Page 76 of Bleeding Blackheart

Montana takes off her clothes slowly, and I follow behind her, helping her into the bathroom. I know she’s upset and she’s still scared, but I’m going to make her feel safe and show her that everything’s alright.

I get sad as soon as we step in the shower, remembering what it was like the last time we showered in here together. My entire world had just been destroyed, but my little foxpicked up my pieces and held them close to her heart while she gave me her tender love and nurturing.

Montana and I seem to just keep pouring back and forth into each other, and I’m looking forward to the day when our cups are both overflowing.

She steps in front of the water, and I stand behind her, rubbing her small shoulders. I wanted to get on a plane to Seattle first thing in the morning, but I’m too tired to get up and go again. She falls into my chest, and I slide my hands down her arms, caressing them softly while I rinse her. “Tomorrow, you and me are going to sleep in. It’ll be Saturday morning, and we deserve it. Then, we’re going to get you a damn phone. After that, we’re booking a flight for Seattle Sunday morning so we can go to your apartment.”

Montana smiles for the first time in hours. “Sounds like a perfect day.”

My little fox stays still, letting me wash her. I love taking care of her. For so much of my life, I felt like I was existing without a purpose. With Montana in front of me, I realize that she’s it.

Once I get her cleaned, I wash my body quickly. After we’ve dried off, I undo her braids, fluffing out her dark brown waves and tucking them under her bonnet, then I pull her back to the room to get into bed. By the time I’munder the covers with my eyes closed, I fall immediately into a deep sleep.

I wake up at seven a.m. and smile when I look over and see Montana passed out beside me. Her bonnet stayed on her head for once, and she looks so peaceful. I need to get dressed and feed Violet soon, but I still don’t feel like seeing her. And I need to eat first.

I whisper Montana’s name to see if she’s awake, and when she doesn’t stir, my need for her increases. I start by pressing tender kisses to her warm cheeks and neck while she lays on her back. Her dark, long lashes flutter, but she doesn’t move a muscle. Her skin smells like my lavender soap, and I breathe it in deeply, dragging my nose across her shoulders and chest.

Goosebumps coat her skin with the blanket pulled away, and I drag my tongue up her flat stomach, tasting her salt on my skin. I want to rest my head in the valley of her breasts for eternity. Her chocolate nipples are puckered, and I pull her left one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it slowly. If I hadn’t been the one to put Montanato bed, I’d think she’d been drugged with how fucking still she is right now.

I suck her tit deeper, squeezing the skin as if I can draw milk into my mouth from it. I rest my legs on either side of hers, hovering over her so I don’t suffocate her. Moving my mouth to her other tit, I suck on it slowly, massaging the one I just had my mouth on. Montana makes little noises with her eyes closed. I wish she could see how cute she is right now. I’d film her, but I think that’d be a little too much.

Pressing kisses down her chest, I move my lips lower until I’m rubbing them over that tiny patch of hair she has. It’s dark brown and wavy, just like the hair on her head. My fingers find their way to it, stroking and petting it. She holds still while I slide my fingers between her legs, pulling her pussy lips open.

She’s wet, but not wet enough for my cock. I don’t have lube, and I don’t have the patience to wait much longer, so I open my mouth, letting my drool spill between her slick seam.

I’m terrified to ever leave Montana alone for the night. If she always sleeps this damn heavy, who knows what’ll happen to her if I’m not around?

Rubbing my fingers around her clit, I slide two fingers in her slowly, trying to coat her walls for the fucking she’sgetting ready to receive. “That’s it, girl.” Her hips move a little, and I let some more spit pool in my mouth before dripping it all over her cunt. “We’re almost ready, baby.”

I coat her vulva with my saliva and slide my fingers back in, wetting her walls some more. After one more spit dump on my cock, I fist myself for a minute, getting my dick wet and ready, and then I hold my hands under her ass, cupping her cheeks while I sink into her pussy slowly.

“Goddamn, Montana. You’re so tight, baby.” I’ve been in this girl so many times, and each one feels like the first still. I move my hands away from her ass and grab her hips, resting her butt cheeks on the top of my thighs while I pump into her.

She whimpers a little, but her eyes stay shut. I feel sex crazed around her. Like I’ll never get enough. Thank goodness I have forever. “Fuck, I love your pussy, baby. Such a good, sweet little pussy.” I don’t know if she can hear a damn word I’m saying, but I like praising her all the same. I rub her legs softly while I pick up speed, and I slide my hand up her left ankle, lifting her leg so I can toss her heel over my shoulder and fuck her deeper.

This position makes her groan, and her bright eyes spring open in shock. I don’t say a word to her and don’t stop, rocking in and out of her while her slick cunt grips me. Her look of bewilderment quickly morphs intopleasure, and she bites her soft lips, gripping the pillow under her head for support.

“Touch your clit, baby. I want you rubbing it when I spill my cum inside my pussy.”

Montana pants, grabbing her tits with her left hand and using her right to rub her swollen bud. “You’re gonna break me apart, Gunner.”

I grab her other leg, getting it in the same position on my shoulder. “That’s exactly what I want to do to you.”

Montana’s eyes close, and she tries to wiggle in my grasp, but I grip her ankles tighter and squeeze them, keeping her from moving.

“It’s too much, Gunner. I can’t take it.”

I pick up my speed, getting closer. “You can take it, baby.”

Montana starts to fight against me, but when I look in her eyes, I see they’re filled with the same fire burning through me.

I slip out of her, only so I can flip her on her stomach. She tries to get away from me, losing her bonnet in the process, but I grab her by her hair, pulling her back to me. It’s almost effortless to pin her down and lift her hips. I do so with one arm and use my other to grab her wrists, pinning them behind her while I sink in, one knee in themattress with my other foot flat on it, allowing me to go as deep as possible.

My hips move automatically like I’m being remote controlled, and my little fox shakes under me, unable to resist me taking her. She stays silent, trying to catch her breath, and I explode in her warmth, nearly blacking out as I empty myself.

As soon as I pull out of her, she falls to the mattress in tears, and I flip her on her back to look in her eyes. Before she can say a word, I bury my face between her legs while she sinks her hands in my hair. “Jesus, Gunner.”

I dig my tongue in her, scooping up my cum, and then I climb on top of her body, spitting it into her mouth. She squirms and wiggles against me, but when I pull away, she swallows every drop. “You’re so gross.”

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