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."
