Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(51)

Hell, nothing had ever been this good before.

“Lynx…”

One of his hands dropped and she felt him working the button on her shorts free. When the waistband loosened, his hand dipped inside, sliding against her skin but not quite getting to the spot she needed him most.

He groaned, pulling back from her, and Reagan whimpered when the heat of his mouth disappeared.

Relief swamped her when she realized he wasn’t stopping.

No, Lynx seemed to be focused solely on getting her naked, and she damn sure wasn’t fighting him. He tugged her boots from her feet, then yanked her shorts and panties down until her bare butt was on the warm metal.

“Lean back,” he commanded.

Placing her hands behind her, Reagan nearly fell back when Lynx lifted her feet and placed them on the edge of the tailgate before his head dropped down between her splayed thighs. When his fingers separated her pussy lips, she gulped in air, her head falling back as a strangled moan escaped her throat. And when his tongue slid against her clit, she cried out.

Reagan didn’t have time to react, to feel even an ounce of modesty, because his mouth obliterated her thoughts, one glorious sensation overrode the next until she was panting and moaning.

It was an awkward position, but it didn’t seem to faze Lynx, because he slid his hands under her ass and cradled her as his tongue did wicked things, thrusting inside her, then teasing her clit repeatedly. She was desperate for release, hanging on by a fragile thread when he lifted his head. Unable to help herself, Reagan sat upright, reaching for him as he crushed his mouth to hers. She tasted herself on his lips, once again clutching his head, holding him so he couldn’t get away.

She vaguely heard the crinkle of a wrapper, felt Lynx moving, knew he was sheathing himself. She wanted to watch, wanted to see his cock for the first time, wanted to take him in her mouth, but he seemed to have other intentions and she wanted him so much she hurt.

“Reagan… Need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she moaned in earnest, her lips sliding against his as they breathed each other’s air.

He shifted her back as he crawled up onto the tailgate. He wrestled with his jeans, shoving them lower before settling between her thighs, his big body looming over her. Then she felt the blunt head of his cock against her entrance. When he pushed in, her breath caught in her throat, her body trying to accommodate him. All of him. He was much bigger than she’d imagined him to be.

“Girl… Jesus fuck … this ain’t gonna last long.”

No, it wouldn’t. She was on the verge of climaxing already, her body strung tight as he pushed in slowly.

But she didn’t want slow.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, holding on to him.

His hips thrust forward and he was lodged all the way inside her. Reagan drew in air as fast as she could, his cock filling her, stretching her. It was too much but not enough. The pain warred with pleasure, and she forced herself to relax around him, to let the pleasure win out.

“Please … Lynx…” She was on the verge of tears. She wanted him so much she ached with it.

“Hold on to me, girl,” he crooned, pulling his mouth from hers.

He propped himself up on one hand, his other hand dropped to her ass, and he held her tightly against him. Then he was retreating, slamming into her hard. Her skin tingled as the pleasure consumed her. And when Lynx began fucking her hard, drilling into her, Reagan knew without a doubt that she would never forget this moment for as long as she lived.





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Fucking Reagan on the tailgate of his truck had never been his intention. Not for their first time together, that was for damn sure. However, getting to a softer surface would require time and he didn’t have it. He needed her with an intensity that robbed him of his good sense.

Lynx had always known that his world would be forever changed once he sank deep inside this woman. He hadn’t known how much though.

He prided himself on being an attentive lover, but when it came to Reagan, he couldn’t seem to control himself. He wanted to fuck her until neither of them could breathe. Then he wanted to start all over again. His entire body was hard, his muscles straining as he plunged deep, retreated, then slammed into her again. He didn’t give a fuck about finesse, only about sating the urge that had been burning inside him for so long.

“Lynx … so close … oh, God.”

Reagan’s fingernails dug into his shoulders, and Lynx fucked her harder, faster, driving them both closer to the edge. He only prayed he wasn’t hurting her, because he was out of control when it came to this woman.

He could feel her pussy milking him, squeezing his cock, her body welcoming him with every grueling thrust of his hips.

“Reagan…” It was a warning growl that he couldn’t hold back. He was going to come.

“Yes … Lynx … God, yes. Just … like … that.”

Every one of her words was punctuated by a punishing plunge of his cock inside the silky, wet depth of her pussy, and her sweet cries only made him want more, until he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer.

Reaching between them, he pressed his thumb against her clit, circling the hardened bundle of nerves until she screamed out his name over and over, her pussy pulsing around his dick, robbing him of air and sanity when his body was rocketed past the breaking point, headfirst into a climax unlike anything he’d ever known.