Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Dante walked into the living room, two bags in each of his hands. Mireille had barely brought anything, insisting that she had everything she needed already.

Dante had forced her to pick the few things she eventually bought but he was glad that she was fine and not worried about what had happened the previous night.

He read through her best and so he was sure that him being around her took her mind off the incident.

“You just stressed me out. Now I am hungry” Mireille grumbled and stopped walking, turning to face him.

She crouched down to kick off the heels she wes wearing while Dante just stood in front of her but as she pulled the heel off her right feet, she lost her balance and quickly reached out for Dante to stabilise herself.

Her hand grabbed his black belt as she tried to stabilise herself but ended up on her knees anyways. Mireille let out a breath of relief, grateful that she had not fallen down but Dante was in another world already.

Mireille on her knees, with her hand on his belt was kicking thoughts into his head. What would it take for her to unbuckle his belt, push down his dark trousers and boxers, then take his cock into her mouth.

Just the mere thought of it made Dante’s cock twitch. Mireille, innocent and oblivious to what she had just done to Dante tried to pull herself back up on her feet since Dante was not helping her with it and she was unwilling to ask him to do so.

But as she pulled herself up, her fingers brushed his clothed cock and that was all it took for Dante’s cock to harden.

“Fuck, princess” he groaned and Mireille’s eyes widened, her face flushing pink as she saw and felt his hard-on.

“Did you have to touch me that way, princess?” Dante asked and Mireille quickly stepped backwards.

“I did not mean to do so” she replied and grabbed the bags from Dante’s hands before running off to her room, all flustered.

Dante looked down at the bulge in his trousers and shut his eyes. It had been just a week since she started living with him and Dante could was no longer sure if he could keep his promise to James.

He was lusting after Mireille clearly and her body was the only one that could satisfy him. No other woman could satisfy his longing at the moment.

“I am such a sick pervert”

*

Mireille ran into her room and shut the door behind her, dropping the bags to the floor. She was breathing quite heavily and her face was still pink.

She leaned against the door, calming down her racing heart but her racing heart was not the only part of her that demanded to be calmed down.

The throbbing in the middle of her legs also demanded to be calmed down. Mireille found her way to her bed after a few seconds and tried to simply sleep it off but she could not.

The image of the bulge in his trousers kept flashing in her head and it made the throbbing between her legs even more unbearable.

Giving in to it, Mireille decided to get herself off. She sat up on the bed and pulled the dress off her body and then rid herself of the bra and her panties.

Mireille leaned back against her headboard and ran her fingers on her thighs, slowly parting her legs and heading towards the heat in the middle of her legs.

She knew she was not good at it but yet hoped that this would be enough to get her off. Mireille’s lips trembled when her finger flicked her clit.

She shut her eyes and relaxed into the pleasure that her own fingers had just given her. Mireille repeated the act, her fingers flicking her clit again.

“Oh Dante” her lips parted in a soft moan and almost instantly, the door opened and Dante walked in.

“Princess, you…”

Mireille opened her eyes in a panic and Dante stopped talking, seeing the sight in front of him. He had only wanted to hand over the brand new phone to her but this was what his eyes had been blessed with.

Yes, it was a blessing for Dante’s eyes. For Dante, Mireille was a perfect creation and that perfect creation was naked in front of him with her legs spread and her hands in between her legs.

Heat travelled through Dante, making his hard-on even harder.

“I… Can’t…” Mireille tried to speak but gave up as she could not find the words to say.

She reached for the sheets to cover herself up embarrassedly but Dante’s deepened voice stopped her.

“Don’t”

Mireille felt her pussy tingle, his word and voice definitely having effects on her.

“Drop the sheets, princess. Don’t you try to cover up” Dante added, overtaken by his want for her and Mireille felt her mouth go dry but she did just as he said, slowly dropping the sheets and aborting her attempt to cover up.

“And don’t clamp those beautiful legs. Spread them” Dante walked further into the room, not even attempting to hide his raging hard-on.

Mireille felt her pussy getting wetter as Dante sat on her bed beside her. His right hand rested on her thighs and he squeezed the flesh.

Mireille’s chest heaved and a soft moan left her lips.

Dante parted her legs, spreading her legs the more. Mireille whimpered with want and her whimpers increased his want for her.

“What do you want me to do to you?” Dante asked, his voice deep and thick with unmistakable lust as his gaze settled on her boobs.

Her nipples were hard and screaming for his touches, to be sucked, licked, bitten and clipped.

“I…” Mireille tried to fight back the urge to tell him what he wanted to hear.

This was dirty and they should not be doing it at all.

“I want you to make me cum” Mireille cried out as his fingers roamed around her heat, making her drip even more juices for him.

“No” Mireille shook her head, desperate to control herself.

“No what?” His fingers got even closer, pushing her to give in to her bodily wants and lose control of herself.

“Just teach me how to relieve myself” she moaned her words.

“That’s not what I want to do, princess so you would have to beg me to do that. Do it, beg me to teach you” Dante demanded thickly.

“Please, Dante. Please teach me how to relieve myself” she begged.

Dante groaned throatily and raised his left hand to her right boob. He did not want to just teach her how to relieve herself. Why should he teach her when he could do it to her always, whenever she needed it?

“You have to fondle this perfect tit” he fondled hard, earning another whimper of pleasure from Mireille.

Mireille threw her head backwards, his thumb rolling over her nipple and causing her more pleasure than her own hands ever did.

Dante played with her nipple for more seconds before suddenly pinching the hard nub causing Mireille to gasp and jerk.

“Oh my!”

Before she could even react, Dante’s right hand had touched her dripping wet pussy.

“You are so fucking wet for me, princess”

“I am going to show you how” his husky voice caressed her ears.

“Please show me, Dante” Mireille moaned and Dante rubbed her clit, each rub harder than the last.

Mireille gasped and spread her legs even wider for him. Dante rubbed hard on her clit before running his fingers down to her wet pussy lips.

His fingers played with her pussy lips and Dante felt the need to suck on those wet, juicy lips. He wanted to run his tongue across her entire slit before burying his tongue into her pussy and fucking her with it. And how much he wanted to bury his fingers inside of her and feel her pussy pulsing around his fingers but Dante did not want to mistakenly break her hymen by fingering her with his thick fingers.

“Oh, Dante, we should not be doing… Doing this” Mireille moaned and panted in the same sentence as his rubbing became harder.

Her words did not in any way deter Dante. If anything, it made him even more needy of her.

“How does it feel, princess? How does it feel to touched by me when we know we should not be doing this?” Dante asked raspily.

“Oh fuck, Dante” Mireille moaned.

“I asked you a question, I didn’t ask you to curse, princess” he slapped her pussy and Mireille shook, reaching the very edge of her orgasm.

“I am… I am going to explode” Mireille cried out.

“That doesn’t answer my question” Dante insisted, his hand slowing down as he wanted to keep her on the edge a little bit more.

“It feels good, Dante. I hate that it feels so good but I can’t help it” Mireille cried out.

“Fuck” Dante cursed roughly, shifting in his seat as his painfully hard cock sought relief.

“Open those eyes and look at me, princess”

Mireille struggled to open her eyes with the pleasure that was coursing through her body.

“I… I can’t.”

“You can and you will or else I am leaving you on the edge right now,” Dante threatened and Mireille whimpered.

The last thing she wanted was for him to leave her now, at the height of her pleasure.

With her hands gripping the sheets tightly, Mireille opened her lust filled eyes and locked them with those of Dante.

“Good girl” Dante complimented and Mireille finally understood how much of a praise ‘good girl’ was. It felt better than any other compliment she had ever received in her lifetime so far.

Suddenly, Dante pulled her from the position she was in, into his laps.

Mireille sat on his hard-on and the both of them moaned in unison at the pleasurable touch. She was seated in such a way that they were not facing each other but her ass was just directly over his bulge.

“I am going to cum” Mireille rasped, not being able to take it anymore. She had been trying to hold it back earlier, wanting all of this to last longer but she could not hold on anymore.

Or maybe she could.

“Not yet, princess. You are not allowed to cum yet,” his voice dripped with sexiness and authority.

When she orgasmed and how she would orgasm were all in his hands.

“Please, Dante. I…” Her words got lost in her throat as Dante spread her legs and touched her again.

She whimpered with the need to cum. Her whimper dripped of everything naughty and nasty, everything that drove Dante crazy.

“Oh my! You sound so fucking sexy whimpering like that, princess” Dante slapped her pussy and then did it again and again, each slap harder.

“Fuck!! I can’t! I swear I can’t hold on anymore” Mireille cried out and Dante decided to finally let her cum.

“You have been a quite good girl. Do it. Cum for me and drench my hands in your squirt” he urged her with one more slap on her pussy.

A loud cry filled the room as Mireille’s orgasm descended on her hard, tearing through her body and sending her body spasming against Dante’s body.

“Madonna Santa” Dante cursed in italian.

“You are fucking made for me” Dante growled as she squirted onto his hands.