A Whimpering Mess

That evening

Mark groaned in pains. He was on his bed and his leg was bandaged.

“That bastard” He seethed angrily.

Jonas was in the corner of the room, a distressed look on his face as he stared at his boss.

“What about her? That Mireille Mathieu?” Mark asked.

“I already sent her a mail but there is no response from her yet. I am hoping for a good response, boss”

“I am going to use her to bring James to his knees and then I will get rid of both James and Mireille. I will take out my revenge on the both of them until I can finally get my hands on that bastard!”

Jonas phone beeped with a message and he dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out his phone.

It was a message, from Belinda.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and looked at his boss.

“I have somewhere to be, boss. I will take my leave now” he said and gave a curt bow before walking out of the room.

Immediately he shut the door after him, he opened the message.

‘Hey, you want to meet up at a restaurant or something?’ the message read and a small smile appeared on Jonas lips.

He didn’t really do restaurants. He preferred clubs where the atmosphere was much more suitable for sexy moments but a restaurant wasn’t that bad too, was it?

He texted Belinda back.

‘Sure. You have any place in mind?’ he sent the message and continued his walk out of his boss place.

Only a minute later when Jonas was just about getting into his car, her message dropped.

‘The Real. 6pm.’ the message read with a wink emoji at the end of it.

‘Sure. Will be there.’ he texted back and got into the driver’s seat of the car.

“Let’s go on the first real date in a couple of years, shall we?”

*

Dante was propped up on his elbow as he watched over the sleeping Mireille. A tray of food was on the bedside table for her but he did not want to disturb her sleep.

As much as he wanted to fuck her awake, he knew he could not stress her way too much yet. After all up until last night, she had been a virgin, untouched.

And though she took him so well and so good, he knew she was exhausted. Dante was going to let her body get used to it first. A couple of days was all he would give her and then he would be able to pound her like he wanted to, all day, all night.

“Hmm” Mireille grumbled, waking up from her sleep.

“Sleepyhead” Dante called and she fluttered her eyes open.

She lowered her gaze, avoiding his eyes staring so intensely at her but Dante raised her head up and made her look into his eyes again.

“Don’t avoid my gaze, Princess” he said to her and Mireille blushed softly.

“Dante” she called his name and he leaned in and kissed her lips with a soft moan.

“Now, I feel better” he remarked, pulling away from the kiss.

“Where were you this morning? Why did you leave me this morning?” Mireille asked and Dante grabbed her hand and led her hand to touch the crown tattoo on his abs.

He groaned softly.

“I was away to deal with business” Dante replied.

“Really? Are you sure?” Mireille asked him.

“Where else would I be?” He questioned in response.

“Maybe… Maybe with another woman?” She died and Dante frowned deeply.

“I know you have never liked me and I know you usually think I am an emotionless fuck boy but seriously, did you think I would be away hours after having my first fuck with you?” Dante asked.

“I… I saw a picture” she replied.

“What picture?” Dante asked with a huff.

“Get me my bag?” Mireille asked.

“No. You go get it yourself. It’s on the couch”

“But… But I am naked underneath” she replied.

“Exactly. Now go and get it, baby girl” he replied with a naughty smirk and Mireille felt her face heat up.

She got out of bed gently and Dante groaned, spotting a hard on as he watched his ‘perfect’ woman walk towards the couch.

“Jiggle your ass, Princess” Dante said to her and Mireille shyly did a little jiggle, her boobs bouncing as she did so.

“Oh fuck” Dante groaned as she bent over slightly to get her bag.

She walked back to him, her boobs in full view and not being able to take it anymore, Dante pulled the sheets off himself, reached his hand into his briefs and grabbed his hard on.

“You caused this” he rasped as he ran his hands over his cock.

Mireille gulped down, her gaze fixating on his hard cock. She still felt a bit sore from last time but she wanted him filling her up again.

Maybe her need for him would decrease when he had fucked her until she was numb?

“Staring only makes me harder” Dante groaned and sat at the edge of the bed.

His other hand patted the bed, motioning Mireille to sit beside him. Mireille did so, her gaze still on his hard cock as Dante continued to jerk himself off in front of her.

“Let me see the picture” his voice was rough as well as his breathing.

“Oh, alright” Mireille’s voice sounded sexy.

She pulled the phone out of the purse and searched for the picture since she had saved it.

“Here it is” she handed the phone over to Dante and returned her gaze to his hard cock.

Dante chuckled, his hand on his cock stilling.

“This picture was taken two years ago, Princess. And I am sure it was posted a long time ago. You didn’t check the date it was posted, did you?” Dante asked and Mireille realized that she had not checked it.

“Is what why you decided to go on a blind date?” Dante picked her from his side and dropped her onto her knees in front of his hard cock.

Mireille subconsciously licked her lips and gulped down. Dante fisted his cock once more and began to jerk it off in front of Mireille’s face.

“Madonna” he groaned.

“I asked a question, Princess”

“It was fake. There was no blind date” her hands slid down her body to find her wet pussy but she stopped her hand on her mound, recalling that her pussy no longer belonged to her.

“Ugh?”

“Belinda advised me to fake being at a blind date so you would come over”

“Fuck! That worked! But next time, don’t do that, Princess. Just call me whenever you need me to come over”

“But for now, I am needy. I want my cock in between these boobs” he reached down and fondled her boobs.

Mireille moaned softly, her eyes rolling back. Dante grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her until his hard cock was right in between her boobs.

Dante slapped his cock against her nipples a few times before pulling her boobs together, sandwiching his cock in between her boobs.

“That’s so hot” he moaned and lifted his hip up, thrusting in between her boobs.

“You look so sexy with my cock in your boobs.”

Mireille moaned, her hazy eyes staring up at him as she enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock in between her supple soft boobs.

“Please master” she called and Dante growled sexily.

“Can I touch myself?” She asked.

“You can. Only your clit. Leave that pussy for me”

Mireille nodded obediently and quickly slid her hand down to her clit. She found the hard sensitive nub and rubbed on it.

She moaned in pleasure while Dante did the same, thrusting his cock towards her parted lips.

“Bend your head and take the head of my cock in your mouth whenever I thrust” he panted and Mireille immediately did as he asked her to.

She parted her lips and let her tongue tease the head of his cock whenever the head slipped out of her boobs.

Dante moaned, his words almost incomprehensible as he quickened his pace of fucking her boobs, with a promise of having the head of his cock licked each time.

Mireille’s hand was still rubbing her clit continuously and with the taste of his cock on her tongue, she was soaking wet and wanted nothing more than for Dante to push his fingers into her and get her off the verge of the orgasm that she was on.

Dante groaned and pulled her up from her knees, before dropping her on the bed and immediately spreading her legs.

Dante got onto his knees and as if he had read her mind earlier, he thrusted two fingers inside of her wet snatch and Mireille writhed in pleasure, her thighs clasping around his hand.

“Spread your legs” Dante said to her and Mireille rolled her eyes, spreading her legs for him.

Dante began to fuck her pussy.

“You can cum anytime you want to” Dante said to her, fucking her pussy with his fingers, waiting for her squirt.

Wet, slurping noises and moans filled the room and Mireille stiffened.

“Cumming! Cumming!” She gave a short notice and Dante buried his face in between her legs.

One more thrust of his fingers along with one lick of her pussy was all it took for Mireille to go off.

A loud scream tore through her lips as her orgasm shook her to her deepest cores, rocking her senseless.

“Stop! I can’t take it anymore!” Mireille wailed as his tongue continued lapping at her squirting pussy, driving her crazy.

Mireille felt the world go blank. There was nothing else for her in the world except her body, Dante’s tongue and pleasure.

A minute later, she descended from her orgasm, shivering and then she broke into a whimpering mess.

Dante groaned and got on his feet. He wanked his cock and got in bed with her. He kissed on her lips softly as she continued whimpering.

“God, look at this mess I have turned you into… A sexy, hot mess”

“That was ecstatic” she whimpered against his lips.

“I know. I know. And this is just the beginning, Princess.”