Sin With Me | 18+ | ✔️

8 • Passion

My back arches even more into him, pressing myself against his body. I do as he ordered.

Slowly, torturously, he enters me- stretching me out. From my previous orgasm I'm wet enough for him to slip inside easily, but it had been a while for me and the position I'm in only intensifies the feeling.

When he is fully inside, we both gasp and a few moments after I adjust to his size, he pulls out almost completely just to thrust inside again. My eyes roll back into my head for a second as I whine.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath.

I feel him almost pulling out again, slamming into me and provoking sounds that only prove how much my body enjoys him.

He doesn't pick up the pace yet, his movements still torturously slow but hard. I'm not used to a man taking his time with me. I knew quick and quicker, but not that.

My body feels like it could explode at any moment from all the heat that rushes through it. I didn't know how incredibly good it could feel to have slow, hard sex. And I know that he knows what he's doing by the way he hits a spot that makes me see stars, every time he slams into me. It's so intense I'm struggling to breath the whole time, my head not being able to form one proper thought.

I didn't know I needed exactly that.

The waves of pleasure I already knew feel so much more intense that way and it takes not more than a few moments until I claw my fingernails into the palm of my hands and bite my lips to shuffle my deep, steady moans.

Suddenly I squirm and one of my muffled moans comes out loud and breathy when his fingers suddenly come down to circle my clit. I whine while my eyebrows furrow.

He moans as I clench around him instinctively. "Fuck. I didn't know you were so sensitive, baby..."

His words followed by him moving quicker now, let my mouth fall open, now whimpering and moaning with every thrust. I turn my head to the side, catching a look of him in my peripheral.

"Oh god."

He catches my gaze with his eyes and I'm allowed to see the sexiest view of my life. His expression is twisted in pleasure, his eyes pools of passion, animalistic lust and dominance.

He grins darkly and I see his arm moving from down south to my head. Two of his fingers glistening in the low light of the room, coming up to my mouth.

I keep the eyecontact and open my mouth, gladly subdueing. His hot fingers enter my mouth and I start sucking immediately, tasting myself, throwing my head back from him speeding up again.

He curses under his breath and I can feel myself nearing my high.

My stomach twists in the best way possible and my orgasm hits me like a train. I whine against his fingers, brows furrowed.

"There you go, baby," he praises with a husky voice.

I shudder and squirm as his movements get sloppy, while he's reaching his own high.

A few seconds pass of us panting and riding out our last waves of pleasure.

He slips out of me and I miss him immediately.

I couldn't possibly... need more after all of that, could I?

I turn around and after a second of searching inside his eyes for an answer to my question, I get one.

My breathing still goes hard, my skin sweaty but he doesn't seem to think about this ending here. This time it is me who lets our lips collide passionately. He deepens the kiss with a groan and I grab his shoulders, travelling down his muscular arms, then up again to his neck and down to his chest.

It feels like an eternity when I pull apart to catch some air.

"Avan," I breath, "I need you... again."

He chuckles and I blush slightly at my tipsy words. They are true though.

Avan kisses me and I feel his hands on my ass, squeezing firmly before I squeal of surprise.

His lips leave mine and I need a moment to open my eyes after.

"My apartment is just two minutes from here," he husks into my ear and I feel goosebumps errupting on my skin. "I wouldn't want to continue what I have in mind for you in here..."

My eyes switch from Avan to the room I didn't even take a look at once since we came here. Play on words intended.

It's a little storage room with bottles of alcohol and other stuff all over the shelves.

Is it even legal to be in here? How did he know about this room?

The man caught my attention again and suddenly I get so lost inside his dark eyes that I decide to answer him first before I'm the one asking questions.

"Okay," I smirk and nod my head once.

He mirrors my smirk and kisses me again, quickly, before he gets rid of the used condom and we fix ourselves hastily.

We leave the little room and I fix my hair while trying not to blush furiously. I feel his hand on my lower back, just like that evening we met for the first time. All those people that eye us definitely could tell what had happened. To add to that I can't ignore how they all look at Avan with respect in their eyes, some of the men nodding towards him, some giving me a hasty glance before returning their gaze to Avan behind me, then quickly looking away.

It shouldn't surprise me how he seems to have an aura of pure dominance that has a direct impact on everyone around us. He is scary and intimidating but there is something else that makes you want to obey him. Or be bratty, if you're longing for your life to end. Maybe I will risk it all, I want to explore what my character was offering behind my trophy wife facade.

I turn my head around to Avan, still walking, and I have to look up to this giant as I wonder how I got so lucky to spend my night with a god like him.