29. Gunner

29

Gunner

A s soon as Montana and I get back upstairs, I press her back against the nearest wall and wrap her legs around me, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth while I kiss her deeply.

Her nails dig into my back while her tits smash together against my chest. “I need you, Gunner. I need you inside me. I’m aching, baby.”

I grind my dick against her soaked slit, pressing quick and wet kisses all over her face. “I know, baby. I’m gonna give myself to you. I promise. I just need to do some more things for you first. Some things you deserve, little fox. I want to show you how special you are.”

She moans against my lips and tugs my hair. “Then get to it.”

I lower Montana to the ground and pull myself away from her to get the massage table ready. “Come here. ”

She makes her way over to me while I set up a satin blanket over it. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to give my girlfriend a massage. Lay down on the table.”

Her hazel eyes light up, and she licks her mauve lips while she climbs on top of it.

I wanted to give Montana a massage to be romantic, but I don’t know how I’m going to focus. Her legs are spread slightly, giving me the perfect view of her pussy. My girl is leaking like a faucet. Her dark brown lips are coated with her sweet cream, and she looks so fucking ready for me.

But I want to make her wait patiently. I want to get her as needy as possible, so I have to take my time regardless of how bad I want to rush.

I grab a black eye mask from the table next to the massage bed and pull it out of the fancy box it’s in, wrapping it around Montana’s eyes. She moans as soon as I secure it, and I pop her ass. “I haven’t even started yet. Save that sound for later.”

She hums softly and licks her lips. “This massage better be good, Gunner.”

I pick up some fancy oil and rub it on my hands. “Montana, this massage is going to make you forget how to speak. ”

She opens her mouth to retort but shuts up as soon as my hands touch her shoulders. I wish my skin was softer against hers, but manual labor has made my hands rough. My little fox doesn’t seem to mind though, so I dig my thumbs into her small back softly, testing out the pressure.

Dragging my fingertips across her shoulder blades, I move them down her arms, squeezing and kneading her.

Montana turns her head to the side on her padded headrest to speak to me. “I feel like I’m at the Four Seasons.”

I slide a hand to her neck, rubbing with gentle pressure while I trail my other oiled hand down her back and in between her legs, rubbing my fingers over her vulva. “Do they do this at the Four Seasons?”

Her ass tilts a little while I cup her. “No.”

The sound of her wet pussy gets louder while I rub the heel of my palm back and forth over her, coating my hand with her cum. “I didn’t think so.” I dig my fingers in her neck a little harder and stroke her clit with my middle finger.

“Oh. Just like that,” she breathes.

I squeeze her cunt a little harder. “Like this, baby?”

Her legs spread wider. “Yes. Just like that. Fuck.”

I slide my hand from her neck down to her lower back, rubbing her above her ass and by her hips. Her cunt is soaked against my other palm, making it harder to stay in control. I slip my oil covered thumb between her plump cheeks and press against her virgin hole, needing to breach it.

Montana’s gentle hip rolls turn into aggressive thrusts while she humps my hand, groaning with her face down. I rub her clit faster and swirl my finger around her hole, teasing her as much as possible so she’s dying for me to slip it in there.

Montana starts to whine, and her body trembles. “I need you to fuck me, Gunner. Please. I’m begging you.”

“I love it when you beg, little fox. You’re so damn good at it. It just makes me want to tease you more.”

“Then maybe I oughta quit begging if it’ll make you move faster. Maybe I’ll just demand it.”

I pull my hand away that’s slick with her sweetness and smack her ass with it. “If you demand it, I’m gonna punish you for being such a bad girl, Montana.”

Grabbing her hips, I slide her down the table until her cunt is hanging off the edge of it, and then I bend over, lowering my face to her pussy.

“Ohhhh, shit.” She buries her face against the massage bed while I lick between her pussy lips slowly.

“You taste so good, baby.” Slurp. “You taste like mine.”

Her ass lifts up, giving me easier access to press my face against her. “I’m yours. I’m all yours. No one else’s. ”

My sweet little thing moans my name repeatedly, making me want to do nothing but bring her as much pleasure as possible.

I smack her tush in between licks, and her sounds only increase in volume as I do so.

Montana rips off her eye mask and whips her head around, looking at me over her shoulder. “Quit being such a fucking tease and fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world.”

I pull my soaked face from her slowly, removing my belt as I stand up. “I have to punish you now, little fox.”

Her eyes widen, and her chest rises and falls quickly. “You said you wouldn’t hit me with that.”

I bring my belt forward, wrapping the flat of it around her mouth. “I’m not. But I’m gonna shut you up while I fuck you, you naughty little bitch.”

Montana chuckles right as I loop the end of my belt through the buckle, cutting off her voice.

Tonight’s sex was supposed to be soft and slow in bed, but it’s too late for all that now.

With the belt wrapped around my fist, I yank down my jeans and boxers, and I sink myself into my girl, making her take me to the hilt .

Montana groans as soon as I hit her cervix, and I yank my belt, arching her neck while I drive into her. “Is this what you needed, dirty girl?”

She grips the table below her, trying to stay on it while I slam into her.

“My dirty girl loves getting punished, doesn’t she?”

The noises she makes under my belt confirm her satisfaction.

I wrap the belt around my fist tighter, bringing the back of her head to my chest so she’s taking me upright on her knees. I snake my other hand around her chest, squeezing her perfect, fat tits. “I love these fucking tits, Montana. These tits were made just for me to suck on. To fuck and come on. I’m gonna come on every single inch of you, little fox. I’m gonna mark you so you never forget who the fuck owns you.”

Montana writhes in my touch, and I know she needs more attention. I reluctantly peel my fingers from her tits just so I can give her pretty, dark mauve, needy bud attention. Just like her pussy, her clit is slick as fuck too. “You get so fucking wet for me, Montana. Just soaked, baby. This pussy knows exactly what it needs to feel better. And it needs my mouth, my cock, and my fingers.”

Her eyes start to roll back, and I know my baby is getting ready to explode. “That’s it, honey. Come for me. ”

Sweat pours down Montana’s chest while her cunt squeezes my dick, and I spill inside her, holding her arms steady so she doesn’t slip off the table.

Once she comes down from her high, I remove my belt, rubbing her tiny face with my hands.

Her shiny eyes look up at me, and when she starts to cry, I panic. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Shit—was the belt too tight? Did I hurt her too much?

Montana wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her face against my chest. “I just really like you, cowboy.”

I lift her off the table, wrapping her soft legs around me. “I really like you too, little fox. I love you.”

I lie in bed with Montana while we wait for our pizza to show up. Neither one of us felt like watching a movie, and we’ve spent the last half hour talking.

Montana touches my lips with her fingers and scoots closer to me. “What’s your last name, Gunner?”

I’m almost upset with her for not knowing, but I laugh at myself for realizing I never told her. “My last name is Winter, Montana Elizabeth. ”

She fiddles with one of the braids I just put in her hair. “Winter. That’s lovely. What’s your middle name?”

I pull her hand off her braid and bite her fingers. “What do you want to know after that? My social security number?”

She smacks her lips. “If I want to know your middle name, I have the right since you knew my entire name the day you came after me. And I’m supposed to know your middle name. I’m your girlfriend.” She winks and wiggles her nose.

“My middle name is River.”

Montana grins. “Gunner River Winter. I bet you were the cutest baby.”

I roll on my back. “I wouldn’t know. My dad burned all of my baby photos.”

She climbs onto my chest, resting her hands on it. “Your dad was a real piece of shit.”

I let out a loud laugh that rocks her on top of me. “He was. Just like yours is.”

Her warm laughter fills my cup, and I rest my hands on her back until our delivery driver rings the doorbell.