Chapter 8 - Colt
She's an amazing cock sucker. No doubts about it.
Harper sucked me like the world was about to end, like my cock was the only thing keeping her alive. If I hadn't stopped her, I would have cum right there on that bench, blown my load down her throat within minutes.
And fuck, what a sight that would have been. Those plump lips stretched around me, those amber eyes looking up while she swallowed every drop.
But I want more than that. Want to be inside her. Want to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock instead of just her mouth.
And who knew this beautiful woman would be this crazy? Would be okay with fucking in a public park where anyone could walk by? I fucking love it. Love seeing her flourish, love how she knows what she wants and she's going to take it no matter what.
I'm still fingering her, two fingers pumping in and out while my thumb circles her clit. Her eyes are rolling back, her legs stretching out, her whole body going tense. She's close. I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around my fingers, in the way her breathing gets shallow and desperate.
"Colt," she gasps, stumbling over her words. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum—"
I lean in close, my lips right against her ear. "Cum for me, Harper. Let me feel it."
She does, stifling her moans with her own hand as her body trembles and shakes. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers so hard it almost hurts, and I work her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she's boneless and panting.
Only when she finally cools down, when those aftershocks fade, do I pull my fingers free and bring them to my mouth, tasting her. Sweet and musky and absolutely fucking perfect.
"Sit on my cock," I tell her, and she takes a deep breath before straddling me.
She reaches between us, guiding my cock to her entrance, and then slowly sinks down.
The feeling is indescribable. So warm, so wet, so fucking tight that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.
Her pussy stretches around me, taking me inch by inch, and I can't help but look at her face.
Rosy cheeks. Half-lidded eyes. Mouth agape in pleasure.
She looks fucking gorgeous.
She starts to move, slowly bouncing on my cock, and I can see her breasts jiggling even under her sweater. I slide my hands underneath the fabric, reaching up to grab them, and—
Fuck. No bra.
Her breasts fill my palms perfectly, soft and heavy and real. I squeeze, and she giggles breathlessly.
"I don't like wearing bras," she confesses, still riding me. "I avoid them whenever I can. And before you say anything, it has nothing to do with expecting this to happen."
"Of course not," I say playfully, even though we both know that's bullshit. But I don't care. I'm just grateful she made it easier for me to get to these perfect tits.
I keep one hand on her breast, playing with her stiff nipple, rolling it between my fingers. My other hand moves to her ass, grabbing that gorgeous round flesh, helping her set a faster pace and making sure she doesn't fall backward.
She starts bouncing harder, faster, her pussy clenching around my cock with every movement. I fucking love it. Love the feeling of being inside her, love watching her lose herself in pleasure, love knowing that I'm the one making her feel this good.
I can't help myself. I raise her sweater completely and bury my face between her big jiggling breasts, letting them slap against my cheeks as she rides me.
This is a dream. It has to be. No woman has ever felt like Harper.
No woman has ever made me think that once isn't enough when the first time isn't even finished yet.
I want more. More of this. More of her. In the park, in my bed, in her bed, fucking everywhere. Next time I'll go down on her, taste her properly, make her scream my name. We'll do everything we didn't do this time.
"You're incredible," she moans, her voice trembling and sweeter than before.
"I'm not done," I tell her, and then I'm standing, lifting her with my hands still gripping her ass.
She wraps her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck. "What are you doing?"
"About to show you how much I want you."
"You're crazy," she breathes. "I weigh too much for you to be holding me in the air."
I shake my head, adjusting my grip. "You weigh nothing. You're forgetting I work on a ranch, Harper. I lift hay bales heavier than you every single day. You're lightweight for me. Trust me. I'm not gonna drop you."
"You're an idiot," she says, but there's affection in her voice. "But I trust you. Now please fuck me because having your cock inside me and not moving is torture."
I don't reply with words. Instead, I flex my knees and swing forward, slamming my cock deep inside her.
"Oh God!" she cries out.
I do it again. And again. I keep going, thrusting up into her while gravity pulls her down onto me, and the combination makes me hit depths I've never reached before.
She tightens her grip around my torso, her hands wrapping around my neck like she's hugging me. But we're not hugging. We're fucking. Fucking hard and fast and desperate, and I keep thrusting, keep telling her to take it, and she fucking does.
"More," she moans. "Please, Colt, more—"
At that moment, nothing else exists. Not the park, not the possibility of getting caught, not the rest of the world. Just us. Just this. The night belongs to us, and I'm so fucking satisfied but it's not enough. Not for her. She deserves the world, and I'm going to give it to her.
I thrust faster, harder, my muscles burning with the effort but I don't care. Her pussy is so tight, so perfect, gripping my cock like it was made for me.
"Colt!" she screams, tilting her head back, her hair fluttering around her. "I'm coming—I'm—"
She cums, her whole body shaking in my arms, her pussy clenching around me so hard it triggers my own orgasm. I have no time to pull out, no time to do anything but bury myself as deep as I can and let go.
I cum inside her, my hands trembling as I dig my fingers into her flesh to make sure I don't drop her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I keep pumping into her, filling her completely.
"Don't stop," she begs. "Please don't stop—"
So, I don't. Even though I just came, even though my cock is starting to get sensitive, I keep fucking her. Keep moving until it becomes too much, until the sensitivity turns to pain, and only then do I finally pull out.
My cum shoots out of her pussy immediately, leaking down onto the ground, even dirtying my shoes. But I don't care. I just help her sit back on the bench, both of us panting heavily.
"I've never been fucked like that," she gasps, her whole face gleaming with sweat, her hair a mess. But she looks so real, so beautiful, that I can't help myself.
I kiss her deeply, tasting her lips, her tongue, pouring everything I'm feeling into that kiss.
When we break apart, I sit beside her. My cock is dangling, getting soft, a few last drops of cum on the tip.
Harper notices. Of course she does. And instead of being disgusted or tired, she leans down and wraps her hand around my balls, licking those last drops clean.
Fucking hell. She's insane.
"Are you satisfied?" she asks, looking up at me with those innocent amber eyes while my cock is still in her hand.
I blink. Is she serious?
"I'm more than satisfied," I tell her honestly. "I enjoyed this so much that I'm not sure this is the last time we're fucking tonight."
"Good," she purrs. "Because I'm already ready for you again."
"I'll make sure you can't even walk without wobbling," I promise.
She grins. "Maybe we could just spend the whole day tomorrow in bed. Fucking, eating, talking..."
"That sounds perfect," I agree. "But I still have something I'd like to know."
"What's on your mind?" she asks, still catching her breath.
I hesitate. We just had incredible sex, and now I'm about to ask her something heavy. Something that might kill this perfect mood we've created. But I need to know. Need to understand what brought her here before I can think about any kind of future.
"Why did you really come to Blackwater Falls?" I ask.
She looks up at the moon, and I can see her walls going up. This is clearly hard for her, but I need to know. Need to understand what she's running from before we can focus on what we might be building together.
She sighs deeply. "I never expected to have this conversation after fucking a guy I just met." She reaches for her jeans on the ground and pulls them on, covering herself like she needs armor for what she's about to say.
Then she looks at me, and I can see the hurt in her eyes. The raw pain she's been carrying.
"I was supposed to get married," she says simply. "The wedding was all planned. Dress bought, venue booked, invitations sent. Everything was perfect. Or so I thought."
I stay quiet, giving her space to continue.
"Two days before the wedding, I came home early from work." Her voice is flat, emotionless, like she's disconnected from the story she's telling. "Found my fiancé in our bed. With my best friend. They were fucking. My maid of honor was fucking my fiancé in the bed we picked out together."
"Harper—"
"The worst part?" She laughs bitterly. "I heard her say 'she never has to know' right before I walked in. Like they'd been doing this for a while. Like I was just some obstacle they had to work around."
My hands clench into fists. I want to find this asshole and break his fucking face. "What did you do?"
"I left. Grabbed what I could carry, got in my car, and just drove.
Didn't answer any calls, didn't explain to anyone.
Just... ran." She meets my eyes. "My dad used to talk about Blackwater Falls all the time.
Made it sound safe. Like a place where people were honest and real.
So, I came here. And now I'm sitting in a park, half-naked, telling a man I barely know about the worst moment of my life. "