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—"
