NEVER
Heavy breathing filled Mireille’s room. Dante and Mireille did not say a word to each other.
Her orgasm had subsided but she was still in his arms, her legs still spread open and her pussy still dripping with her fluids. She had her tits still heaving with every heavy breath. Dante’s left arm was just right underneath her boobs and his trousers was wet from her squirt.
Dante shut his eyes and groaned. He had to be out of here as soon as possible if he did not want to lose control totally and fuck her.
His hard-on was pressing against her soft, luscious ass and that was not in any way helping issues.
He withdrew his hand from in between her legs and brought it close to his own lips, his lips parted and he sucked on two of his fingers.
She was so fucking tasty and a naughty groan from him filled the room for the next few seconds he was sucking.
Dante knew he should not be expecting a word from Mireille. He needed no one to tell him that her face was flushed right now and she was probably embarrassed.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Maybe, she in fact was now regretting what just happened.
Without saying a word, Dante dropped her back on the bed, his eyes being blessed yet again with the sight of her tits.
Mireille’s eyes were hazy, with pleasure of course and her lips were parted in heavy breaths making Dante wonder what her pain tolerance was.
As he pulled the sheets over her body, he wondered how much pain her body could take. She would probably do well with breath play, being tied, whipped and then fucked hard.
The fact that she had held on until he had given her the permission to cum drove Dante a little bit more crazy. His little princess would be a nice little submissive for him.
“Goodnight princess” he whispered to her, his voice still thick with urgent need.
He turned and walked towards the door, his hard cock disagreeing with his choice of leaving the room.
Dante headed into his room, trying to make his breath even. He crashed onto his bed as soon as he was in his room and shut his eyes for a few seconds, his hands going over his bulge.
A few more seconds passed before he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt.
His right hand pulled down his trousers and he wrapped his hand around his thick, hard and throbbing length.
“Oh Mireille” he threw his head back and moaned her name, the very same name he claimed he could not pronounce.
His left hand roamed underneath his shirt, trailing the tattoo of the crown on his body. His hands ran over and over his cock as he urgently jerked himself off, wanting relief badly.
“I so want to fuck that body of yours, Mireille.” His breath turned heavier as he approached his orgasm with the picture of naked Mireille in his head.
As he shut his eyes, he could see her with her hands in between her legs, pleasuring herself.
“Damnit!” He groaned, getting closer. Dante so wished Mireille was in the room, watching him jerk his hard cock off to the thoughts of her. His imagination got even wilder as he pictured her getting on her knees while he jacked his cock off with her face right below his cock, waiting for him to cum all over her face and give her a nice facial.
“Princess!” He moaned and came hard onto the sheets, his thick cum spurting out of his cock head.
Dante groaned, letting himself relax into the bed after his heavy cum. He could not remember the last time he had cummed this hard.
And if it could be so pleasurable just to jerk off with her in mind, how much pleasure would he be able to derive from driving his cock inside of her tight, wet pussy?
Dante shook his head at his thoughts. For the past seven years, Mireille was just a cute girl he recalled every once in a while, one whose memory would make him smile but now she was not just that cute girl who made him smile, she was now also a sexy woman who made him cum.
Dante got out of bed to wash up and change out of his clothes and also change the sheets of his bed.
As he walked into the bathroom, he felt that pang of guilt again. Only that this time, it was not because of James but it was because of Mireille herself.
He did not do love and the best he could offer to Mireille or any other woman at that was sex but Mireille was a woman who deserved a man who could give her everything and he was not that man. Dante knew that he would literally rip apart any man who wanted to just have sex with Mireille but this time, that man was himself.
Dante sighed softly, turning on the cold shower. He should not have approached her tonight not to talk of going as far as actually touching her.
It felt good, every second of it felt so fucking awesome and seemed right but he was not the right man for Mireille. Apart from the fact that Mireille needed a man who could provide her with love and loads of affection, she also needed a man whose life was not as dark as his was; a man whose hands had not been stained with the blood of countless people. He was darkness and she was light so he figured out he’d better start doing a good job in controlling his want and desire for her body and staying away from her.
He had to try to see her as a cute little princess once more and not as a sexy princess whom he wanted to see in a sexy lingerie or nothing.
Yet again, his hands subconsciously glided over the crown tattoo in his hard abs.
He spent a few more minutes in the shower before stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist with one single resolution.
He would NOT have anything sexual to do with his princess anymore. He was a man and he was more than ready to make sure he stuck to his resolution but he had no idea what thoughts were going to creep into his princess’s head, thoughts that would turn into actions and actions that would in turn break his resolve.