Page 94 of Bleeding Blackheart

He chuckles at my eagerness while his eyes dilate. One of his hands leaves my ass just so he can suck on his middle finger, coating it and getting it wet with his spit. Then he drags it around the base of his shaft, wiping up my wetness,and when his finger is dripping, he slips his finger between my cheeks, sliding it into my hole slowly.

“I love the way your ass grips me, Montana.”

I give his finger a squeeze while I ride, and he smiles. “Do that again.”

I squeeze him repeatedly, grinding and bouncing while my tits shake in his face. “You make me do things I never dreamed of, cowboy.”

He licks his lips while he pants, using everything he has to keep it together, sliding his finger deeper and spinning it around. “I’m gonna teach you so much more, little fox. You’re going to be my personal little fuck toy to use and enjoy however and whenever I want.” His smile widens. “And I’m gonna be yours.”

I rub my nipples slowly, feeling my body get weaker and my orgasm get closer. “I can’t wait to use your body every day.”

His nostrils flare, and his finger slides in and out of me faster. “I can’t wait to use yours.”

That does it. I cease all movements, holding myself still silently, and Gunner grits his teeth. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing around me, baby.” He grunts, and then I feel his body vibrating below me, his cum filling me up while his hips take over.

We grab each other’s hands, riding our high together, and when I finally lift my knees, his seed pours down my legs.

Gunner eases me off him while he stands up, and after a moment, he returns with a warm cloth to wipe my thighs, not making me go to sleep with sticky legs. There’s still some of him in my pussy, but he leaves it there, wanting it leaking out in the night.

After he comes back from the bathroom, he hops back in bed with my bonnet, pulling it over my head, and I wiggle my body up to him, pressing my head against his chest. His warm arms cocoon me, tracing circles on my back. “I love you so much, Montana.”

I kiss the center of his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “I love you too, Gunner.”

Our hearts start to slow and we breathe evenly again, coming down from the marathon we just finished. My eyes drift around Gunner’s rustic room, taking in the wood-paneled walls, arched ceiling, and handmade furniture. He bundles the warm quilt higher around us, and all I can think about is how cozy it’ll be to snuggle up by a fire with him in a couple of months.

He kisses my hairline, massaging my arms while he pulls me closer. “You are a damn hot water bottle, Montana. How are you sowarm?”

With his arms keeping me covered, I could stay warm with his body alone. “I could say the same thing about you.”

He slides a hand higher, rubbing my neck. “I hope you enjoy your new toys.”

The day has felt so long that my time on the kitchen table almost feels like it was yesterday. “I really do.”

“Good.” He rubs his thumb over my cheek and down the column of my neck. “I hope you’ve had a good day.”

Today has been a day unlike any other, but that’s everyday with Gunner. I was nervous when I woke up, remembering what I’d requested we do this morning. I couldn’t get back to sleep when I woke up before Gunner, so I put on something sexy to make him breakfast and to try to get myself in a good mood. Then when we went to see Margaret, I broke down, being in the place she last was and having the chance to honor her.

I had no idea what the rest of the day would be like, but I didn’t know that I’d be gifted a custom bouquet made by my favorite guy. And things just got more and more fun from there. I stroke his soft lips with my fingers, brushing my thumb against his stubble that’s turning back into a beard. “I had a beautiful day. Thank you.”

He grabs my palm, kissing my fingertips. “I should be thanking you.”

“What for?”

He kisses my thumb. “For being so damn sexy.” His lips press against my index finger. “For not murdering me in my sleep during our first few days together.” I laugh, and he sucks my middle finger. “For being such a damn good lover.” My cheeks heat, and he kisses my ring finger. “For giving me your love that I’m not worthy of.” He flicks my pinky with his tongue. “For having the biggest heart, and for accepting mine.”

I don’t even realize my eyes are watering until he wipes them, kissing my nose and lips when he does.

“I’m never gonna feel this way about anyone else for the rest of my life, Gunner.”

“I know. I feel the exact same way about you. There is no one else for me, Montana. You couldn’t be more made for me if I built you myself.”

My laughter gets me another kiss. “I guess you’re stuck with me forever then, cowboy.”

He smirks. “You’re the one who’s stuck with me.”

We sit in silence, snuggling and smelling each other until I start to get sleepy. “Will you sing me to sleep?”

He tucks my forehead under his chin. “Are you still having nightmares?”

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