Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 91: Alone

Elizabeth’s POV

We were all alone in the house after my parents had gone. Despite Willie’s repeated mentions of going to work, he was confined to his room. He didn’t leave, and that told me he didn’t want to leave. Another possibility is that, in refusing to leave, he was in search of something... Knocking on his door gave me the opportunity to hear what was going on inside. I heard something in the room last night. In spite of his best efforts, he couldn’t help but let out small groans and grunts that I immediately recognized as orgasm sounds.

At first, he didn’t respond to my knocks on the door. Because Willie might be asleep, I thought. But then I realized that he was probably trying to avoid me at all costs. It all made sense. He was probably in a state of panic. Bless his heart, he couldn’t handle it. In any case, I had heard the noises he made before.

He was certain of his desire for it.

His gaze seemed to be fixed on me.

"Willie?" I knocked on the door again, this time with a word or two. "Have you gotten any sleep lately?" Just like that, he appeared before me with those beautiful blue eyes staring at me.

"We could have had a conversation, didn’t we?" Biting my lower lip, I said it. After the events of the previous night. Please accept my apologies if I offended you in any way; it was not my intention.

After a few moments of silence, his eyes softened, and I went on with my day, knowing that we were the only ones at home.

So I told him, "Last night I heard you," and he laughed. By slipping in and out of cracks in the walls. As I’m sure you’ve heard me," I replied.

I pushed open the door and entered the room as Willie took a step back, turning around and preparing to keep me out. As long as he didn’t leave me, I wouldn’t let him go.

"Yes, we can," I insisted. He jerked off last night, and I’ve noticed how you look at me. In my opinion, I’m not a knucklehead. You’re looking for me, Willie. You can bet that I’m on the lookout for you right now. "It’s something we both clearly want," we say, "why do we keep denying ourselves something so wonderful?"

After a wild night the night before, I was feeling a little groggy this morning. It only served to reaffirm my preconceived notions about his feelings for me. That’s why I didn’t hesitate this time when I heard him stumble and know it was because of my presence in his mind.

Then, I approached him and kissed his lips as close as I could get, standing inches away from him.

"Willie, I sacrificed myself for you." That’s something you should be aware of, right? The boys I could have had at college didn’t sway me one way or another. "I waited, despite the fact that I was horny. " I said with a smile. "What’s more, do you really want to deny me something I’ve been looking forward to my entire life?"

Inhaling deeply, Willie appeared surprised by what I’d said. In his demeanor, it appeared as if he didn’t believe what I was saying at all. Nevertheless, his eyes were wide open, and they contained a mixture of fear and desire. As I talked about being a virgin, his expression became more lustful and longing. What made me wonder was whether or not this was his first time with someone who was a virgin.

I explained that I didn’t want to just give away my virginity to anyone. As I know you will, I wanted to save it for someone who would appreciate it, appreciate me, and treat me with the same gentleness, love, and kindness that you will.

I was prepared for him to pull away when I reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Contrary to popular belief, he did not. Instead, he reached out to touch my hand as well. Inhaling the scent of his skin, I closed my eyes and let him caress my cheek.

"I don’t think I’m worthy of such an accolade," he said. "Wow, Eliza. If you think I am, I’m not. As far as I’m concerned, you deserve far more than I can offer. I’m a better person," he says, "and you should have a younger man."

"It’s my decision who’s worthy or not," I said, my voice low as I leaned in closer to him. "Let me be clear about something: I’m a fully consenting adult who has nothing to hide. I don’t consider myself a naive young lady. I get it, and I’d love to spend some time with you for the first time."

I smothered him with a passionate kiss, and he was unable to pull away before I could finish my sentence. While holding his face close to mine, I thrust my tongue into his mouth and kissed him. As soon as we put our lips to each other, a dam of lust and desire was broken. As I kissed him back, he cradled my upper torso in his arms. I could feel the embers of passion smoldering beneath his skin as he kissed and touched me. At this point in our relationship, it felt like I was finally giving him the permission to do something that had been on his wish list for quite some time.

His face was stubbly and itchy, with soft lips. Trevor, a fourteen-year-old boy, was the first man I had ever kissed. My first sexual encounter with a mature man turned out to be a mistake.

To be honest, it was far better than any high school or college boy who groped and pulled at me while barely moving their tongue inside my mouth. As for Willie, he knew how to make a woman fall in love. This man had an uncanny ability to make me gasp out loud with his kisses.

His shirt’s buttons were pressed against my fingers. I fumbled around with them, eager to get my hands on his flesh and remove his shirt. He came to a halt, however. My hands were grabbed before I had a chance to remove a single button.

"We can’t," he said in a stern voice.

"We can, though," I countered, re-kissing him. "And we will, Willie," the group responds. I managed to wriggle my hands free of his grasp and resumed the process of unplugging the buttons. This time, however, I managed to get his shirt off before he pushed me against the wall. He gave me a lusty grin as he pinned my hands to the wall above my head.

"Eliza, this isn’t right at all," he insisted.

My stomach tightened as he spoke, indicating that he didn’t think it was completely out of bounds.

"What’s up with that, Willie? The only way you’ll get it is if you admit it. It’s something I’m cognizant of. As much as I crave you, your body craves me."

He didn’t deny it, but he did move back a bit so that he wasn’t pressing up against me. In order to feel his erection again, I thrust my hips outward while pressing my lower body into him without using my hands. My heart was set on it. It was a great help. It had to be somewhere inside of me. My mischievous grin as I pressed against his hard cock was a welcome sight as I pressed against him. He looked at me with a low, lustful growl in his throat as I continued to press myself against him.

"Is it possible that your parents are still in the house?"

I kissed him and tasted his sweet lips and felt his tongue against mine before he could finish speaking. His hard cock was pushed into me as I wrapped my legs around his body in order to get support. Every pore in my body was scalding hot, and I was drenched to the skin. When Willie was around, it seemed impossible to keep one’s pants clean and dry. I let out a muffled groan as his hard dick pressed into the very center of me as I sank my body into him. In spite of his trembling, Willie held on to me with both arms and legs, relying solely on his own strength. He fixed his gaze on me.

I could see it in his eyes. He trembled in fear. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of having an affair with his best friend’s daughter; it was just that he couldn’t decide between the two.

I knew it must be strange for him. However, everything changes with the passage of time. I was female. He was of legal age. We must have had some sort of sexual fetish in common. We could do something we used to enjoy doing as a group instead.

"Please accept my apologies – "

"That’s fine," I replied. "You can do it, Willie. I’m confident in your abilities. There is no doubt in my mind that you’re pleading with me for it. It’s as much of a priority for me as it is for you.

The more I scratched him, the more I whimpered like a dog in heat. Because I needed him so badly, I lost all self-control. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked against the wall while he ripped my clothes off. Right there, right now.

That hard cock inside of me was all that mattered to me, and I didn’t care if anyone else heard. He was exactly what I was looking for in a partner.

"Please, Willie, don’t screw me over. Baby, I can’t wait any longer. Now it’s over with me."

His breathing was ragged and heavy, and I could tell that he was resisting the urge. This man was torn between what he truly desired and what he believed to be the correct and proper thing to do. Although he was working so hard, I could see it in his face. Primal in nature, it was a harrowing experience. Animalistic. There were signs that his true self was beginning to emerge. Despite his best efforts, the little devil on his shoulder persisted in persuading him to do what he did not want to do.