Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(74)

“Lynx,” she moaned softly when he sucked one nipple into his mouth, pulling her closer as he laid her back on the bed.

“I fuckin’ love when you say my name.” He would never tire of it, not if he lived to be two hundred.

When he tried to kiss down her body, Reagan’s fingers tugged roughly on his hair, pulling a rough groan from his chest, the sensation making his dick throb.

“Inside me,” she insisted roughly. “Right. Now.”

He grinned, unable to refuse her anything.

Sitting back on his knees, Lynx rolled the condom over his length, watching the sexy woman laid out before him. Her eyes were traveling over his body, leaving heat in their wake.

“Turn over,” he commanded, meeting her gaze.

The sexy grin she shot him had electrical sparks igniting beneath his skin.

Reagan Trevino on all fours before him was a sight to behold, there was no doubt about that.

However, he had something else in mind.

Wrapping one arm around her waist and one hand around his dick, he pulled her back so that she was kneeling before him, her back pressed to his chest. He brushed the sensitive head of his cock against her entrance.

“Lynx,” she hissed, her hips pushing back against him. “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckled softly. “Trust me, girl, I ain’t teasin’.”

Lynx pulled her hips back, the head of his dick pushing inside her as he kept her body as close to his as he could manage. He groaned as the hot sheath of her pussy engulfed him.

Before he could work himself into her slowly, Reagan eased down on him, his cock sliding in deeper.

“Fuck,” he groaned, wrapping both arms around her and holding her to him. “You feel so fuckin’ good. So goddamn good.” He rocked her forward, then pulled her down on him until he was lodged balls deep in her sweet pussy. “Now fuck me, Reagan,” he ordered.

She began rocking back against him, the friction of her pussy making his head spin. He ran his lips over her neck, sucking and nipping while she took what she needed. He wasn’t in a rush, so he kept her wrapped tightly in his arms, allowing very little movement. It was enough though. It was fucking perfect.

That didn’t last long as Reagan writhed, trying to take more of him, seemingly as desperate as he was. When Reagan began rocking faster, Lynx thrust harder, deeper. While their bodies slapped together, Lynx held on, sliding one hand down the smooth, taut skin of her belly, seeking her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, God … Lynx.”

“I’m gonna make you come,” he insisted. “Then I’m gonna fuck you some more.”

Reagan moaned, long and loud.

“That what you want? Me to fuck you all night? Buried in your sweet pussy?”

“God, yes,” she whispered roughly.

Lynx pressed his thumb against her clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves while Reagan writhed against him.

“Oh, shit…” she cried out. “Lynx … I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, girl.”

Her body tensed and Lynx pumped his hips, fucking her with shallow strokes while she rode out her first climax. When she relaxed slightly, he released the tight grip he had on her body and followed her down so that he was kneeling behind her, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her wet heat.

Gripping her hips, he began fucking her deeper, pulling out slowly, then pushing in again. Over and over, he kept a slow, leisurely pace, the friction of her body against his cock the greatest feeling on earth.

“More,” she begged. “Harder.”

Lynx retreated, then drove in deeper, harder, leaning over her so that his chest was once again pressed against her back, his hips driving forward, back. His pace increased with the urgency of her moans. He sucked the sensitive skin of her neck into his mouth. He didn’t give a shit if he marked her. Hell, he wanted that. He wanted the fucking world to know that she belonged to him.

The longer he fucked her, the more tension eased from his body until he was nothing more than one sensation after another. Pure feeling.

“Stop,” Reagan insisted.

Lynx’s hips stilled instantly, his head spinning. He wasn’t sure what was happening.

She tossed her hair back and grinned at him over her shoulder.

“I wanna be on top,” she said, that sexy smirk making his cock jerk inside her.

The next thing he knew, Lynx was sitting up against the headboard while Reagan was straddling his hips, taking him inside her body once more.

“Now, kiss me,” she demanded, her lips coming over his.

Lynx did. He kissed her, holding her to him while she rode his cock.

She nipped his lower lip and he hissed, his cock jerking.

“Keep that up and I’m gonna come,” he informed her.

“That’s what I’m hopin’ for.”

“Yeah?” God, he loved this woman.

“Oh, yeah. I want you to lose control for me,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Trust me. You don’t want that.”

Reagan pulled back, her eyes meeting his. “Yeah. I do.”

“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for, girl.”

And Lynx knew she really didn’t. Because she was right. He had been holding back.

But one day, he would unleash on her.