I Choose You: A Secret Billionaire Romance

“It's okay, pizza boy. One day, you'll move up in the world and then you can tell everyone what to do.” I grinned at him. He lifted his head just enough to let me see his eye roll before lowering himself back down.

I loved this view. He was spread out before me, all mine for the taking. He was so perfectly proportioned and built like an athlete. He was all muscles and sinew, hard and strong. Just looking at him and all his glory was making me wet. I gave very serious thought to sliding a hand down to my own pleasure center, but decided not to. This was about paying the pizza man for his delivery.

I wrapped my fingers around his hot, silky shaft and then put my mouth just above the head of his cock. James' muscles tensed for the sweet arrival of pleasure. Slowly, knowing it would be beautiful torture for him, I lowered my mouth and unhurriedly began sucking. I pressed my tongue against the super sensitive head and then circled the tip before switching to a broad figure eight stroke.

“Fuck, Allie...” James groaned. He gripped the headboard, his knuckles going white. I was doing a good job, but I wasn't done yet.

I sucked harder, varying the pressure to his responses and swirling my tongue up against him. I loved the small noises of pleasure that he didn't even realize he was making. His hips rocked upward in a primal need for more and the muscles of his legs were drawn and tight.

His balls still in my hand were creeping closer to his body, preparing to release the unrelenting desire I was growing with my tongue. He wasn't at orgasm yet, but it wouldn't be long before I got him there.

I applied my signature move, pressing the entire length of my tongue against him and using my mouth to suction. James responded with a low groan of lust that made my own knees knock and want him. His hips thrust up into the air and he clawed at the sheet with his fingers in a desperate attempt to keep them away from my hair.

I very seriously considered moving my body up and sliding down on his wet length. My pussy contracted at just the thought of having him so hard and wet, sliding up and down and filling me completely. But that wasn't what I was trying to do. While that would certainly please a pizza guy, I wanted to wow James.

“Fuck my mouth,” I whispered as I released him for just a moment. He froze, his hips in mid thrust, and looked down at me. His pupils dilated and his breathing intensified.

I didn't have to ask twice.

The next moment, his hand was tangled in my dark hair and guiding my mouth to exactly where it felt good for him. I wrapped my palm around his shaft, giving me a buffer to his thrusts and allowing me to focus my attention to the most sensitive spots of his cock. I ran my tongue along the edge of his head as he forced my mouth down, but the groan of pleasure told me i

t was fantastic for him.

His hips flexed and strained as he pushed to fill my mouth with his cock. I could count his ab muscles as the flexed and writhed for just a few more inches of wet heat. I was definitely struggling to take him and not gag, but it was hot as hell.

He was using my body, but I was still in control. I had his balls in my hand and his cock in my mouth. One wrong move from me would end it all, but still he continued to thrust like there was no danger. My own pussy was contracting with his every thrust, wanting to be filled and fertilized.

“Allie... I'm going to come...” he whispered. It came out so low and rough I nearly came myself.

I pushed my mouth onto him, sucking and pulling him into me with everything I had. I felt his balls contract, and his hands tightened reflexively in my hair.

Salty, slippery liquid shot into my mouth and I swallowed automatically. I wanted to take him into myself anyway possible. His cum was a drug to me and I'd take it any way I could get it. I loved it when he came in my pussy, but this was the next best thing.

I continued to suck on him, even as he emptied the entire contents of his balls into me. Every muscle in his legs and abdomen was tight. He shook with effort and orgasm.

“That feels amazing...” he gasped, barely aware that he was speaking at all. I knew men were extra sensitive after an orgasm, so I was gentle yet steady. Just because he had come didn't mean he didn't deserve a little extra pleasure.

I continued for a few more minutes, relishing the complete submission of his body. Finally, I pulled back and looked up at him. He was completely dead to the world and lost to his own pleasure. I smiled proudly.

I had definitely earned some pizza.

I stood up and went to the dresser where the pizza was. The box was still warm and I brought it over to the bed and took out a slice. I sat next to James, stuffing my face full of cheesy goodness. Thankfully, it was not a sausage pizza as we had joked about. It was much, much better, even if it covered the taste of him.

James shook himself, eyes zeroing in on the pizza. He looked up at me before moving. “You are amazing.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a grin, taking another bite. He reached over to the box and pulled out a piece for himself, stuffing it in his mouth like a starving man.

“I think you should know, I've never cum from a blow job before.”

I stared at him for a moment. My stepbrother, billionaire extraordinaire, man with the resources to buy the best blow jobs in the world, had just had his first blow job orgasm. I grinned, ridiculously proud of myself.

“I'm glad I could be your first,” was all I could think of to say.

He took another bite of pizza.

“Me too.”

I giggled. “Are we just going to eat here in bed?”