it into his back pocket, and then he comes back up to me, gently pulling the belt from my hands while he tosses a pillow on the floor. “On your knees, sweet girl.”

I kneel before him confidently. He walks around me again with the belt in hand, and then he wraps it aroundmy wrists, tying them tightly behind my back, wrapping the slack around my hands several times.

When he steps back in front of me, he kisses the top of my head. “Just like the handcuffs. A little tighter, but it’s basically the same thing.”

I nod my head, and he tilts my chin up. “You okay?”

His calloused fingers stroke my jaw, and then gently slide down the sides of my neck. I soften as each second goes by, feeling my body open up to more. “Yes.”

He sighs happily and grabs the back of my neck. “Open your mouth for me.”

I open willingly, sticking my tongue out while he slides his dripping dick into my mouth slowly. As soon as I feel his tip, I swirl my tongue around it, and he tightens his grip on my neck. “Careful there, little fox. If you get too fancy, I’m gonna be rough with you. I want to take it slow with you tonight. Let me lead. Let me use your throat and fuck it how I want, and you stay still on your knees like the pretty doll you are.”

The first time Gunner used me like a doll, I felt broken after. Hopefully this time will be better. I lay my tongue back down, allowing him to glide over it while he gets comfortable in my mouth.

His fat cock makes my lips stretch and my jaw widen, and his legs start to shake the deeper hegoes back. “Good Lord, Montana. You’re an angel, baby. My pretty, dirty little angel.”

My back arches naturally when he starts to pump his hips against my face. I take in his taste and smell, sweaty and earthy, and I get wetter because of it. My drool starts to slip out of my mouth each time he pulls his hips back, and when he pushes them forward again, it spills down my chest and onto the floor.

“Oh, Montana. Oh, baby.” He sinks both of his hands into my hair, holding my head down while he fucks my face. “You’re so sexy. So fucking beautiful.”

I moan around him happily, lacing my fingers together while the belt keeps my hands close.

It feels so good being used by him. The way he’s using me right now makes me feel so special and treasured. I’m all his. I’m his to use. I’m the one who gets to know his body like this, his taste, his touch, his smell, and make him feel good.

One of his hands grips my neck while the other grabs one of my tits. I’m so lost in the moment when I’m completely shocked at what he says next. “Fuck, I love you, Montana.”

Did he just say he loves me? Gunner loves me. He loves me? His cock is still in my mouth. He said he loves me withhis cock in my mouth. I look up at him, and his eyes are wide and fearful as if he shocked himself.

That definitely wasn’t planned. I start to feel awkward, wanting to pull away. It’s not that I don’t want Gunner to love me. I just feel bad if he said it in the heat of the moment because he’s feeling good. And I thought if he ever said those words to me it wouldn’t be in a situation like this.

He pulls out of my mouth slowly, still hard and red. “I’m so sorry, Montana.”

My heart starts to hurt. “It’s okay, Gunner. Really. I know it just slipped out.”

“It did,” he replies quickly.

The pain in me increases. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m alright.” I’m so far from alright right now.

He smiles bashfully and bites his lip. “I did mean it. I do mean it. I just wasn’t planning on telling you like this.”

I stay still, stunned, and his smile drops. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way. I’ve really fucked things, haven’t I?”

I smile this time. “I’m glad you meant it. I’m glad you mean it because I love you too, Gunner.”

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