Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 101: It’s Time

Mia’s POV

Tonight, I wasn’t in it for the glory. It made me feel special that he thought I was a model since he was attempting to flatter me. Even though we knew it was impossible, he was still trying. At the very least, that was a sign of respect from me.

I have to admit that standing there, I felt like a million bucks. Money is well spent, yet it’s risky. My father was somewhere in the neighborhood of here and a half when Chris was born, so he was at least forty years older than my father. He didn’t recognize me because he didn’t know who I was. To my surprise, I’d arrived a day ahead of schedule. As a male, my father wouldn’t be scanning the throng for my face.

What time is it going to be now? That’s what I was trying to figure out. Home is where the heart is. I was eager to return to Chris’s house.

"My apologies, but it’s going to be a while. However, if you prefer, I can arrange for a taxi for you."

The heaviness of disappointment pressed down on my chest. That’s why he was so ready to ship me away. My age may have been a contributing factor. Is it because he recognized me?

The actual fun hasn’t even begun yet, so it’ll be a shame to see you go.

My skin crawled when he said it. The way he looked at me when he stated ’the real fun’ made me assume we weren’t talking about the post-fashion show parties that generally occur.

"Do you believe it’s worthwhile for me to remain?"

He didn’t give it a second thought and nodded right away.

"Absolutely."

He gave me a warm smile as he looked at me. I gave him a warm smile. In those two grins, something went between us that came dangerously close to the end.

When it’s time for the party, "Will you accompany me there?" I yearned for time spent solely with him. Looks at the time on his wristwatch. It was a gold Rolex that proclaimed his wealth. Much though I wasn’t interested in the fact that he was older, the fact that he was a wealthy older man made it even more thrilling. In spite of my father’s wealth, he never overindulged me.

Maybe he thought it would make a difference in the outcome. According to my plans for the remainder of the evening, it didn’t seem to have made much of a difference.

"Definitely. The guests must vacate the premises before the party can begin, and the rest of us must mix in the meanwhile. An hour should be enough time."

All around me were eyes peeled. Who else is going to sit around and sip champagne for an hour, I wonder?

The man in question shook his head and walked away.

"Are there any of you?"

He seemed embarrassed as he grinned. "The door is closed to the public. However, the view from there is breathtaking."

I had to make a move at this point. I put my arm around his shoulder.

When I ask, "Will you demonstrate for me?"

He was undecided. I’d be alone with him if it wasn’t open to the public. I shivered again at the thought.

"Okay."

As he walked me away from the mob, I left my hand precisely where it had been on his arm. The noise of conversation and music faded into the background, and the night’s silence took over. After Brian guided me around a pompous design wall that jutted out into the midst of nothingness, we were both alone. It was a wooden platform that protruded from the edge of a cliff, with the city sprawled out before us, its lights flashing and the world asleep.

"This is very stunning," I exclaimed. It surprised me by being so breathtaking. When I turned to face Brian, he was staring at me. He shifted my hair to the side with his fingers, causing a path of flames to be left in his wake. I was overcome with trepidation. Either we take action now, or we will regret it later. I knew if I didn’t do something, I’d end up regretting it for the rest of my life. I leaned up close to Chris and kissed him passionately on the lips. I was afraid he would push me away when he froze against me. But he had brought me here, and I was confident that he had caught up on what I had been saying.

In no time at all, he was kissing me in return. He seized my arms with his hands and dragged me to his side. – Suddenly, his tongue was in my mouth, and I felt his lips brush against my lips. Only peppermint and he could be tasted; there was no alcohol in him at all. Hadn’t he had a few too many? I was the only one who had enough booze in my system to have a good time. All of this was accomplished when he was entirely sober. I could feel the beard on his chin, the nails on his palms, and the erection in his underwear.

It roused something in me that would have terrified a less confident person. My body was telling me exactly what it wanted and what was going on. Pools of sweat formed between my legs as my body became overheated. In Chris’s mouth, I screamed with joy.

There was no going back after he put his hands on my breasts. I had my eye on him. Now more than ever. My back hit the wall we’d turned to get to the terrace when Chris marched me backward. My shoulders were tickled by some sort of creeper plant that hung from the top of my head. I didn’t pay attention to it.

Chris’s hands went down my body, across my hips, and onto the sole of my uncovered foot. His need was crushing into my hipbone as he shoved his body against mine.

When he got to where I wanted him to be, he reached beneath my dress and pushed it up. I was startled when his fingers touched my crotch and made me jump. I pushed them into me after yanking them to one side. I murmured under my breath, trying to be as silent as possible. All of this was done by me. Everything except sex had been done. When I was younger, I had hoped to save my virginity for someone who was truly worthy of it.

It was up to Chris whether or not he wanted it.

While fiddling with his belt and then the zipper, he took a step back and pushed his hips away from me. My gaze remained fixed on him as he escaped from the limitations of his jeans. Hard. Veined. Eager. His manhood had nothing to do with middle age. I couldn’t help but be seduced by the tip’s lustful sheen.

I hiked up my leg after taking my pant legs down and letting them fall off one foot. I shivered when I felt the chilly air on my bare sex. For the most part, Chris didn’t allow me to be exposed to the cold. With his body, he slammed the door shut. I felt the buckle on my thigh and then he walked up to my door and waited for me. I shuddered again, this time with excitement rather than fear. Nerves. When he thrust into me, I let out a scream of pain and shock. My abdomen was pierced by an excruciating agony after the bliss. The look on Brian’s face was unnerving.

Before his eyes widened, he had a momentary look of perplexity on his face.

I’m in a state of shock. My gaze was fixed on him as he spoke. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "You’ve never had sex."

His voice was scratchy and gravelly as if he had already forgotten who he was and what he was saying. I shook my head in agreement. It’s impossible for me to refute it. There was no way he couldn’t see that I hadn’t had sex with him previously. There were a few indicators.

He gulped it down. What if I don’t finish? I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was struggling to ask the inquiry.

I shook my head, clenching my fists. He had to keep going for me. He shook his head and put one hand on my hip while the other was braced against the wall. He shoved his way in front of me. The pain was excruciating, but a split second later, I was in a state of euphoria. Oh my god, this is what I’ve been waiting for! It was amazing, to put it mildly.

However, the wait was well worth it. Choosing an older person seemed like a logical choice to me. That’s what made me feel like I was everything to him till the point that I learned that I was still a virgin.

When I felt the sensation, my eyes closed and I gasped. I felt his lips on my skin, nibbling and kissing, as he cradled his head in my neck. It just served to hasten the arrival of an uncontrollable orgasm of epic proportions.

With each grunting sound, he made his way closer to me. After a few minutes, my body had gotten used to him and it wasn’t too unpleasant. Aside from being a little awkward, it wasn’t too horrible.

I was overcome with an intense and unexpected orgasm, and in an attempt to quiet it, I cuddled up in Chris’s arms and sobbed into his shoulder. I squeezed his blazer till the brightness faded and I regained consciousness.

Before I could respond, Chris shook his head and turned to me. His face was covered in a mixture of worry and sheer want.

Asked, "Is it okay if I..."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Please." I was counting on it being beneficial to him. He nodded and ramped up the pace a little more. He stroked quicker and harder into me. Once more, I was hit by that excruciating sensation. When we were moving slowly, my body was fine, but this was a different story. But Chris’s actions were suddenly animalistic rather than thought-out, and I screamed for him to stop. His body trembled and shuddered as he slammed into me. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the sensation of floating in a cloud of insanity as everything became hazy. A second time, his strokes shortened and sped up, and then he let go inside of me.

That was a guttural scream. My weapon was well-tuned. Afterward, it was all over! I felt him linger inside of me for a few whiles before he slipped out and stood next to me against the wall. He took a deep breath and held it. My lungs were working overtime as I forced myself to take deep breaths. I fixed my gaze on him.

It’s time to head back to the party, he moaned, swallowing hard. I gave a nod in agreement. I located my pants and reattached them to the leg they had fallen off of. When the material was against my flesh, I felt how wet I was - wet from both my lust and his. I was nervous because this was my first time and I didn’t know what to expect from Chris. I hadn’t given it much thought. I hadn’t anticipated the urge for tactile reassurance after having sex for the first time. I really ought to have done it.

Chris shook my hand. "How much time do you have to spare?"

The only thing I could do was nod. Even though my legs were unstable and I felt like I was on the edge of a precarious balance, I refused to let myself appear vulnerable.

"It’s time."

Suddenly, half of my anxieties were dispelled as he took my hand and drew me closer to him. When I needed him, he was there for me. To be honest, this was better than what I expected.