Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“I told you that we don’t have to go shopping. I already have so much. I don’t even know what to get anymore.” Mireille grumbled.

“I want to get everything for you. Everything pretty and befitting of a princess.” Dante replied, his grip turning firmer on her waist.

“I am going to get you things too when I start making money. I will treat you like a king and lavish you with my money.” Mireille said and Dante chuckled.

“Do whatever you want for me but let me do whatever I want now too.”

“This would look good on you.” Dante picked out a yellow dress.

“If only it came in the color blue.” he pressed his lips into a thin line.

“I love it.” Mireille grabbed the dress from him.

“If you think it will look good on me, then I am sure it would.” She cooed and Dante smiled, sending his hand into her hair and gently ruffling it up.

“Should we shop for our baby too?” Dante asked, bringing his face closer to Mireille.

“Dante, that’s a bit too early, don’t you think?” Mireille asked and suddenly Dante frowned, a deep frown she knew could not have been caused by what she said.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing.” Dante replied but just face did not ease completely.

“Let’s go get you something else, okay?” He grabbed her hand but suddenly stopped and smirked at Mireille, confusing her the more.

Standing right in front of her, he let go of her, raised his hand to her face and caressed her face with the back of his hand gently before leaning in and kissing her neck softly.

“We are in public, Dante.” Mireille whispered, her arms wrapping around him as he sucked on the skin of her neck.

“I am just kissing my woman.” Dante said, his hot breath caressing her skin and making Mireille gulp down hard.

Dante pulled away from her neck and crashed his lips on hers in one rough, possessive kiss. Mireille was almost surprised by the intensity and suddenness of the kiss but she kissed him back, her hands around him moving to his shoulders and resting there as his tongue thrashed along with hers.

His lips moved harshly against hers and his arms pulled her closer to his body, making her feel the heat of his body. Mireille moaned into his mouth and Dante let out a small groan before returning his attention to her lips and nibbling gently on her lower lip before sucking it back into his mouth skillfully.

Mireille felt herself melting against him. Hell! She could as well let him bend her over and fuck her right here. She could feel his erection pressing into her body already but that was when Dante broke the kiss. Mireille’s lips parted as she took in deep breaths, her eyes staring into his own eyes that was now filled with want.

“Just gave them something to write about.” Dante’s thumb rolled over Mireille’s lips that were still wet from the kiss.

“Something to write about? Who?” Mireille asked avd turned back but there was no one behind.

“They are gone already.” Dante turned her to face him back.

“Who?” Mireille asked again.

“Journalists. The life of a billionaire is a pretty interesting topic to write on, right? I am sure they got some good shots for the frontline pages tomorrow.”

Mireille’s eyes widened.

“Our relationship is going to go public?” She asked avd Dante furrowed his brows.

“You don’t want that? You don’t want the world to know we now belong to each other?” Dante questioned.

“Of course I want it!” Mireille squealed in excitement.

“I was thinking about it but didn’t know how to tell you about it.” She mumbled.

“I have told you several times, Princess. Tell me everything you want me to do. I’ll fucking do everything my princess wants.” Dante’s words were followed with a short grunt.

“But while showing those little brats something to write about, I got myself this too.” he looked down at the bulge in his trousers and Mireille looked at it too.

She gulped down and reached her hands forward. She had almost touched him when she raised her head up, licking her lips and giving him an innocent look.

“Master looks like he is so hard. Can I touch Master?” She asked.

“Heaven knows if you touch me right now, I will lose it and fuck you right here without caring about who walks past so don’t.” He rasped huskily and Mireille felt her panties get moister with her wetness.

Dante suddenly picked her up from the floor in bridal style and walked out of the clothes section.

“Boss.” Ditto who was waiting outside the clothes section bowed.

“Pay for what we bought and bring them home.” Dante said impatiently and walked out of the shopping mall.

Without a word to each other, Dante dropped Mireille into the front seat and got into the driver’s seat himself. He ignited the car into motion and drove off.

“Your panties. Get them off.”

“Ugh?”

“You did not think I am patient enough to get home, did you?” Dante asked and Mireille let out a hot breath, pulling the dress up to her waist.

“Oh god.” Dante took his gaze off the road to look at Mireille as she removed her panties and spread her legs.

“You’ll be the end of me, Princess.” his right hand remained on the steering wheel while his left hand took her panties from her and took it to his nostrils.

“Fuck! You smell so good.” Dante licked at her panties and Mireille quivered.

“Spread those legs.”

Mireille did as he said, pushing away the fear that they could get into an accident, doing this. Dying this way didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Dante dropped the panties and his left hand reached to her thighs, his right hand keeping the car steady. Mireille threw her head back as she felt his fingers graze her clit.

“Oh god.” She trembled.

Sitting in a moving car and being touched by the driver himself was not something she had imagined would happen to her anytime soon but here it was, happening to her with the one man she loved.

Dante rubbed her clit and Mireille jerked.

“Yes…. Right there, oh fuck.” Mireille ran her hands into her hair, pulling at it.

“Where? A bit lower?” Dante teased her, moving away from her clit.

“Heavens no… Right where you were before, Master. I… Oh fuck! Yes, right there.” she moaned as Dante strummed her clit, sending pleasure waves through her body.

Dante moved his fingers lower and filled Mireille’s sopping cunt with two fingers.

“You are so wet for me, Princess.” He fucked her pussy with his fingers, wishing it was his hard cock inside of her instead.

“Yes! All for you, Master. Your Princess is wet for you like she has never been for any man.” she moaned.

“Oh no.” a grumble left her as Dante pulled his fingers out of her pussy and sucked on his fingers, tasting her on his fingers.

“This is what they meant by finger licking good.” he moaned on his fingers.

“Please fuck my pussy again, Master.” Mireille begged and Dante took his fingers out of his mouth avd returned it back into her pussy.

“Yesss!” Mireille moaned as his fingers began to fuck her pussy harder than he was doing before.

Mireille’s toes curled, her eyes rolling back as well as her head as she felt her orgasm building.

“Heavens! I think… I think I am going to wet the car seat with my squirt if I cum.” The words trembled out of her mouth.

“Does it look like I fucking care? Do it, cum and drench my fingers inside of you.” Dante took his eyes off the road to fuck her pussy harder.

This was dangerous. Really dangerous but it only made the both of them even more aroused.

“Oh my fucking goodness!! I am going…. Going to cum.” she screamed and her body stiffened for a second before she fell into a series of spasms, her pussy tightening around his fingers.

“Yesss! Cumming on your fingers! Thank you, Master.”

Dante groaned as she came. He wanted to be inside of her already but they were still pretty far from home. He could have to park the car somewhere but this was exciting.

As Mireille breathed heavily from her orgasm, Dante pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

“Suck on it.” he ordered and Mireille covered his fingers with her mouth, sucking on it diligently. She’d prefer to suck his cock, though and feel his hardness sliding against her tongue with the taste of his precum in her mouth.

As if reading her mind, Dante pulled his fingers out of her mouth.

“Why don’t you put your mouth to a better use?”

This was risky but what was life without risks every now and then? Mireille pushed her hesitation away, letting her lust for his cock take over her.