Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy #1)(30)

She went down on him again, her greedy, hungry lips and tongue wreaking havoc with every last semblance of his control and shoving him closer to orgasm. The scrape of her fingernails down his flexing abdomen added to the erotic sensations surging through him, and when she opened her lashes and looked up at him with passion-blurred eyes that told him how much she loved sucking his cock, he was done for.

Breathing fast and feeling the rush of adrenaline in his veins warning him of his impending climax, he loosened his hold on her hair, giving her room to release him. “I’m going to f*cking come, Samantha. Hard,” he rasped, barely recognizing his own gravelly voice. “If you don’t want that, you need to stop. Now.”

She ignored his warning and took him to the back of her throat again and swallowed, the tight muscles there squeezing around the head and triggering the hottest, fiercest orgasm he’d ever had. The muscles in his stomach contracted, and he came on a hoarse shout, his hips jerking while her mouth continued to devastate him. Feeling as though he’d just been through a major hurricane, he dropped his head back against his chair and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to recover from the tempestuous storm that was Samantha.

It took a few minutes for his heart to stop racing and his breathing to return to normal, and when he finally opened his eyes again, he found her still kneeling on the floor in front of him, a pleased smile on her lips. And she had every right to be delighted with herself, because she’d just ruined him for any other woman.

Instead of dwelling on the implication of that unsettling thought, he focused his attention on making sure that he returned the favor and that Samantha was equally satisfied. Especially when he thought about what she’d told him about her ex, that he wouldn’t touch her between her legs because he was a germ freak. Before they were done, Clay was not only going to touch her soft, wet * with his fingers, he would lap up her delectable juices with his tongue and make sure every inch of his cock was covered in all that slick moisture while making her come as hard as he had.


“Stand up,” he said, back in control again.

Her eyes widened at the authoritative tone of his voice, but she quickly scrambled to her feet in front of him. He met her bright, anxious gaze and sat forward in his chair, his pants still undone. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he lifted his hand and skimmed his fingers up the inside of one quivering thigh. His hand disappeared beneath the hem of her short skirt, traveling up, up, up, until he reached the silky barrier of her panties.

He pressed two fingers against the heated crotch of her underwear, which was soaked through with arousal—all from sucking him off. “You’re f*cking drenched,” he murmured. He lightly rubbed her through the wet fabric, loving the helpless little sounds she made in the back of her throat. “And you’re needy, too, aren’t you?”

“Yes. So needy,” she whispered almost desperately as she pushed her hips toward his hand, trying to increase the pressure of his fingers against that sweet spot he’d yet to truly focus on. “I need to come so badly.”

“Don’t worry, I promise we’ll get there.” His face was now level with her stomach, and he skimmed his mouth along the bare skin there, licking the sensitive patch of flesh below her navel, just like she’d done to him.

She moaned and shifted anxiously on her feet. “Clay…” she implored softly.

Not yet ready to ease her ache, he ignored her needy plea and slid her panties off, letting them drop to the floor, a pile of wet silk at her feet. She stepped out of them, pushing them aside.

He eased his hands around to the backs of her knees and slowly glided his palms up her thighs, then beneath the hem of her skirt, gradually making his way up to the curve of her ass. “Take off your top and bra so I can see your pretty breasts,” he ordered.

She quickly drew the blouse over her head, then unclipped her lacy bra, and the two garments joined the growing collection of clothes on the ground. He couldn’t contain his deep groan of appreciation as her full, f*ckable breasts bounced in front of him. His cock twitched with renewed lust as he ate her up with his eyes, his gaze coming to rest on her face.

Standing in front of him nearly naked, her hair now slightly disheveled, she was stunning and utterly magnificent, her skin pale and smooth like fresh cream. Her rosy areolas and pink, pouty nipples were a vivid contrast against all that luminous skin. Not sucking one of those hard peaks into his mouth was one of the most difficult things he’d ever forced on himself.

She reached behind her to unzip her short skirt, but he stopped her before she could execute the move. “Leave it,” he said, and when she looked at him in confusion, he grinned up at her wickedly. “I want to f*ck you with the skirt on.”

With her breasts exposed and that tiny skirt covering her bare * beneath, she was his erotic fantasy come to life, as well as the bad girl she wanted to be.

Still sitting in his chair, he tipped his head as he stared into her hazy eyes and decided to ramp up the pleasurable stakes between them. “How dirty do you want this first time to be, Cupcake?”

“So dirty,” she whispered, her features etched with sexual need as she pushed her fingers through his short hair. “Defile me, Clay. Make me yours, any way you desire.”

Jesus, he thought, as his breath left his lungs in a rush. She’d just given him carte blanche with her body, and he planned to defile her in the most enjoyable, satisfying way.