Free Dirty Chase: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Brooklyn Brotherhood Book 2) by Natasha Tanner, Ali Piedmont

with a snap.
    "The dessert," I say, wondering why I care. "We didn't get the dessert."
    Chase cocks his head to the side.
    "You hungry, Princess?"
    I swallow. "Well, you promised me the world's best tiramisu."
    Chase nods, trailing a hand down my side and to my hips. He runs his rough hands across my skin, grabbing my ass with a confident hand.
    "Well, I think I'm about to have the world's most delicious dessert right now, sweetheart." He grins. Wicked man. "You let me know if you still want food after I'm done."
    Then he stops smiling. "Spread for me, Elle."
    I obey. Or my legs do. My body has a mind of his own.
    My thighs fall open, and I gasp as he leans down and inhales, his nose pressed right into the heat of my panties. He looks up, his eyes holding mine as he slowly pulls my pale pink underwear down. It snags for a minute on my big ass, but Chase just grins and pulls harder. He rears back, pulls the panties off the same way he did my tights. Then, as I watch as he slowly pulls his dark T-shirt up and over his head.
    Holy.
    Fucking.
    Hell.
    Chase is ripped . His chest is broad, every muscle defined. His abs could be featured on a Times Square billboard. His arms are huge , with dark tattoos swirling over both biceps. There's a happy trail of dark hair, leading directly down toward — Jesus, Mary and Joseph —the tip of his engorged cock that's jutting up and out of his jeans' waistband.
    "Chase," I sigh. "I hate to say this, but I think you need to work out more often."
    Chase throws back his head and laughs, and I watch, mesmerized, as his Adam's apple works underneath that lush, dark beard. I want it buried between my legs. Luckily, we're thinking the same thing, because that's exactly what he does next.
    "Oh God!" I cry out. He's not gentle with me, but I don't want gentle. He settles himself between my legs, and I can feel heat radiating off his immense body. He's so tall his legs are falling off my bed, but he doesn't seem to mind. He slowly opens me up, spreading my folds and just staring at me for a moment. Then he throws me a wicked grin, licks his lip, and leans in, slowly licking up my slit until he finds my clit.
    "You taste incredible, Princess," Chase growls.
    I drop my head back, overcome. He takes his time, his tongue going over and under and around my sensitive bud, a low growl at the back of his throat like he likes it, like he can't get enough of me.
    I watch the city lights play across my ceiling while fireworks go off between my legs. Chase has a talented tongue, but he's in no hurry. I'm used to guys going down on me, but quickly wanting to move on to the main event—them getting theirs.
    "Chase, I'm good," I say. "Come up here."
    Chase slaps the side of my ass. Hard . I gasp, but can't help the rush of pleasure and heat that follows his hand's swift movement.
    "I'm happy where I am, Princess. You happy?"
    Then he slides a finger inside me, crooks it and makes a come-hither motion that's hard and rough and perfect. He watches me while he does it, too, the arrogant bastard.
    Then again, I guess it's not arrogance if you know what the hell you're doing.
    "I'm—fine," I manage to get out. Holy shit. He goes back to slowly, delicately licking my clit, but his hand inside me is like a piston. Most guys are too gentle for my liking when they try to find my g-spot. Chase is perfect, perfect , setting up a rough, steady rhythm that has my hips shaking and my body quivering in no time.
    I'm getting wet, wetter, and in a moment of embarrassment I try to close my legs. Chase growls—like an animal!—at me, and I lose his talented finger because now he's holding me open, spread wide.
    His tongue is harder, rougher, demanding now. I can barely keep still, and I know the neighbors are gonna hate me, because the sounds I'm making aren't quiet.
    "Chase, oh God, Chase," I chant, biting my lip and trying not to cry out.
    Suddenly I lose his tongue and then— yes, yes, holy fucking hell yes —he just rubs that