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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.
They were both panting hard, sweat covering their bodies as they clung to one another.
When he finally caught his breath, Lynx pulled out of her, slowly, but he couldn’t seem to let go. He never wanted to let go.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice low as he spoke close to her ear.
“God no. That was … fantastic.”
“We’re goin’ to my house,” he stated gruffly, pulling back and meeting her gaze before hopping off the truck to his feet. He removed the condom and tied it off, continuing to look at her. “I’m not done with you yet. And I need a hell of a lot more space to lay you out.”
A wicked smile tilted her mouth, and Reagan Trevino had never looked more beautiful than she did right then. Naked and smiling back at him as though he was her favorite dessert and she’d been deprived of it for ages.
It took a little while, but they both managed to get their clothes on, then climbed back into the truck. Neither of them said anything for the few minutes it took to get to his house. And then, after he’d haphazardly parked near the porch, he got out. Thankfully, he still had some manners. After helping her out, he led her into the house, through the living room, and right to the bathroom. He tossed the spent rubber into the trash can, then turned on the shower.
“Naked,” he ordered, turning his full attention on her once again.
It was as though he hadn’t fucked her not fifteen minutes before. It was as though he’d never had his hands on her before. His body was hard, his cock once again throbbing, eager for anything and everything this woman was willing to give him. He wasn’t sure a hundred lifetimes with Reagan would ever be enough.
“This time I’m gonna go slow.” He reached for her shirt and helped her to dispose of it once more, then he unclasped her bra, gently easing it over her shoulders, his eyes feasting on her perfect tits.
Letting his hands roam slowly up her sides, Lynx looked into her eyes, holding her gaze. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he knew she could read his face like a book. This woman was in total control where he was concerned, even if he was the one calling the shots.
“Your turn,” she whispered, pushing his T-shirt higher.
Wasting no time, Lynx jerked it over his head, loving the way her eyes instantly roamed his torso along with her soft hands. He’d waited so long for her to touch him like this. Too long.
Once they both stripped their remaining clothes off, Lynx took Reagan’s hand and led her into the shower. He kept the water lukewarm because they were both still sweating from the heat outside. It didn’t seem to bother Reagan when the water sluiced over her hair, her skin. He watched as her nipples pebbled. He couldn’t resist cupping her breasts, gently kneading them until she moaned softly.
He sucked in a sharp breath when her fingers circled his dick, teasing him with firm, slow strokes.
Reaching for the soap, Lynx was determined to get them washed up and back to his bedroom. It wasn’t until Reagan took the bar of soap and lathered her hands that he paused. When her hands resumed their position on his dick, Lynx closed his eyes, letting the sensations roll through him.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Never stop doing that.”
Forcing his eyes open, he watched as Reagan took a small step back, her gaze dropping to his cock as she continued to slide her palms up and down his length, the water slowly rinsing the soap away.
“Aww, hell.” He reached for the tiled wall when she eased down to her knees in front of him. He hadn’t been expecting this, but holy fuck, he’d dreamed about this moment plenty of times. In fact, he’d jacked off to fantasies of her sucking him into her sweet little mouth…
“Reagan.” He snapped out her name as her mouth closed over the head of his cock, her tongue circling, teasing.
Lynx couldn’t resist sliding one hand into her hair, holding her as she sucked him deeper. When her eyes lifted to his, he could see the heat, the need. She wanted him as much as he wanted her and his cock pulsed with the knowledge.
“That’s it, girl,” he urged. “Suck me. Deeper. Yes… All the way…” Lynx groaned when she took as much of him as she could.
He watched his dick slide over her lips before disappearing inside her mouth once more. He wanted to see his cock disappearing into her pussy, her ass. And he wouldn’t be content until he’d claimed this woman in every way imaginable.
However, he had no intention of coming just yet. His orgasm from earlier had taken some of the edge off. Which left him with plenty of time to explore her for as long as she would let him.
But in order for him to do that, he had to get her sexy little mouth to release him.
He’d never thought he’d be thinking along those lines.
Admittedly, Reagan had limited experience when it came to sex. She’d been with one man only, so she didn’t have much to compare to, but holy hell, Lynx Caine was a big man. One of her hands barely spanned the full breadth of his cock — the tip of her middle finger and thumb barely touching — and as she took the wide crest past her lips, she briefly wondered how he hadn’t caused her significant pain when he’d fucked her before.
Apparently, her body was made to adjust to him. And she was grateful for that. Not to mention, she was eager to feel him inside her again.
“Come here, girl,” Lynx groaned, reaching for her arm and helping her back to her feet.
“I’m not done,” she told him coyly.
“Neither am I. Trust me.” He swiped his thumb over her lower lip. “I look forward to havin’ my dick in this sweet mouth again, but right now, I need to taste you.”
Before she could come up with something to say to that, Lynx shut off the water and grabbed a towel. Rather than dry himself, he slid it over her body.
Slowly.
So slowly.
The soft cotton teased her nipples, as did his tongue when he dropped to his knees and proceeded to dry her feet, her shins, her thighs. And the man was paying close attention to detail, spending more time than was necessary, and driving her crazy in the process. When he dried her ass, he took her breast into his mouth, the suction making her moan as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
“Lynx…”
With a soft rumble, he released her breast, then got to his feet. “I fuckin’ love when you say my name.” His voice was little more than a rough growl and it made her clit throb. “I think that’s my new mission in life. To see how loud I can make you say it.”
Once again, Lynx took her mouth with his. She could feel him moving, knew he was quickly drying himself, never once breaking the kiss. And when he was finished, he led her back to his bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the mattress, then leaning her back, her legs dangling off the side.
He remained standing as he came over her, his tongue thrusting insistently against hers. But then the kiss ended and his mouth trailed fire down her neck, her chest. Every one of her senses was attuned to him. His sexy scent, the warmth of his skin, his hard body beneath her palms, the intriguing way he growled when something seemed to please him. Yep, she was one hundred percent in tune with this man.
“This time, I’m gonna make you come with my mouth,” he said, lifting her knees and pushing them closer to her chest.
His eyes blazed as they drifted down her body. She was on full display for him, her knees wide, his gaze caressing her bare pussy. Reagan wanted to beg him to hurry, but she bit her lip to keep the words in. Although she was eager, she didn’t want to hurry. She wanted this to last forever because she’d never felt anything this amazing. His hands, his mouth, even the way he looked at her had new, incredible sensations coursing through her.
When his head lowered between her thighs, she felt the heat of his breath against her skin, the rough rasp of his thumbs as he separated her lips. But the gentle slide of his tongue along her clit was the best part. He certainly wasn’t racing to the finish line. No, not Lynx. He was taking his time, feasting on her, fucking her with his tongue, then flicking her clit until she was gripping the quilt with both fists, trying to hold on.
“So wet,” he mumbled against her skin.
Reagan’s body hummed when he pushed one finger inside her, slowly fucking her while his tongue worked her clit. When two fingers dipped inside, she was panting, her body no longer her own. It belonged solely to Lynx. She was like a puppet on a string, and he was making her feel things she never knew she could feel.
“Lynx…” Her back bowed when his fingers brushed that spot deep inside that she’d only heard about.
“That’s it, girl,” he urged before his tongue worked her clit again, more insistently.
“Oh, God…” She felt the heat bloom inside her, the electricity sparking in her core. When it started radiating outward, she cried out his name.
“Come for me, Reagan,” he commanded, never slowing his sensual assault.
And then her orgasm crested, obliterating her mind, sending her body soaring onto another plane of existence, one where she was suspended in the moment by a pleasure so unreal it bordered on pain. It left her in awe, but it also scared her to death. This man had more control over her than she’d expected.
“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he crawled over her. “That sweet pussy coming for me like that.”
His dirty words caused aftershocks, her body tingling.
When Lynx’s mouth found hers, Reagan adapted to the slower pace, her body still coming down from the incredible high. Thankfully he had more energy than she did, which was the only reason she ended up on top of him, straddling his narrow hips, her breasts crushed to his chest.
His hands roamed down her back, her ass, over her thighs before traveling up again. It calmed her, soothed her. But at the same time, it renewed her need, rekindled the fire banked in her core.
“Put me inside you,” he whispered. “I want you to ride me, Reagan. I wanna feel your pussy squeeze my dick. Wanna watch as you come again.”
How she managed to move, she wasn’t sure, but Reagan reached between them, her hand circling his cock. Only then did she realize he’d suited up. Where the condom came from, she had no idea. Nor did she care, because a second later, he was filling her to overflowing.
Wanting to watch his face when he came this time, Reagan pushed herself up, her hands pressed to his chest as she rocked her hips, her body adjusting quickly to the intrusion. His cock glided against delicate nerve endings, and her nipples pebbled as more pleasure detonated inside her. Her skin felt too tight for her body, chills breaking out along her arms as the sensations rocked her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, their eyes locked together.
Reagan didn’t look away. She couldn’t. She was trapped in his beautiful green eyes, lost to him, to this.
She began to rock faster, then lifting and lowering, fucking him, sending them both to that ethereal place she’d been before.
“Aw, fuck…” Lynx’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her down on him, his cock filling her. “So fucking perfect.”
It was perfect.
Beyond perfect.
And that, more than anything, was the most terrifying part.
Reagan knew it would be so easy to fall completely in love with this man.
In fact, it was quite possible she was already there.