Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

“Don’t talk too much, Princess” Dante rasped and brought her lips back to his.

He kissed her again and then broke the kiss for a few seconds to maneuver her to sit in the perfect position for him.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He pulled Mireille into the cowgirl position. Mireille moaned softly as she sat her ass over his hard but still clothed dick. She placed her hands on his shoulders and quickly leaned in for another kiss.

Dante’s hands settled on her ass and squeezed it hard.

“Dante” her lips trembled against his lips and hearing her moan his name made Dante harder.

“I want to see those fucking tits” He growled and pushed the straps of her gown down her shoulders, his lips kissing all over her face.

He trailed kisses down to her neck just as his hands reached her bra cupped boobs.

Mireille threw her head backwards, moaning softly as his tongue grazed the skin of her neck all the way to her shoulders in a long, sensual lick.

Dante glanced down at her bras and a sexy grin flashed.

“Blue… befitting for a princess”

Before Mireille could say or do any other thing, Dante had pulled the bra down without unclasping it, in a swift motion that almost caused Mireille some pains.

She hissed his name in a voice thinned with pleasure and a bit of pain. Dante’s cock swelled with that moan and he ran his hands over her boobs and Mireille revered in his touches, a kind of touch she had never felt.

“So fucking sexy” Dante suddenly fondled her boobs hard and a whimper escaped Mireille’s lips.

She looked at him with her hazel eyes, dimmed with pleasure. With his hands resting on her soft mounds, Dante kissed her lips again and pulled away shortly after.

They stared into each other’s eyes for seconds as if reconsidering their decisions. Dante had to be the bigger person in the situation after all he was older and he was not drunk like she was.

But fuck being the bigger person!

How could he think about being the bigger person when his hard cock was being the bigger person at the moment?

“Just be the little innocent girl you have been, Princess” he tried to say but his voice and his eyes gave off his insatiable want for her.

“No” her word was slurred.

“I want you, Dante. I want to yearn for you like every other girl does”

“If you kiss my earlobe right now, what happens in the next five minutes will be on me, princess. All on me”

Mireille, without thinking leaned in and kissed his earlobe.

“You made your decision” Dante moaned as she bit gently on his earlobe.

He slapped her ass and Mireille gasped, her mouth right next to his ear. He repeated the action and Mireille moaned his name right into his ear.

“Your moans drives this man crazy, princess”

Mireille pulled away from him and stared at him for a few seconds before she reached for his tie and sought to take it off him quickly.

“Take that tie off and I am tying your hands up with it, Princess”

Mireille could not think of anything other than rebelling and being her own definition of a bad girl so she did exactly what he warned her against.

She removed the tie off his neck and Dante groaned, snatching the tie from her hand and tying her hands up quickly.

Mireille could not understand how even this made her feel hotter and made her pussy even wetter. She felt nasty, knowing that she wasn’t even wearing any panties underneath her dress.

With her hands tied up, she suddenly felt powerless but it felt freaking awesome this way.

Dante got up from the sofa, drunk Mireille straddling him with her legs wrapped around him. Dante reached the nearest wall and dropped her to her feet. Mireille’s legs trembled as Dante turned her to face the wall, pressing her tits into the cold walls.

“Fuck” Mireille cursed as the coldness of the wall made her nipples harder.

Dante pulled her gown up, revealing her sexy ass to him. She was wearing no panties! Her ass was round and full and Dante eagerly felt the right ass cheek in his hand.

“So damn soft… You were wearing no panties, Princess and it was because of that bastard you called a boyfriend, right?” He raised his hand and smacked her ass.

Mireille gasped and writhed against the wall. With her hands tied, she could not set herself loose and she most certainly did not want to set herself loose too.

“Words, princess. Good girls like you should use words” he smacked her ass again, harder.

“Dante!”

Dante purred in satisfaction.

“Call my name again” he demanded and smacked the other ass cheek too, turning it red.

“Dante!” She half gasped and half moaned his name. Her pussy was so freaking wet, all dripping, yet Dante had not touched her there.

“Again! Call my name!” He demanded, smacking her ass repeatedly. Painfully hard.

“Fuck! Dante! Da… Dante!” Her voice thinned out into a half moan and half scream.

Dante threw his head backwards, smacked her one last time and then fondled her red burning ass in his hands. He wondered if she could take more pains and how it would feel to see his belt prints against her ass and maybe even her beautiful tits.

He groped her ass tighter and looked at her red burning ass, the outline of his palms were printed on her ass and it looked so effing sexy and beautiful.

He leaned in closer to her and kissed her collar bone, his tongue sticking out to lick her skin. Mireille was breathing heavily and roughly, her eyes already filled up, not only with tears but also with want and lust for the man grabbing her ass.

“Oh my…” She whimpered.

Dante glanced at the time, there was just two minutes more. He removed his belt in a jiffy and pushed down the trousers, leaving him clothed in just his shirt and designer boxers.

Dante’s hand rested on Mireille’s waist and he pulled her onto his hard cock that was straining hard against the boxers.

Dante shut his eyes, feeling her amazing pussy throbbing against his throbbing cock.

“Oh fuck, yes. That feel” he grunted, rubbing against his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Am I being a bad girl?” Mireille asked in half a moan as his dick pushed against her pussy lips.

“No, you are being a good girl. A very good girl. You don’t know how much of a good girl you are being right now” Dante started humping her with his thinly clothed cock.

The wetness of her pussy made the material of his boxers wet and Dante could not believe just how fucking good it was just to feel her pussy lips on his clothed dick.

Mireille trembled again, her legs going weak. Dante tightened his grip on her waist as he suspected his princess would be cumming soon.

“Oh my!… This feels good… I…” Mireille could not form words anymore as the booze and the pleasure clouded her brain totally.

Dante looked at the time… There was 30 seconds more. He wanted her to cum exactly on time.

“Hold it back, Princess. Don’t cum yet”

“Dante….” Mireille moaned, her face and tits still pressed against the wall and her hands still tied above her head.

“Relieve me please” Mireille cried out, her eyes turning teary.

“In just a bit, Princess…. Just a bit”

He humped her a little harder for the next few seconds, holding her tightly by the waist and feeling her wetness smear all over his boxers. He had to hold Mireille tight as Mireille’s legs had turned jelly and could barely hold her up anymore.

“Cum for me… Fucking do it! Let go” Dante urged her exactly on time and a sharp cry left Mireille’s throat as she crashed back into him with her orgasm.

“You are a squirter, princess” Dante grunted with pleasure as squirt gushed out of Mireille’s pussy.

“A gem” Dante mumbled, almost in a grumble because time was up and he could not go down on her and lick up all of that squirt.

He usually kept to his words and five minutes was over, so was this. He summoned every single bit of self control in him and pulled away from her.

Only last night he had promised her brother he would never touch her and this night, he had made her squirt.