Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Eleven

Demola froze where he stood.

His eyes remained glued to my face while I trained mine to the floor. This had gone from really incredible to awkward real fast.

"So you lied to me?" he said after we'd been quiet for a few moments. I tried looking up at him but immediately got distracted by the organ that was still quite hard and was pointing at me. "Cat got your tongue?"

I startled, jumping a little. Somehow, I'd lost track of the conversation. This was what being around Demola did to me. "I'm sorry."

Ignoring my apology, he walked back, towards his bed. He dumped the condom on the nightstand and then sat on the bed, legs spread. Was this it? Was my mention of virginity enough to chase him away? It wasn't really much of a big deal to me so why did it seem like it was to him? I hadn't ever had the notion that my intact hymen was something to be kept for someone. I'd simply not met someone who would enchant me enough to let go.

"Come here," Demola said in that growly voice that made my toes curl. I slowly padded to him, my footfalls silent as I moved carefully. His eyes were trained on mine when I came to a stop in front of him. He pulled me closer till I was in between his spread thighs. "On your knees."

I did as instructed, curious as to where this would lead. "I don't like liars," he continued, gripping my jaw in his hand. He squeezed a little before letting go. "You should be punished for this."

"What do you want me to do?" I was oh so eager to please him. Was this some kind of dominance play? I didn't know, but the novelty of it excited me.

"You have to make me cum," he said. "If I fuck you like this, I'm afraid it would not be gentle. It would hurt and I wouldn't be able to stop."

So, sex was still on the table. That alone was enough motivation.

"Have you ever sucked a cock, darling?"

I nodded. I'd given a lot of blowjobs. Dating would have been really hard if I was refusing to put out and still denying the guys some sort of pleasure.

"So you're not so innocent, are you?" He dragged a finger across my lips, rubbing it. When he pressed his finger to my lower lip, I opened my mouth to let him in. I could taste myself on his finger as I slowly began to suck on it, my eyes fixed on him. Demola shut his eyes, then shook his head before pulling away. "You suck cocks, you let men touch you, you finger yourself and you fantasize about me. You're far from innocent."

His words were turning me on. Was this dirty talking?

I slowly lowered my head, his eyes on me. I held his gaze as I licked the crown of his penis. I slowly trailed my tongue down, licking the length of him before finally letting him in my mouth. Demola was quiet throughout, the only signs of him being affected were his hands fisting the sheets as he watched me. He was big down there so I couldn't take all of him in. Using my right hand, I began to jerk him off in tandem with the movement of my mouth.

I pushed him deeper, letting him touch my throat before pulling back, then repeated it a few times. Each time I did, Demola's body bucked. His fingers were no longer on the sheets but cradling my face. I knew he was trying his best to not push my head down so I could take more of his length. I didn't want that. Demola was too put together for my liking. I wanted him out of control. I needed to make him come undone and let loose.

Determined, I worked harder, taking him as deep as I could go. My eyes watered and I struggled to breath, but giving up was not an option. While my right hand kept on working him, I used my left to fondle his balls. I gently massaged while I worked him until Demola was letting out loud groans.

"I'm going to cum, Daniella. Now's the time to pull away." He wasn't quite where I wanted if he could still call me by my full name.

I sucked harder, eliciting a moan from him. That was enough to let him know what I wanted. Demola gripped my hair and held me in place, then he began to fuck my mouth, letting out groans. The sounds he was making pleased me. It was magical to know I was making Demola feel this way. I felt powerful and sexy on my knees, pleasuring this man.

Demola came with a loud growl, his semen spurting into my throat. He pulled away, spilling some on my lips and chest. I quickly swallowed, using my fingers to wipe my mouth and licking that too.

"Fuck." Demola hissed, his eyes on me. "You're going to be the death of me."

I remained kneeling, his cum on my chest and my mouth full with the taste of him. The ball was in his court still. I had no idea what to do or say at this moment. I was super turned on but was lacking the confidence to do anything about it.

Demola stood, his penis already getting hard again. It bobbed as he moved and my eyes were immediately drawn to that organ. I couldn't stop imagining it inside me, what it would feel like and if I would enjoy it. He tugged me to my feet, holding me when I staggered. He picked a shirt from the floor and wiped my chest. I was then pushed onto the bed, with Demola quickly following. Without waiting to be told, I scooted up the bed, resting my back against the headboard then I let my legs fall open. Demola inhaled sharply, his eyes affixed to my very centre.

"You're dripping, Dani. Your thighs are even soaked." Demola had such a raw mouth. He stated things as they were. "Is this how much I turn you on?"

I nodded in reply, watching him watch me. He grabbed the condom and slowly rolled it on before climbing over me. "I'll try to be slow," he said.

"I don't want slow, Demola. I don't have the patience for it." My voice was hoarse from all the screaming I'd been doing.

Demola laughed. "You'll want me to be slow, especially with how thick I am. Trust me."

Was that not what I was doing? I was trusting him and letting him be my first. I was blindly following him down a path I'd never traveled before. He lined his penis with my slit, rubbing against me for a bit before slowly pushing through. I inhaled, expecting it to hurt but Demola paused before anything could happen.

"You good?"

I nodded, shifting underneath him to try and work him deeper. Demola gripped my thighs, pinning them to the bed as he gave me a warning look. He pushed in another few inches, his gaze not leaving mine. I nodded again, giving him the go ahead to continue. When he did again, I immediately went still.

"Just a little bit more," he said, pausing again. It was uncomfortable and tight and him remaining in one place was beginning to hurt. He released my legs so he could touch my face.

I wanted to be done with it so I pushed against him, sliding the last few inches home. The pain hit me then.

"Fuck!"

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Don't panic people.

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