Chapter 750 Deliberate Sarcasm
In the evening, the soft sunlight streamed through the villa's windows, casting a warm golden glow.
Inside, it was quiet, with a faint floral scent lingering in the air, as if time had frozen in that moment.
A gentle breeze lightly brushed the curtains, whispering softly.
Dalton lay behind Mia, gently caressing her with his fingers, and couldn't help but kiss her.
Mia opened her tired eyes and moved slightly, trying to avoid his kiss.
Dalton held her shoulders, turned her around, gently touched her slightly swollen lips with his fingers, and kissed her again.
Mia wanted to push him away, but she had no strength left.
She had been trapped here for several hours.
This old man still had such stamina, continuously exhausting her during sex.
She had thought he would be done in a few minutes, which she could endure. However, she had underestimated his sexual prowess.
Over twenty years ago, they were so close, but now everything had changed.
Dalton kissed her contentedly, lay beside her, and held her tightly in his arms.
"It's been almost thirty years, and I finally have you again. Mia, I've always been working out, and now you can feel how energetic I am, right?" Dalton stated smugly.
Sex indeed brought pleasure, so he had always paid attention to his health and exercise.
He would never let himself become out of shape, affecting his sexual experience.
He had strict requirements for managing his body.
Although he was almost fifty, he maintained himself well, better than many thirty-year-olds.
And he looked just over forty, mature and steady.
Years of rich experience had made him very composed, with a mature charm that young people couldn't match.
Hearing Dalton's proud voice, Mia slightly raised the corners of her mouth, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
"You must be very satisfied when raping me, right?" Mia scoffed.
Hearing the word "rape," Dalton's brow furrowed slightly, feeling a bit displeased.
"We were each other's first love, and we and we shared our first sexual experience. Besides, our son is so grown up now. How can you say I raped you? I love you too much. Didn't you feel happy too?" Dalton claimed.
Although Mia resisted at first, she later complied and stopped struggling.
Maybe she was too tired, or perhaps his sexual skills were too good, and she was satisfied.
In any case, he tried to make her happy and cared about her feelings. How could that be considered rape? He didn't agree.
"I'm not as happy as you think." Mia turned her head to the side.
Dalton's gaze turned cold, and he grabbed her face, turning her head back.
"What do you mean by that? Are you mocking my sexual ability?" Dalton questioned.
They had been on this bed for several hours, and she dared to mock him?
"Compared to George, you're far behind." Mia sneered.
"What did you say?" Dalton gritted his teeth and questioned, "Say it again!"
"So what if I say it again?" Mia's smile was even more mocking than before.
"George's sexual skills are better than yours. Every time, I'm ecstatic, but your performance is really lacking. Although the time is long, I don't feel much. George is different; he knows me well and knows what I like. Hahaha." Mia laughed bitterly.
"Mia!"
Dalton grabbed her face hard, glaring at her angrily, his face twisted, lips tightly pressed, his whole body seemingly lifted by an invisible force, exuding a chilling aura.
