Page 86 of Bleeding Blackheart

I lift my hips higher, trying to grind myself against him as best as I can while he drills me into the bed. “You’re the only man I’ve ever trusted to enter my heart, Gunner. I’ve never felt more safe, happy, protected, and loved than I do with you.”

His warm lips kiss all over my face and neck, and I dissolve into him, wanting to become one. My soul reaches for his, and I feel everything in him wrap around me, holding me close, refusing to let go.

I bury my face in Gunner’s neck, smelling his floral soap that we share mixed with his sweat. His hair tickles my chest and pelvis, and I bask in the pleasuring sensation, feeling like I could do this all day long.

Gunner’s hips move a little faster, and I whimper when I feel my rib ache. He slows down, moaning repeatedly. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be gentle.”

I brush my nose over his and bite his bottom lip. “I can take it. Don’t slow down. I want you to take what you need from me.”

Gunner’s warm breath covers my neck while his hips clap against mine, hard and steady. His hands pin down my arms, and I spread my legs wide, wanting to be as open as possible for him. He bends his head to lick my shakingtits, and the bed frame hits the wall while he fucks me harder. “Fuck, baby. You’re so lovely and perfect, Montana. So soft and sweet.”

I stare into his happy eyes, feeling myself getting closer. “You make my pussy feel incredible.”

He presses a kiss to my nose, barely hanging on. “Tell me how I can make it feel even better. Tell me what my pussy needs, little fox.”

I breathe slower, feeling myself right there. “Come on me, Gunner. I want you to come on my pussy. Rub it all over me.”

Gunner pumps in me a few more seconds while his eyes roll back, and my body tightens when he pulls out, squirting over my vulva in long ribbons that spray forward and hit my chest.

“Fuck, Montana.” He rubs his dripping dick all over my entrance, and I sink my fingers in his seed that coats my tits, rubbing it over my nipples.

Our mixed fluids spill out of me, and he grins when he looks down, satisfied at the mess we’ve made. “Do you think you can handle a little more, little fox?”

I sit up, needing to catch my breath. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

He leans forward and bites my tits. His warm tongue drags over my bruised flesh, and when he pulls back, hesmacks my pussy. “Get on your knees, and rest your head on one of the pillows.”

I reach forward, grabbing the pillow I just had my head on, and bring it forward until I can lean my face against it on the side.

Gunner’s warm hands rub my ass softly. “This might hurt a little, Montana, but I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

I feel our cum run down my legs while he swipes a finger through it, rubbing it over my ass. “I know you will. I want to feel you inside every part of me.”

Gunner groans behind me, teasing my hole gently, adding more cum before he sticks the tip of his finger in. “I can’t wait to show every inch of your body love, Montana. But before we do this, I need you to know something.”

I look over my shoulder at him into his vulnerable eyes. “What is it?”

He gulps while he slides his finger in me a little deeper. “I’ve never had anal sex before either.”

A laugh escapes me, causing him to smile. “Well, I’m glad we get to do it together.”

He laughs and eases on the bed behind me. “Me too.”

I wiggle my hips against his finger, enjoying the sensation. “I really like thisso far.”

His voice takes on its more confident edge again. “That makes me so happy, little fox. Do you think you can handle a second finger?”

It feels like his index one is inside me, and although it’s as deep as possible, it’s not painful. “I can try?”

He pulls his finger out and goes over to his nightstand drawer. “Let’s do two fingers with some lube, and if you’re feeling okay after that, we’ll give it a try.”

I watch him while he brings the bottle back over to the bed, and I rest my head on my pillow again when I hear the bottle open and feel the liquid spilling between my cheeks. “Sounds like a plan.”

Gunner puts the bottle aside, rubbing circles around my rim again before he puts two fingers at my opening. “If you want me to stop, little fox, you better say milkshake.”

I laugh again, feeling him ease in me slowly, but I bite my pillow when he gets halfway. “I feel really full.”

He stays where he is for a moment, scissoring his fingers slowly inside my ass. “Let me know when to keep going.”

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