Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss
His Love

For the next few seconds, the both of them remained in that position. His cock still buried deeply into her pulsing pussy.

“Oh god.” a small moan slipped from her lips as she felt Dante move a tiny bit inside of her.

“Your pussy feels so good, Princess. It feels so fucking good.” Dante groaned and took his hands to her tits and fondled her tits hard.

He pulled out of her slowly and Mireille moaned as his cock pulled out and then slammed back into her.

“Gawwwwwwd!” Mireille moaned sharply as he slammed his entire length inside of her, his piercing hitting her cervix.

“Fuck!” Dante fondled her tits even tighter and increased his pace, fucking her pussy hard.

“Oh god! Yes! Yes, fuck me!” Mireille moaned nastily as he thrusted into her fast and hard.

“Harder!” She screamed even though her body was barely taking the hard fuck he was giving to her at the moment.

“You want it? You get it!” Dante fucked her harder, the noise of their flesh slapping against each other. Their moans of pleasure filled the air as the brutal fucking went on.

“Oh yes! I want it! Fuck me, Master. Fuck your slut as much as you want to!”

“Yes! I am going to fill your holes up!” His right hand left her tit and moved to her neck, pulling her back to lean into him.

His hand wrapped around her neck tightly, cutting her air supply off.

“Heavens! God! I… Holy shit!” Mireille’s words were barely heard as her heavy breathing from trying to breathe properly while being choked overshadowed her words.

“Master!!!” Mireille screamed as her orgasm wrecked through her but Dante continued fucking her through her orgasms.

His cock slammed into her pussy deeper and harder with every thrust, as her squirt showered their bodies.

“Oh god. My pussy is on fire!” Mireille moaned, the feeling of cumming and being fucked taking her to higher grounds of pleasure.

Another orgasm rippled through her body and Dante let her go of her neck. His hands went to her hips, and he held her in place. Throwing his head back, he pulled her hips back, making her fuck his cock instead.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck that cock, you nasty little princess.” Dante moaned in pleasure.

Pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her tightly, he kept her full of his cock for the next few seconds and then directed his right hand to her clit.

A jolt of pleasure ran through her body and she let out a scream, pushing her hip back on his cock on her own volition.

“Cumming again on your cock!” She screamed as her fourth orgasm on his cock ran through her.

At this point, her knees were jelly and absolutely not holding her up. Her hair was in an absolute mess and her parted lips were smeared with her drool.

She was a mess but a sexy one being ravaged by a sexy man.

As soon as she finished cumming, Dante pulled his cock out of her pussy and without a warning, thrusted his fingers into her pussy. His left hand wanked his cock urgently as he got his fingers soaked in her juices.

He took his lubed up fingers to her ass, lubing her ass up for his cock’s entrance. Mireille shuddered as she felt his fingers push into her ass.

Dante pulled his fingers out of her ass and pushed his cock to her entrance.

“Oh fuck!” He rimmed her ass with his cock.

“Beg me for it.” Dante slapped her ass cheeks.

“I want you.” Mireille moaned and Dante grabbed her hair, pulling at it sharply and making her scream.

“That’s the way you beg?” He growled.

“I am sorry!” She hastily apologized.

“Please fuck my ass with your big cock. My ass wants your big cock, please give it to me. Please Master, fuck your slut’s ass with your cock.”

“Oh yes, I will fuck your ass.” he pushed his cock into her ass.

“Yesssss!!” Mireille screamed and dropped limp on his cock.

“Oh fuck, Princess.” Dante growled as he pulled her limp body into his.

She had passed out on his cock. Dante kissed her neck softly, waiting for her to wake up. He had more for her tonight. Much more to reward himself for all these nights without her pussy.

*

Mireille and Dante were in bed together, Mireille’s head on his chest, her hands wrapped around his body while he played with her hair.

“Since when did you like me?” Mireille asked, almost shyly.

“I can’t really say. Maybe I have liked you since back then in highschool and maybe it was when you came back into my life. All I know is that I love you now.” he kissed on her forehead and Mireille felt her heart thump in happiness.

“What about you?” Dante directed the question back at her.

“I didn’t like you when we were in highschool. I did not, at all.” she replied him and Dante chuckled.

“How could you not like me? I was super cool… I still am.” he whispered the last part and Mireille huffed at his boasting.

“Maybe you are cool now but you were not cool back then. You were a big jerk and I maintain that you are still a big jerk but much more of an enjoyable jerk.” she giggled and snuggled closer to him.

“Hmmm… An enjoyable jerk?”

“I have always been curious about one thing though.” Mireille spoke up, pushing the sheets that covered their body down a bit.

Exposing Dante’s inked body, she trailed her fingers around his tattoo until she reached his crown tattoo.

“This particular tattoo. What is it about?” Mireille asked.

“You.” Dante replied and Mireille felt her heart skip a beat. She looked away from the tattoo into his grey mesmerising eyes.

“W-what do you mean?”

“It was the first tattoo I got. Last year of highschool. I just wanted to ink something, anything but I could not think of anything really and then you came to my mind and I got this.”

Mireille broke the eye contact, feeling her stomach tighten in excitement. She buried her face in his chest for the next few seconds, giggling.

“How can you say you don’t know if you have loved me since highschool when you got your first tat while thinking of me?”

“I never gave my heart much thoughts. As long as I lived each day after each day, I did not really care who was in my heart and who wasn’t. I never gave it a thought if I loved you or not.” His fingers tangled with her hair as he spoke.

“So this tattoo is really for me. I thought it looked like the flower crown you made.” Mireille whispered, trailing her fingers over the tattoo.

“That is because it is. Thinking about it now, you have been special to me right from the start.”

“Makes me wonder why you rejected me multiple times when you have liked me since years ago.” Mireille pouted her lips and Dante chuckled at the cute look on her face.

His hand left her hair and he pulled at her cheek.

“How can you look so cute and yet all shades of sexy?” His deep voice was cooling and Mireille’s toes subconsciously curled but then she realised that he had just evaded her questions.

Breaking the eye contact with a lot of will, she asked him the question again.

“Why did you reject me multiple times?”

“I have never been in a relationship, Princess. I did not want to fuck things up between us and so I thought it would be better if we just did not get involved that way and James too…. I knew he would disagree to you being with me and I did not want to be the reason why you and your brother would have a fight like the one that just happened.”

Mireille’s face fell as she recalled the angry look on James’s face. She wanted him to understand how much she loved Dante and wanted to be with him.

“Do you think he will stay mad at me?” Mireille asked Dante, hoping that would not be the case. James was her only family and had catered for all of her wants and needs for years. She loved him as much as she knew he loved her.

“If there is one person I know James cannot stay mad at, it is you, Princess. James loves you so much that he will never be able to stay mad at you even if he willed himself to be. ” Dante replied.

“Are you sure about that?” Mireille asked.

“I am sure. You don’t have to worry about him. He will get over the initial shock in no time and he will be cool about us.”

“But why did James seem to be so against us? If he felt assured enough to leave me with you for three months, why can’t he he assured to leave me with you forever?” Mireille asked and Dante felt his heart jump at the thought of forever.

“I have told you not to worry about James. He is just shocked and I understand he feels betrayed. I impregnated his sister. Of course, he’d be mad but I will have a talk with him when he cools off. I am sure he will be at rest to let us be together once I talk to him.”

Mireille sighed softly and Dante kissed her forehead.

“I don’t want you worrying about anything. Worrying is not good for your health, especially in the state that you are at the moment.” Dante said and Mireille could not help but smile.

“What state?” She asked him.

“A delicate state. You are pregnant.” he said as if reminding her of that fact.

“Delicate, really? You seemed to forget that word when you fucked me.” she lowered her head as she spoke, not being able to look into his eyes.

Dante pulled her even closer, then grabbed her hand under the sheets and directed her hand to his cock.

“There” he groaned softly, letting go of her hand as she began to run her hand over his cock herself.

“You do not seem to like delicate too, Princess or do you?” Dante asked, his hand reaching to her face and making her look up at him.

“I don’t, Master.” Mireille whispered, squeezing his cock slightly and making Dante hiss in pleasure.

“I want Master to take me like he always does. I want him to fuck me, not caring if I pass out on his cock or not. That is what Master does to me and that is what I enjoy as his little royal slut” she added and Dante pulled her head down, claiming her lips in his.

“Don’t blame me for being sore” he mumbled against her lips before reclaiming her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as his other hand jerked the sheets off him, revealing Mireille’s hands rubbing his hard cock.