Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy 1)

She exhaled on a soft moan of pleasure and slid her fingers through his hair. Her head fell back, and her spine arched for more of his mouth as she brazenly rode his stiff cock through their jeans, grinding against him in a mindless, lust-induced fog.

Heat, sharp and demanding, slammed through him. Jesus Christ, if she didn’t stop her erotic lap dance, he was going to come in his jeans like a horny teenager who had no self-control. But that’s what Samantha did to him. She stripped away all his restraint, made him wild and desperate to be so deep inside her she’d never forget he was there. That she was his.

No matter how unrealistic, that possessive thought drove him, along with the pounding, pulsing need to feel her body tighten around his cock and milk him dry. Until he realized he had no protection on him.

He pulled his mouth from her swollen nipple and swore, the sound harsh and frustrated. “I need to get a condom.”

Shit, talk about a buzzkill, but there was no way he’d take any kind of risk with her.

She slowly lifted her lids, her heavy lashes shadowing her eyes, but there was no mistaking the beguiling smile curving her pink lips. “Actually, I have one in the front pocket of my shorts.”

He blinked at her, surprised by her unexpected announcement. “You do?”

She giggled, the sound adorably playful and naughty as she pulled out a foil wrapper and gave it to him. “I found a box of condoms in your bathroom drawer, and I wanted to be prepared when this happened again.”

He was both grateful and relieved at her foresight. The fact that she was so sure they’d have sex again that she’d kept a condom on her at all times so it wouldn’t be an issue made him harder than he already was.

He guided her off his lap so that she was standing in front of him. Looking up at her, he unsnapped her shorts, unzipped them, and let them drop to the ground. “You’re such a n

aughty, dirty girl,” he teased.

“With you, I am,” she admitted, and to prove her point, without an ounce of modesty, she pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them off, too, leaving her completely naked to his gaze.

Goddamn, she was gorgeous. Her body so sleek yet curvy in all the right places. So sensual and sexy he knew he’d never get enough of her, no matter how many times he fucked her.

“Sit down on the table,” he ordered as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, then nearly ripped open the front of his jeans so that he could sheathe his cock and be ready to drive into her. Just as soon as he sampled her dessert in one more place.

“Lean back and spread your legs, Cupcake,” he demanded, dying to get a taste of her once again. “I haven’t had my fill of this delicious frosting yet.”

She did as he asked, parting her thighs wide and opening herself up to him completely. Her pussy was so plump and wet, and the glistening folds separated to reveal that pearl of flesh nestled at the hood of her sex. He raked his gaze up the length of her body until he reached her face. She was biting her lower lip, and the flush sweeping across her cheeks had nothing to do with being shy. No, the pink tinge, and the escalating rise and fall of her breasts, was pure anticipation.

He wasn’t going to disappoint. He dragged his thumb through the frosting, then smeared the creamy substance across her clit and down her slit so he’d have every excuse to slide his tongue in every single crevice to clean it all up. When he reached the wettest part of her, her hips jerked against his hand and her breath hitched in her throat. Undeterred, he pushed two thick fingers all the way inside of her and used his thumb to swipe across her sticky clit once again.

“Clay…” Her voice rasped with burning, escalating need.

He understood that hunger, because it was pulsing through his veins and racing straight to his cock. Done waiting, done teasing, he bent down and buried his mouth between her thighs and devoured his cupcake. His swirling tongue lapped up all traces of the frosting as he pumped his fingers in and out of her passage, and when he sucked on her sensitive clit, she cried out and grabbed a handful of his hair—not to pull his mouth closer, but to yank his head away.

He looked up at her, not sure why she stopped him when he knew she’d been a few well-placed licks away from an orgasm.

“I need you inside of me, Clay,” she said huskily. “Now. Please.”

The demanding passion in her gaze—in her words—fueled his own lust, and he suddenly couldn’t wait to get balls deep inside of her. He shoved his jeans a bit lower on his thighs so they were out of the way without him having to take the time to strip them off. “Get off the table and turn around.” The order came out more forceful than he’d planned, but she had a way of bringing out the aggressive, more dominant edge in him.

She shook her head and remained right where she was, in the same spread-open position, too. “No.”

“No?” He didn’t know whether to grin at her impudence or turn her around so he could smack her ass for being insubordinate.

“No,” she reiterated, then blew his fucking mind with her next brazen request. “I want you to take me like this. This time, I want to watch you…”

“Watch me do what?” he prompted, wanting to hear her say those filthy words.

She licked her bottom lip and gave him what he was waiting for. “I want to watch you fuck me,” she said, her voice soft as a caress to his aching cock. “And I want to watch you as you come.”

Jesus, he thought, and couldn’t deny that he wanted to stare into those sultry blue eyes as she climaxed, too. He lined up the tip of his shaft against her slick entrance, then grabbed her hips to keep her securely in place as he drove into the softest, hottest, most addicting pussy he’d ever had.

He could feel her tight body clasp every inch of him as he pushed deeper, deeper. Oh, fuck, so deep he was completely and utterly lost in her. Physically, yes, but it was also the ferocious need he felt for this woman alone that made his pleasure so damn intense he shook with the restraint it took not to take her like a man possessed.

Her breath shuddered as he filled her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, bracing him as he started to thrust in and out. He moved slowly enough that they were both able to watch her body swallow his thick shaft, then he withdrew until just the tip of his erection was inside of her, then pushed forward once again.