Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 95: I Felt About Him Is Real

Eliza’s POV

The way I felt about Willie was real. How realistic it is. As a result of its authenticity, the experience hurt. And I wished I could have faith that his feelings for me were as genuine as mine were, but it was hard to tell. What was happening between us baffled him. Even though what we were doing wasn’t wrong or immoral, I could tell he was still struggling with the moral implications. But there was something I picked up on when I checked out his room that night that made me wonder if there was more. Perhaps it lay hidden beneath the surface, but I knew it was there.

I knew he’d been lonely ever since Bea had left him. And I never understood why he never dated anyone else. He could have easily found another partner if he had so desired. He was both stunningly handsome and independently wealthy, so naturally, people wanted to see what he had in his underwear.

But he was still on his own. Surely he had dabbled in the occasional fling or two. In other words, I would have to hedge my bets. If so, he didn’t mention it. He also didn’t travel with any gal pals. Instead, he shut himself away at home, seemingly preoccupied with his renovations and his job. And then he went and took my virginity, and that was the beginning of the end.

It should be noted that our sexual activity did not cease. With time, the awkwardness and pain faded away. However, the excitement was just as high as it had been the first time.

My first time sucking his cock was accompanied by a soft "Yes, oh yes" as my red lips wrapped themselves around that thick base. I watched him from below as he stroked my hair and examined my reactions. The first time he went in my mouth, I almost threw up from the unusual flavor, but I managed to get it all down and even wiped it off my chin with a grin on my face. I looked up at him with eyes that seemed to plead with him. He gazed at me with awe and lust and a healthy dose of need. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me. I couldn’t keep count of how many times he cummed in or on me before being ready to go again. To put it another way, it seemed as though his cock didn’t loosen up unless he specifically instructed it to. I’d heard that older men have trouble performing the same show more than once, but I knew with Willie that wouldn’t be a problem. He had the energy and virility of a young man.

When we were alone, Willie never hesitated to give it to me. There was more to it than just fucking, though. We also discussed various topics. Quite a bit of time was devoted to our conversation. We kissed each other. We ended up hugging it out. In general, I slept in his bed quite often, and each time I had to sneak out before my parents got home from work. It was a gamble, but after some consideration, we decided to take the plunge.

That is until the police arrived and arrested us. Just like the first time we shared a bed, it was a Saturday. It was just the two of us at home because my folks were out doing errands and Rhea was away on vacation. As a result, when we were alone and had some downtime, we did what we always did; we fucked each other’s asses.

I was fucking Willie while he sucked on one of my nipples. Since there was no one else around, we didn’t bother keeping a low profile. When we were free to be obnoxious and crude with one another, the atmosphere was always electric. One of my favorite things was when he would call out my name (among other, naughtier things). Things were always more heated when we weren’t stifled by a need to speak quietly. As soon as my parents left, we knew we’d have at least a couple of hours to ourselves to fuck.

I jumped up and down on Willie’s cock and yelled, "Fuck yes!"

I could feel the climax building to a blaze within me, but I managed to hold off. The times that Willie and I spent together were the high points of my day. I was anticipating our bodies’ simultaneous spasms and shudders of joy. Waiting for it to develop between us is what I’m doing now.

Willie’s breathing and grunting, as well as his deeper and harder thrusts into me, indicated that he was getting closer. It was as if he had completely lost control and was trying to force himself to come. In contrast, I imagined that he sounded like an animal when we were close, going completely bonkers as I fucked him as hard as I could. He matched my rhythm with his own upward lunges, cramming himself into my tight little pussy. When I clenched my fists, he let out a squeal of delight that I will never get tired of hearing.

I wanted to let that fiery seed burst forth from me, as evidenced by Willie’s fascination with the sounds and words I made. As he jerked his body upward, Willie mumbled, "I’m...cumming..." and freed my nipple. He snatched my rear end and threw me on top of himself, ending the argument. Like a bolt of lightning, my orgasm ripped through me, and I yelled his name helplessly. My body felt like it was on fire from the intense pleasure that washed over me.

Our initial elation obscured the fact that there was another person in the house with us. Footsteps. On the moving stairs. Both Willie and I looked up at each other with wide eyes as we reached for our respective clothing. I had just about reached the door of the closet when it opened suddenly and unexpectedly. After opening, it slammed into the wall behind it with a thud, representing the sound of decision. As we walked through the door, my dad appeared and stared at us.

It was all explained to him. Because of the look on his face, I knew. In spite of my best efforts to conceal myself in a closet, he still managed to overhear everything.

I mumbled under my shirt, "What are you doing back already, Daddy?"

He had a red face, his hands were clenched at his sides, and he didn’t look at me. He was fixing his ferocious glare on Willie, and I’d never seen him look so angry before. It gave him a frightening, crazed air. It would have been easy for Willie to make a snide remark about how things weren’t what they seemed, but he refrained. The two of us were equally responsible. There was no use in denying or covering it up. We had been caught with our proverbial hands in the cookie jar.

With a chill in his tone, my father told me, "Eliza, go to your room. I need to speak with Willie."

When Willie began to say, "Listen, David – " my father drew back his fist and slammed it into Willie’s jaw. My dad’s fist sounded like a gunshot when he slammed it into Willie’s face. A solid, loud popping noise could be heard. As I watched, Willie’s head jerked back and he grunted in pain. He had a nosebleed, and I watched as blood streamed down his face. When Willie landed on the floor, he grunted, got up, and stared at my dad. As I yelled, I ran in front of them to try to stop them.

"Don’t touch me! I’m not a baby anymore!"

My father looked right through me and yelled, "Get the fuck out of my house."

When challenged, Willie did not respond in kind. He gave a curt nod, gathered his belongings, and started walking away while keeping his head bowed. It was clear to me that he was feeling remorse, shame, sadness, and anger. As I trailed behind him, my dad grabbed my arm and stopped me cold. When I turned around, his eyes were fixed on me.

"Don’t bother me."

I squirmed out of his grasp and yelled, my heart sputtered in my chest and my blood ran cold. And so, I guess I should clarify. We hadn’t even hinted at the L word, let alone used it. However, there I was, embarrassing myself by speaking out loud. Willie stopped in the doorway, but he didn’t turn to look at me. A wave of tears swept over me as I desperately tried to reach him, but my father refused to let go of my hand.

I told him, "I love him," in the vain hope that he would return the sentiment. This wasn’t just about his friend fucking me, and my dad might catch on if he repeated it. There was a beautiful and unique connection developing between us. To be sure, we were fucking each other like rabbits, but we were also getting to know each other better. To prove to my father that this was more than just physical, I needed him to tell me he loved me back.

In contrast, Willie didn’t say a word. With his hands in his pockets and his head lowered, he walked out of the room looking sullen and withdrawn. Until we heard Willie’s front door close behind him, my dad wouldn’t let go of me.

When he finally let go of me, I threw on a shirt and ran down the stairs. I realized it was too late when I walked through the front door.

With a screeching of tires, Julian’s car sped out of the driveway and down the street. All traces of Willie were gone.

My mom was standing close by, her mouth agape as she stared at me. She seemed torn between comforting me and bolstering my father, as she looked down the hall and then up the stairs.

When I told William for the third time that I loved him, I was more thinking of my dad than of myself. I adore him, and I’m an adult who has the right to express my emotions and desires in any way I see fit.

"You don’t love him, Eliza," my dad said as he descended the stairs.

"You’re not old enough."

I pointed at my mom and said, "You’re a talker, you goddamn hypocrite."

I yelled at him, "I’m not a fucking child!" She then declares, "I’m an adult." Whether you agree with my choice of sexual partners or not, I am an adult woman who has the right to decide for herself.

"He took advantage of you, sweetheart." The advice my father gave me was, "He’s an older man, you’re a naive, younger – "

His new tone was more soothing. It felt like he was reaching out to establish some sort of rapport with me.

I crossed my arms and said, "I’m not naive, and I wasn’t duped; and for your information, I’m the one who came on to him and expressed my feelings." I had to fight him off and talk some sense into him, but I won in the end. I persisted until I achieved my goal.

My mom spoke her mind when she had the chance. She looked directly at my dad and said, "I agree," in a soft voice.

"Our daughter, if there is one thing that can be said about her, is not naive. They’ve always been close, and she has a soft spot for Willie. You know this already. Since she was a teenager, you’ve known this, right?"

"But he should have known better. My father always harped on the fact that I didn’t have the guts to disagree with him."

"If so, how long has this been going on?

I snapped at my dad, "I’ve known I love him for long enough. And that’s all the data you’re allowed to have. In any case, I am an adult female. I am entitled to my privacy."

I was no longer interested in continuing our conversation. In remembering what he had done to Willie, even looking at him made me feel ill. Because of how ill he made me feel, I sought refuge wherever he wasn’t. I needed to get Willie’s number, so I headed upstairs. After dropping the bomb on him (saying I love him) and after my father had spoken to him, I felt the need to talk to him. It was imperative that I make sure he was okay.

My father called out to me as I ascended the stairs, "Get back here." Saying, "This isn’t the end"

"Yeah, we are," I growled. We’re finished up for good, dad. I didn’t bother to turn around and look at him because the very idea of doing so was repulsive. Instead, I gave him the bird as I climbed the stairs and entered my room, slamming the door and locking it behind me.

With tears streaming down my face, I sank into bed and reached for my phone. The call to Willie’s number was routed to voicemail. I wasn’t shocked, but that’s not to say I was expecting anything else.

Imagine if this really were the final Chapter. What if there was no point to begin with?

Yes, I thought, but no, it couldn’t be! It was impossible for it to be over. Simply put, it was impossible. A lot of new sights and adventures lay in wait. There was a wealth of mutual learning and bonding potential in the form of countless intimate evenings. A crush on him existed in me. To be honest, I think I’ve always loved him in my heart. I had no choice but to chase after him. It would have been a shame to pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.