Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Ten

The next few days were spent in pretty much the same pattern. I woke late, ate breakfast, chatted with either my aunt or uncle till lunch, then I'd spend the rest of my time online; thanks to the unlimited wifi. I ate dinner and continued surfing the net till late at night before eventually falling asleep. Demola and I barely spoke and we definitely never talked about what had happened. He returned the toy to my room when I was downstairs and has been scarce ever since.

I wasn't sure what to think about that. Was he avoiding me? Had our make out session been that bad? Was that why he was staying away? I was full of unanswered questions, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

The second week of December was already ending and I had exactly fourteen days left till I had to go back home and I'd spent most of that time being lazy. My uncle and aunt apologized to me regularly for not being able to take me out on the town. Aunt NK had even suggested Demola taking me for a drive but the guy had refused, stating that he had a prior engagement.

The man seemed relentless in avoiding me which was why I made up my mind to confront him. Today was a good day because my aunt had another doctor's appointment and they'd just left. Demola was in his room, and I could hear the movie he was watching. I'd briefly seen him take his breakfast upstairs and that had been what prompted this confrontation.

I knocked on his door and heard him say, "come in," before pushing the door open. He was bare chested and in bed, with his gaze focused on the television. I knew he knew it was me from the way he tensed up, but Demola didn't say anything. I walked further into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning."

He barely looked up at my greeting. "Morning. What do you need?" he asked, focus still not on me.

I grabbed the TV remote and turned it off, finally getting his attention. His eyes snapped to me seconds before his hand did. Already expecting him to reach for the remote, I stood up and took a step back. He stood up, giving me a view of his shorts that were riding very low on his hips. I was momentarily distracted, which was enough time for him to swipe the remote.

"I remember telling you not to pull stunts like this." His voice was a low growl as he took more steps towards me. I unwillingly moved back. "I said I wouldn't tolerate it a second time, didn't I?"

"What are you going to do about it?" My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

He came to a stop in front of me and stared me down. "You keep pushing and pushing. One day you'll push harder and get more than you can handle."

I wanted so badly to push Demola. I could only imagine the things he would do to me and that was enough to get me excited.

"What do you want?" he asked, turning back to his bed.

"Are you avoiding me?"

Demola turned again, his eyes sweeping from my head to my toes as if taking my measure. Then he looked away, like I didn't measure up. It was an identical look to the one he'd given me that first day I'd come, when I was clothed in just a towel. The same look that had started all of this. Like before, it infuriated me.

"Why would I avoid you? Surely, you don't think our few minutes of madness is enough to get me to avoid you?"

"Madness?"

"Unlike you, some people do have a life and do tend to get busy with it. Not everyone spends all their time on TikTok."

So while avoiding me, he'd still kept tabs on me? It took my anger down a few notches, but not completely. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, worse, I disliked the tone he was even using.

"If you were not avoiding me, then why didn't you bring up what happened? I expected us to talk about it," I countered.

"What's there to talk about? We made out, end of story."

"End of story?" I was perplexed. "So, you have no intention of doing nothing else? We made out, case closed?"

He gave me a scathing look, one that was meant to offend me but instead was serving the purpose of edging me on. "What were you expecting? We enjoyed those minutes, but was it supposed to mean something else?"

"Demola!" This man that I'd known for only two weeks had the ability to cut me so deep with his words.

"What? What exactly do you want from me, Daniella?"

Should I or should I not say it? What would be smart in this situation? Confess I wanted him to fuck me or tell him to fuck off this instant? I was so confused yet incredibly turned on.

"You," was the answer that fell from my lips.

Demola watched me for a few seconds, his chest rising and falling heavily. He was in front of me in an instant, and in the next, he was kissing me. His mouth attacked mine in a kiss that was far from gentle. Demola poured all his anger and frustration into that kiss and still, I loved it. His fingers tugged at my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss. I surrendered, letting him take as much as he wanted. He bit my lower lip, using his tongue to lick away the sting.

He must have moved us as we kissed because I was suddenly pressed against the wall. His fingers made short work of my top, tugging the thin straps down and letting the material hang on my waist. He squeezed each heavy breast before licking the nipples with his tongue. I moaned deeply, arching my body to grant him more access. He sucked so hard that it was actually painful, but when he blew on it, the pain changed to something more pleasurable.

I was flipped with my chest pressed against the wall. Demola peppered kisses on my back, going down to my ass. My shorts found their way to the floor and I stepped out of it. He bit the round flesh of my ass, then spanked the same spot. I've never been treated like this and somehow, instead of feeling humiliated by it, I actually enjoyed it. He dropped to his knee, spread my cheeks open and then his tongue was there. I'd never imagined one could feel pleasure from being touched there, but as Demola rimmed me, I felt my pussy clench.

He dipped a finger into my vagina, growling at the wetness he found there. "You like this," he said, his voice one of surprise. "You're so wet and I've barely touched your pussy."

I moaned again as his mouth returned to my ass. He added another finger to my pussy and began fucking me with it while his mouth rimmed me. I came with a hoarse cry, leaning all my weight on the wall. Demola pulled away, and I heard the distinct crackling of foil as he ripped open a condom.

"Wait, wait," I cried out. If I didn't tell him now, Demola would penetrate me without knowing I was a virgin. I turned to face him, panting a little from the high I'd just been through.

"What is it? Do you want me to stop?"

"No. No, that's not it. The thing is, I'm a virgin," I stammered.

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