Free Arrogant Prick: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance by Tessa Thorne

of my pants.
    She moans into my mouth, letting my tongue slide between her lips, tasting the tequila in her mouth. She pulls away, gasping for breath. “You taste like bourbon.” She smiles shyly. I love how sweet she is.
    I kiss her again and bite her lip. “You taste like tequila, and your body is the only chaser I need.”
    She groans against me as I squeeze her ass, hard. I want to test her limits, so I can push her past them. Her eyes blink open, staring into mine. Her mouth is an open smile, urging me on.
    My lips rain down on her lips, moving down her jaw, to her neck. I press my lips down on the base of her neck, and nip the skin lightly, leaving a pink mark. She gasps, then tilts her head to the side to give me better access. I kiss her again and bite, harder this time, leaving a mark that she’ll have to cover up.
    Her breath rasps against my ears and her nails dig into my side. My lips travel down her soft shoulders. I slide the thin strap of her dress down her shoulder and my kisses follow down onto her collarbone. Another bite, and her nails dig harder into my back. I kiss her chest, pulling on her strap, tugging her dress down to expose more of her breast. Her breathing is heavy, her scent intoxicating. My dick twitches hard inside my pants.
    I lick her breast, wetting her skin with a broad stroke of my tongue, tasting the salt on her skin. Another tug on her strap and I see the light pink around her nipple. I kiss it, give it another gentle lick, and she fists my hair, pressing my face into her chest. I slide the other strap over her shoulder, kissing her other breast, relishing the taste of her body.
    “Wait.” Her voice is hoarse with desire. “Let me get the shade.”
    I straighten up, and put my hands on her shoulders. I slowly begin sliding my hands down her arms until they're just above her straps. She's watching me carefully to see what I'll do next, and I begin to slowly pull her straps down all the way. “No,” I say. She blinks in surprise. She really isn't used to guys telling her no, but that's about to change.
    She looks at me, then back at the club below. “But what if someone looks up and sees?” she asks worriedly.
    I pull one strap down all the way, and her nipple pops out from her dress, hardened to a pointed peak. The bra under her dress, if I can call it that, makes my cock strain in its tight confines. The lace barely comes up under her nipple, and doesn't cover anything. This bra is nothing more than a platter serving up a pink delicacy.
    My mouth drops onto her nipple. I suck it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and her words of protest turn into soft moans. I pull on the remaining strap, dropping her dress to her hips, and swallow her other nipple in my mouth. I suck on it as I squeeze her other breast, feeling its weight in my hand. She’s breathing hard, her hands fisting my hair again, her worries forgotten.
    I give her nipple a long stroke and take it between my teeth with a soft bite. She squeals, and pulls my head against her breast as I squeeze her other nipple between my thumb and finger.
    I look up from her chest and see her looking down at me, face twisted with pleasure. I lick her nipple again, watching her shuddering breath, and bite down harder, tugging on her, watching her face shift between pain and pleasure. I release my teeth and soothe her with my tongue, watching pleasure win out in the battle.
    I drop my hands to her hips, and start pressing her dress down past them. I watch her face as she alternates between staring at me and looking out the window, wondering whether anyone can see her. I leave a trail of kisses leading down her curvy figure as I slowly pull the dress to the edge of her thong.
    I pause, and she almost pouts. I look up at her and grin. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” I say.
    It’s not really a question though, and she knows it. She twists her mouth, looking down at me, my lips resting on top of her panties, her hand