Page 92 of Bleeding Blackheart

Gunner smacks my right ass cheek and moves around the table to flick my right nipple with his tongue. “You won’t get my cock until you come at least four times.”

My body is in that place. Right where that feeling is about to rush over and make my body twitch and my back arch. “I’m so close, baby. Please, keep licking me.”

Gunner bends over so he can lick both of my tits while he claps both of my ass cheeks. It takes seconds before I explode, my ass twitching around the vibrating plug while I collapse onto my hands and knees on the table.

My man doesn’t let up, slapping my ass repeatedly with the paddle while I shake uncontrollably. My rib is still sore, but I’m more focused on the experience I’m getting that’s unlike anything I’ve had before.

After ten spanks on each cheek, I’m nearing the edge again, but I need more. Gunner rubs the paddle up and down between my thighs and slips his hand in my pantiesto turn up the vibrator. “Tell me what your pussy needs, little fox, and maybe you’ll get it.”

I feel myself start to leak out of my panties just like he told me he wanted me to. “I need you to touch my clit.”

Gunner hums low. “Hmm. I’ll touch your clit. But not with my fingers. You haven’t earned those yet.” He slaps the inside of my legs with the paddle. “Spread your thighs.”

I open my legs wider, and I feel the paddle press against my clit. His fingers slide over my ass crack again to increase the plug intensity, and I move my hips back and forth quickly, gritting my teeth while my second orgasm rips through, making my toes curl while I grip the tablecloth.

The paddle slips inside my panties, rubbing in my juices, and then it’s dragged down my thighs, coating me in my cum.

“Such a good girl. Two more, and you’ll get to wrap that soaked pussy around my dick. You’ll give me two more, won’t you?”

I nod my head eagerly, and he helps me lie on my back, pulling my panties down my legs. When I look up at him, he’s licking and sucking the soaked fabric, moaning at the taste of me on his tongue.

“You taste so sweet, baby. I love swallowing your honey.”

I reach for him, wanting more. “Make me come again. I need to feel you inside me.”

Gunner grabs my massage wand, hovering it over my clit. “I’m getting ready to ruin all other vibrators for you.”

I bend my knees and hold them close to my chest. “You’ve already ruined all other cocks for me.”

He slaps my pussy with his bare hand. “And don’t you ever fucking forget it. I’m the first and last man who will ever taste, touch, smell, or come in this cunt, baby. It belongs to me.”

“It belongs to you,” I repeat back, staring at the wand I’m desperate to feel.

He turns it on, gently tapping it to my clit then pulling away, back to back while I get used to the gadget. “This is a treat, Montana. Don’t let me wake up in the middle of the night to you using this thing. If your pussy needs attention, you’ll reach for my cock. And you’ll get this only when you’ve been a very good girl.”

I lick my lips when he brings it closer to me. “Have I been a good girl?”

He smiles and presses the toy against me, angling it in different directions. “The very best.”

I scream out into our house when I feel it on me again, shuddering on the table. Gunner rotates it around my pussy lips and my clit until it’s soaked, and when I wrap my legs around his arm, he gives me a little more pressure, pulling the orgasm from within me.

I’m tearing up when he finally pulls away, and he bends down, swirling his tongue over my tenderness and through my seam. “That’s my girl. One more, and you can have me any way you want me.”

He sucks on my clit tenderly, and I shut my eyes, feeling like I’m barely hanging on. “I don’t know if I have another in me.”

His lips pull away, licking up my thighs and over my vulva. “You do. You can do it.”

I don’t feel as confident as he does about this, but I don’t feel like protesting.

Standing up, he puts the wand back over me, and I bite my tongue at the sensitivity. Gunner’s eyes darken while he presses a little harder. “Does it feel like it’s too much?”

I try to wiggle away from him. “Yeah.”

He wraps his hand around my ankle, holding me in place. “Come for me again, and you’ll get a break.”

My clit starts to ache, and I clench my thighs together. “I might pass out before then.”

He presses a little harder, rotating the handle again. “Then I guess you’ll just pass out.”

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