"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.
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.
Mireille slipped down to her knees as soon as Dante's arms left her. Clutching feebly to the wall, she trembled non stop as her orgasm continued to rage through her body. Her lips were parted in soft moans and whimpers. Dante picked up his trousers and slipped it back on. "Get yourself up, princess" Dante said to her. "Don't tell me we are done" Mireille groaned and moved her weak knees to turn and face Dante. "We are, princess. Five minutes is over"Mireille looked into his burning eyes and her eyes pleaded for him to go further. Dante looked down at her pleading eyes and then at her gorgeous tits. Her nipples looked hard and Dante cursed before looking away from her. She looked like the perfect woman for him to use... Right there on her knees, he wanted to pull off his clothings and push his cock into her mouth and face fuck her, then spill his cum all over her face, giving her a sexy facial. But Dante shook the thoughts away. He should not even have touched her tonight and to
"The contract has been fully signed sir" his work personal assistant, Leila said to Dante as they walked out of the meeting room."Good" Dante replied shortly and Leila tucked her hair behind her ears. "Dante" a manly voice called from behind and Dante stopped in his tracks.He glanced at Leila who had stopped walking immediately her boss stopped too. "Get going, Leila" Dante said to her and Leila walked away without any word. Few seconds later, a man stood in front of Dante. He was dressed in a white and blue suit. "You look good" Dante said to him and the angry look on the man's face grew more visible. "You are biting more than you can chew, Dante""Leave the biting and the chewing to me, Mark""That contract was supposed to be mine. I have been after it for months yet you got it after being on it for barely three weeks!""What can I say? People love associating themselves with winners. They are more than honoured to have me sign a contract with them, in fact"Mark could barely
Dante walked into the living room and glanced at his wristwatch. It was just few minutes to 7pm and Mireille should be ready by now. She was not in the living room, however and Dante could not help but think for a moment, that she was avoiding him. He brushed the thoughts away and climbed up the stairs. He walked over to her door and opened it up, using his finger print. He pushed the door open and stopped right by the door when he realised that Mireille was not ready or even getting ready. She was laying on the sheets of her bed and scrolling through her phone. "Princess" he called. "I asked you to be ready by 7pm"Mireille sat up on the bed. She had concluded that she was not going to take Belinda's advice or any advice close to it. She was going to just make sure their relationship was what it was before. "You did not care to ask if I wanted to go shopping. I don't want to" She spelt out her last words. Dante stared at her for a few seconds before his lips curled up in a sm
Mireille's grip on the sheets turned tighter as she told herself she could let it just happen quietly. She did not want to open her eyes and look at Dante, fearing that he would see it in her eyes that she was about to cum to his massage. Just then, a phone rang and Mireille jolted. Her legs slipped out of Dante's grip instantly and her eyes opened. Dante looked at the phone that had just rang, it was Mireille's phone. He felt the urge to pick the phone and smash it against the wall. Whoever was calling could have waited about thirty seconds more or a minute more and Mireille would have cum, perhaps she would squirt like she had find the previous night. Mireille pressed her thighs together as she reached for her phone, realizing that it was James calling. "James is the one calling" she said to Dante and he felt a pang of guilt. He had promised James he would not touch Mireille, right? He should not have touched her the previous night and he should not have touched her now till
Mireille stepped out of the cab and looked at the cafe for a few seconds before walking towards it. She would never have thought that she would have to eventually settle for a job like this. She walked into the cafe and and confidently walked over to the counter. "Hello" she smiled at the lady behind the counter. "Hello, what would you like to have?" The lady asked with a nice smile. "No, I am not having anything. I am Mireille Mathieu and I am...""Here for the job? Yes, boss told me about it. He is not around right now but he told me you would be here."Mireille only smiled in response to the lady. "I am Leila and it is very nice to meet you. You can start work immediately though""Immediately?" Mireille was a little bit taken aback. "Yes." Leila replied. "What about the employment contract?" Mireille questioned and Leila flashed her a smile. "I will get it for you. If you are comfortable with it, you can start working immediately but if you are not, you can call the boss an
Dante stepped on the accelerator, his eyes narrowed and sharp. His brows were pulled into a sharp arch and just above them, few beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. He had tried calling Mireille back a couple of times but she was not picking up anymore and he could not quantify his fear of losing her. How in the world would he live with the guilt of knowing that he killed her by letting her out alone? And how would he tell James about whatever happened? He glanced at the gun on the other seat of the car. The bullets in that gun was meant for someone else but not anymore. The bullets were now meant for whosoever had put her in danger. Checking the location of her phone, Dante pulled the car to a halt and stepped out of the car with his phone and gun in his hands. He only had to walk a few steps before he heard her voice. "Help me!" It was a scream, filled with pains, pains that Dante himself could feel. He ran towards the direction of the voice and found Mireille underneat
The next dayMireille kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of another body from behind her. She could feel his breath caressing her neck and his arms wrapped around her body, holding her in place. Still keeping her eyes closed, memories of the previous night flooded Mireille's brain and she found herself subconsciously relaxing into his body. She still felt scared after the close rape accident and pushing her body closer to his helped her feel safer. She could recall how she had cried, screamed and begged the man to let her go. She had put up a fight that she knew was not going to last long, then Dante had come for her and had shot the man multiple times. She could still hear the gunshots in her head and that was the first time she witnessed a killing. The shots resounded in her head and her hand subconsciously grabbed Dante's arm, holding onto him tightly.It was weird. He was the one who had pulled the trigger and caused the shots that was now scaring her but still yet, he se
Mireille leaned in even closer, wanting to capture Dante's lips with her lips. Each brush of their lips against each other made her shiver and she could not deny the wetness that had formed in her panties. "I should not be doing this" Dante whispered, his lips still brushing hers. Instinctively, Mireille's grip around him got tighter as if not wanting to let him go. Mireille knew this was her body taking over and not her heart. Her heart wanted Dante to leave the room right away but her body wanted him to stay and do things to her. Hesitation and want filled the air. The room was silent safe for their breathing. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach and the feel made her recall her drunk night when he had rubbed his erection on her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips, recollecting that memory but that was when Dante chose to pull away from her completely. "You were talking too much and I had to shut you up" Dante rasped and Mireille just remained silent, not k