Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy #1)(31)

He leaned back in his seat. “Straddle me, your legs on either side of my thighs,” he instructed.

She moved in, her legs spread wide on either side of his. When she started to lower her ass to rest on his thighs, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back up. “No sitting,” he ordered. “Put your hands on the chair by my head and brace yourself.”

She did as he asked, the position automatically arching her upper body and placing her swaying breasts right in front of his face, right where he wanted them. He grinned up at her as he slipped a hand beneath her skirt and brushed his fingers up her inner thigh once again, her damp arousal greeting him even before he touched her weeping flesh.

“Keep your legs wide open. I want to finger f*ck you,” he said, as he dragged those same fingers between her soft folds and pushed two deep inside of her tight heat. “This way you can grind against my hand while I suck your gorgeous tits.”

She whimpered and arched her back, offering up what he was dying to taste. He captured a nipple between his lips, flicked his tongue against the hard nub, and tugged it between his teeth before opening his mouth and taking as much of her as deep as he could. At the same time, he swept his thumb across her swollen clit and dragged his slickened fingers in and out of her, again and again, working her over until her sexy little body started to tremble and tense.


She tossed her head back, her uninhibited, panting breaths filling his ears. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” she moaned wildly, as she shamelessly undulated her hips against the hand between her legs, brazenly seeking the release he could feel was right on the verge of splintering through her.

He scraped his teeth across a tender nipple and bit down on the taut bead of flesh, imparting just enough pain to send her over that final edge. She gasped for breath, her entire body jolting and shuddering as her internal muscles clenched around his stroking fingers.

She came on a soft cry of pleasure, a sound that went straight to his dick and made him ache for her all over again as a single thought haunted him.

Would he ever get enough of her?





Chapter Eight




SAMANTHA COLLAPSED AGAINST Clay’s chest, her mind spinning in the aftermath of her phenomenal orgasm, his breathing just as erratic as her own. Her face was tucked against his neck, and she’d inadvertently trapped his arm between them—so his long, thick fingers were still buried deep inside her core, and her internal muscles clenched around him.

His arm twitched as he tried to remove his hand from between her legs, but she was obviously dead weight, and he couldn’t budge.

“You need to sit back, Samantha,” he said, his voice a combination of amusement and gruff, aroused man.

She leaned back on his thighs, surprisingly immodest about the fact that she was half naked and Clay was staring hungrily at the breasts he’d just sucked on. She shivered as he slid his fingers out of her, and groaned softly as he purposely dragged the tips through her sensitive flesh.

As he held her gaze, he lifted his hand to his mouth and boldly licked and sucked her essence off his fingers. His eyes were hot and hungry like a wolf, and she knew that primal craving had nothing to do with food and everything to do with her.

“I want more,” he said, and it wasn’t a request but a demand.

Her body responded to that dark voice as if he had a direct connection to her sex. Clay, all alpha and dominant, obviously did it for her in a major way. Who knew she liked being bossed around? she mused.

She swallowed hard, because she wasn’t sure what, exactly, he was referring to. “More?”

He curled a hand around the nape of her neck, guided her head toward him, and she went oh-so-willingly. She was so easy when it came to him. At first, she thought he was going to kiss her, but those sinful lips bypassed hers and settled against her ear instead.

“I want to eat you out and f*ck you with my tongue,” her murmured huskily.

A strangled sound caught in her throat, cutting off her ability to respond, and she felt her face heat in shock—even as a secret thrill spiraled through her.

He pulled back, saw the bright pink flush on her cheeks, and smirked. “You’re the one who wanted it so dirty, Cupcake, so don’t go all shy on me now,” he said in a soft, mocking tone.

“I just didn’t expect you to say something so…”

“Filthy?” he offered up as another devilish grin curved his full lips. “Consider it all part of me defiling you. Now sit up on the desk and spread your legs, unless you’ve changed your mind?”

She knew he was giving her an out, but her body was already humming in anticipation. She moved off his lap and perched her bottom on the edge of his desk. As he’d ordered, she opened her legs wide, but she instinctively smoothed the hem of her skirt down and over her thighs. Which was ridiculous considering what he’d just done to her. But it had been a long time since a man had been that up close and personal with her girly parts, and neither was she used to flaunting herself.

His thick, dark lashes fell half-mast as he moved his leather chair much, much closer. “You look so f*cking hot with your breasts on display, yet so prim and proper with your hands in your lap and your skirt covering you so demurely.”

He placed his palms on her knees and widened her legs even more. “Pull it up to your waist so I can see your bare *.”

Another command she was compelled to obey. She gradually drew the material up her thighs like a slow strip tease, her stomach tumbling as his I’m going to eat you up gaze dropped to the sacred place she was about to reveal. Biting her bottom lip and summoning a heavy dose of confidence, she finally gathered the hem around her waist.