Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy 1)

He heard the annoyance in her voice, and even understood her frustration, but that didn’t stop him from trying one more time to dissuade her. “Samantha—”

“Please don’t say no,” she pleaded softly as she skimmed the tips of her fingers along his hard thigh, which sent a shaft of heat straight up to his already aching cock. “Not this time. I’m a grown woman, Clay, and I want you. And I know you feel the same way.” Her blue eyes shimmered with determination.

That same determination that kept her on the wrong side of town despite what her family wanted. She was a strong woman, despite having let herself be led down a path that was clearly wrong for her. She’d decided the time had come to take what she wanted from life. And she wanted him.

He clenched his jaw, his good intentions wavering as she leaned in closer. “You’re eating me up with those dark eyes right now, and even though you haven’t touched me yet, I’m getting wet at the thought of all the dirty things you want to do to me.” She slid her tongue along her full lips. “Not to mention all the things I’ve thought about doing to you.”

Oh, fuck me, he thought as the last of his self-control crumbled to dust. She’d become so bold and brazen since the first night he’d seen her sitting at his bar. In such a short time, she’d blossomed into a sensual, confident woman who wasn’t afraid to go after what she desired, so why was he denying them both the intense, heated pleasure they craved?

He could no longer answer that question, and at the moment, with her bracing her hands on his thighs and slowly lowering herself so that she was kneeling between his legs, his reasons no longer mattered.

“Take off your shirt so I can touch you,” she said softly, huskily, her guileless blue eyes encouraging him.

He immediately pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. She stared in awe at his bare chest, her fingers tightening on his denim-clad thighs as her gaze traveled all the way down to the thick length of his shaft straining against the fly of his jeans. He was hard as fuck for her.

Circling his fingers around her slender wrists, he guided both her hands up and placed them flat on his bare chest. Her palms were cool on his feverish skin, and the erotic contrast made him grit his teeth against the instinctive urge to take control of the situation, along with the woman who was making him feel so much more than just lust.

Soon, he told himself. But the next few minutes were for her. “Touch all you want, because once you’re done, I’m going to be in charge, do you understand?”

She nodded jerkily, and he released her wrists, giving her time to explore his body. Her teeth sank into her lush bottom lip as she reverently slid her hands over the muscular planes of his chest and down his rib cage, using her thumbs to trace the definition of his abs until she reached his jeans.

Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she looked up at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “You’re so hard and hot…” she murmured as she leaned forward and licked a slow, sinuous path along his stomach with her soft, wet tongue. “And salty.”

A tremor passed through him, and he hissed out a breath, suddenly desperate to feel that beautiful, tempting mouth on his cock. Done letting her play, he tunneled the fingers of one hand tightly into her hair, making sure she knew and understood that he was now calling the shots.

Excitement brightened her gaze, and he knew they were on the same page.

“Unzip my pants and release my dick.”

Eagerly, she did as he demanded. When she had the fly of his jeans spread open, she grabbed the waistband and briefs and pulled them both down his hips, until his shaft was freed. His solid erection pulsed with need, and he circled his fingers around the firm length, slowly stroking his rigid flesh. She watched with a combination of fascination and dark, wild excitement. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip, and he dragged the pad of his thumb across the sensitive head, coating his finger with the sticky fluid.

Curious to see how far she was willing to go and how adventurous she would be, he pressed his slick thumb into her mouth so she could taste him. “You know what I want, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Dreamy eyes locked on his. She didn’t hesitate to close her lips around the finger, her tongue lapping around the digit and her teeth grazing his knuckle as she answered in actions, not words.

Oh, yeah, she knew exactly what was playing through his mind.

He withdrew his thumb from her warm, luscious mouth, already imagining filling it back up with his pulsing shaft. “Tell me what I want you to do with your soft, hot mouth,” he coaxed in a low, rough voice.

The enticing flush of anticipation swept across her cheeks. “You want me to suck your cock.”

Hearing his sweet cupcake speak those dirty words ramped up his lust even more. “Fuck yeah. I’ve been dying to feel your lips sliding down my cock. I’ve fantasized about it and jacked off in the shower with those images in my head.” Numerous times.

“Then let me,” she begged breathlessly. “Please.”

Done teasing them both, he wound the long strands of her hair around his fist, so tight and secure there would be no doubt in her mind who had the upper hand. That her mouth was his to do with as he pleased.

He guided her head forward, pushed his cock between her parted lips, and didn’t stop until the sensitive crest bumped against the back of her throat. She didn’t jerk back. Didn’t push away from him. Instead, her lashes fluttered closed and she moaned, the sound vibrating along his shaft and tightening his balls.

Jesus fucking Christ. His body shook like it was his first time getting a blow job, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to thrust his hips and fuck her perfect mouth harder, deeper. As it was, surrounded by all that silky heat and feeling the suctioning pull on his cock as he slowly drew her back up the length of his shaft, he suspected he was only going to last a few strokes.

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 hi

m. “I’m going to fucking 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.