I Choose You: A Secret Billionaire Romance

I looked back at him. I didn't really want to talk about his past lovers, but I nodded my head anyway.

“You weren't worried about the things I would ask them to do? What if I tied them to the bed? What if I made them call me Daddy? What if I made them have threesomes with me?”

I shrugged as I looked back at him. “I would do all of those things for you... Daddy.” I said it with just a hint of teasing in my voice.

He rolled his eyes. “I did not make them call me Daddy. But, I did make them take showers with me.” He stepped forward and began to rub the shampoo into my scalp. His fingers were strong and sure, just like he was. “I washed their hair, ran my fingers through their beautiful golden locks, and every time I imagined that you were here, moaning as I washed your hair.”

I moaned softly and closed my eyes as his hands ran roughly through my hair. He worked the long blonde hair, taking his time. Every once in a while his fingers would catch a snag, pulling me slightly and making me gasp. But after far too short a time, his expert hands had every kink worked out. He spent untold minutes just running his fingers through my hair, touching every strand. I never wanted it to end.

I was drifting off into a pleasurable haze, his fingers and the hot water drawing me into heaven. He put his hand in my hair and made a fist, paralyzing me. “You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this,” he said, pushing me harder against the shower wall. He was breathing hard, and I could feel his cock, harder than I had ever felt it before, behind me. I got up on my tiptoes, practically begging him to enter me.

Instead, he reached around my body, touching my clit. My knees immediately began to shake as he expertly did the two-finger swirl, sending waves of pleasure through my body with every drop of water that ran off his fingers. “Come for me,” he commanded me. “I want you to come. I want you to remember this experience every time you take a shower from now on.”

“Oh, God,” I whispered. I pressed even harder against the wall of the shower as I felt his cock move between my ass cheeks. He gripped my hair even tighter, causing a contraction to run through me as I grimaced from both the pain and the intense pleasure.

As the head of his cock ran against my pucker, I thought that, if he just asked, I would let him take me there. However, I breathed a sigh of relief as he kept moving, finally pressing his cock against my entrance. He stopped there, right at the precipice. “Come for me,” he again demanded.

My body responded to his command.

“I'm coming!” I screamed as my legs buckled. He practically growled in my ear as his cock pressed into me, sliding into my wet pussy. I'll never forget how full I felt as I contracted on his cock. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body shimmied and shook with sheer wonder. He stopped moving his fingers on my clit and caught me by my hips, holding me against the tile wall as he began to piston inside of me.

The tile was still cold against my skin, and it took me a moment to realign myself after coming off such a powerful orgasm. I managed to straighten myself back up, getting back on my tiptoes so he could go deeper inside of me. Every stroke was better than the last. I arched my back, giving him access to every inch and needing him to fill me completely as only he could.

His breathing intensified behind me, his lust taking over, and I surrendered completely to him. He moved his hand back to my hair, pulling it gently and sending more waves of pleasure through my body. I moved my own hand to his face, touching him as he fucked me from behind. I couldn't see him, but I knew the look of total concentration and desire that had to be filling his face.

His other hand moved from my hip to my belly. “This is such a fucking sexy tummy,” he said in my ear through gritted teeth. I nearly came right then, just from that. My own hand moved to my tummy, moving over his hand and pressing it into me. His baby was inside there, growing as we became one here in the shower. Just thinking about how good a father James was going to be made me start to feel the heat rise within me again.

My pussy tightened, aching to feel his release. I writhed with uncontrollable lust, needing his release to satiate my own. His fingers tightened in my hair and his hips thrust harder against my ass. I knew that he was going to come and I craved it like oxygen. When his fist tightened in my hair again, I felt my body tighten. I couldn't stop my body from responding to his and needing his release. “Come in me, James. Come in my pussy.”

James began to grunt, an animal sound that turned me on every time I heard it. It was primal and urgent, and full of a need that only I could give him. My jaw opened in a wordless scream as I found my release through him. My orgasm hit before his did, and with it, my ears began to ring. Soon I could hear nothing but the water all around me and the muffled sounds of James grunts, and they were getting louder.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, but pulled my hair back hard. I cried out, lost to my pleasure and the new pike of pain. I was looking at the ceiling when I felt the first splash of his semen splash against the inside of my body. I felt it again, and again, and again. With every thrust, he shot inside of me with a powerful stream of his cum. I moaned as I felt the heat of it begin to spread through my vagina, my womb, my entire core. I imagined ropes of white working their way deeper and deeper, filling me in the most primal of ways. And still, he kept thrusting, pushing more of that seed within me.

I felt him desperately try to push into me, giving me more, more of what I needed. I worked my own muscles, milking him as he kept thrusting. I wanted every bit of that cum, every sperm from his balls.

In a few moments, he let go of my hair. My scalp tingled, but it felt wonderful at the same time. I loved that he had controlled me, putting me right where it felt best for

him. I loved it. Loved knowing that I had given him such immense pleasure that he couldn't control himself. My cocky, self-assured stepbrother couldn't control himself around me and I loved it.

I could feel him softening, but he stayed within me for the moment. I didn't ever want him to leave. He felt right. We were one and that was where we were supposed to be. He began to run his fingers through my hair again, this time more intimate, more loving. I could let him do this to me all day.

He slid out of me and I moaned. Without him, I felt empty. I knew the feeling would pass, but at least I knew I had a permanent part of him inside of me now.

“That was fantastic,” he groaned, finally letting me move away from the wall.

I turned around and let the water hit my breasts. It felt hot after the slick cool of the tile. I wanted to keep his seed inside of me, but I could feel that he had really filled me up. I'd be dripping for the rest of the night if I didn't wash myself. I rubbed myself while he watched. His eyes were soft as he looked on with only a little remorse as his white fluids ran down the drain.

“Damn, James. There's a lot in here.” I wasn't about to tell him how much I liked that or how incredibly hot I found it.

He was still breathing hard as he watched me. “Well, I haven't had a lot of opportunity for release in the past couple weeks. Believe it or not, my friend's mom didn't put out.”

I laughed at that. When last we had met up, I actually had got a little jealous that he had a date for a social event, even if she was the same age as Nancy. Still, for him to make a joke about it really did put my mind at ease.

“Are you telling me that you didn't jerk off at all?” I asked. I stopped washing and looked over at him, unsure if any man could keep it that long.

He held up three fingers. “Scout's honor.”

“You weren't a scout, though.”