Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Six

I was pushing him, that I knew. However, I was so turned on that I couldn't stop myself from pushing into his finger. It didn't help that the couple in the movie were now fucking. I dragged my gaze away from the screen to focus on what was going on between my thighs.

His finger slid down till he was pushing it inside my heated cleft. I groaned at the impact as he moved the finger in and then out.

"Are you a virgin?" Demola asked. "You're so tight."

"I'm not," I rasped. It didn't matter if I was. I had the feeling that if he knew, he would stop what he was doing. Besides, I've let other men finger and pleasure me. What's the big deal about being penetrated by a dick? What mattered was having his hands on me, so I gave him a response he'd favor.

He worked another finger inside me and began to scissor the two, slowly stretching me. I shut my eyes to the onslaught of pleasure he was giving me. He hadn't kissed me or played with any other part of my body. Infact, the only places we were touching was where his fingers were pumping in and out of. I was embarrassed at how turned on I was by this man.

"Keep your eyes open," he muttered. The couple on screen had stopped fucking so I kept my eyes on Demola's face. He didn't look at me though, instead his gaze was riveted to what he was doing to me.

I wriggled and pressed myself against him wanting more, so much more. Demola's thumb suddenly pressed into my clit and I shot off the bed. I watched as he grinned then started rubbing his thumb against my most sensitive spot. His fingers were still pumping inside of me and I felt like I could go off.

"Yes, yes, yes," I cried out. "I'm going to cum."

The moment those words left my mouth, he withdrew his fingers and took a few steps away from the door. "Leave," he said simply.

I blinked in confusion, my gaze traveling from him to my spread legs and back again. Surely, I had heard wrongly. Demola did not just leave me hanging. There was no way he was sending me out after stimulating me so.

"What?"

"Are you hard of hearing?" He walked to his bedroom door and pulled it open. "Get out."

"But... You were touching..." I trailed off as I sat up. "I was almost there!"

"I don't owe you any pleasure. Like I said before, you're trouble and I don't want any of it, now leave." He waved at the open door.

Flushed red with humiliation, I pulled my shorts back on and walked out. I made sure to lock my door behind me before kicking off my shorts again. What if he doesn't get me off? Was that enough to just let this feeling go away? I refused to give Demola the satisfaction of leaving me horny.

I pressed my fingers to my wet slit and slipped a finger inside. It didn't fill me up like Demola's so I added another. I shut my eyes as I imagined those fingers to be his. If there was something I was really good at, it was fantasizing. So, I spread my legs and let it happen.

"I want you so much," Demola said as he stared up at me. He was kneeling between my spread legs and looking at me with so much intensity. "I want to taste you." He licked his lips.

"Beg for it," I moaned, rubbing my clit.

"Please. Please baby. Let me suck your pussy," he begged. I removed my hand and spread my legs further.

The first swipe of his tongue hit me like a drug. I cried out at the impact as he began to suck on my clit. His fingers were back inside me. He fucked me with them while his mouth lapped up my juices.

"Open your eyes and look at me," I commanded. "Keep looking at me as you suck my pussy." His eyes opened and he did as I instructed. "You're such a good boy."

With his dark eyes staring at me, I cried out my climax.

As my orgasm washed over me, I slowly became aware of where I was. My eyes opened and my fingers went limp at my sides. If I couldn't have Demola, fantasizing about him was the next best thing. I let myself drop to the floor, weak from the workout I'd given myself.

***

It was around dinnertime when Aunt Nk and Uncle Mike came back. I heard the car pull into the compound while I got dressed after my shower. I listened to them park and then make their way inside. Demola's voice could be heard as he laughed with my aunt. I heard them ask about me and then Demola replied that I was asleep.

He sounded so innocent, not at all like the man that had fingered me and left me hanging. I wondered if he'd heard me moaning as I fucked myself to fantasies of him. Had he done the same? Surely, he'd also been aroused. Did he jerk off to thoughts of me? Or did I simply have no effect on him?

Huffing, I made my way downstairs. Uche had set the table and Demola was the only one there. I watched him as he ate with one hand and operated his phone with the other.

"Where are they?"

He looked at me for a few seconds before looking at his plate. "They've gone to bed."

"I didn't hear them come up."

"They didn't go up. The doctor told them to take it easy and avoid stress. So they took a bedroom downstairs to avoid the stairs. It's not like you'd have noticed, seeing as you were so busy."

I took the chair opposite him. "Busy? How?"

He stared at me, one eyebrow raised and then he smirked. He'd heard me masturbating? Was that it? "I'm not sure you need me to answer that. I could hear you moaning."

Maybe his intentions were to embarrass me, but you can't shame the shameless. I grinned as I took a sip of my water. "Oh. You heard me finishing what you started? No need to thank me," I said. "I already knew you couldn't finish the job."

He stared at me some more before shaking his head. Without saying anything else, he continued his meal. I counted that as a win. I had the last word and proved to him that he couldn't embarrass me. Maybe he'd expected me to stay horny and wait for him to throw a bit of attention my way. I was very happy to disappoint him.

"Maybe next time, don't do it against your door? I don't care to hear your annoying sounds," he said after a few minutes of quiet.

"How did you know I was by the door? I wasn't that loud. So, unless you'd been at my door eavesdropping..."

"I didn't eavesdrop. I was walking past and then I heard you," he argued.

"It's fine." I smiled. Demola went back to his meal but it was obvious I affected him because till I left, he kept pushing his food around his plate, not eating any of it.

I felt his gaze follow me to the kitchen and then when I went back upstairs. I was satisfied with my conclusion; Demola was also sexually attracted to me, no matter how much he was trying to hide it.

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Incase you didn't get it, the parts in italics was Daniella fantasizing. Do we want to read from Demola's point of view too or should I keep it strictly Dani's? Let me know by commenting.

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