Page 65 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I’ve never felt like this before. My life is built on detachment as a doctor. I can’t afford to let emotions guide me. But with her, everything I know is laid to waste and it’s like I am rebuilding everything I understand about human connection with her as my base.

And it scares me. Shakes me to the core.

I cross the room and come to kneel between her spread legs.

I fall forward, holding myself up on elbows, my cock heavy and loaded with milk resting at the tip of her entrance.

She wiggles against me, and I press forward until the crown of my cock pushes inside her wet heat. I groan into her neck, wrapping my arms around her so she can’t move.

“Not yet—there’s so much more to enjoy before I fuck your pussy, Willow.”

“Mmm, dirty,” she coos, wiggling her brows. “I want to taste you. Please let me taste you.” She runs the pink tip of her tongue over her lips.

“I remember lying in bed at night and touching myself as I thought of what you’d feel like against my tongue and imagined the taste of you as you spilled yourself down my throat.”

She stretches up and nips my jaw before whispering, “Don’t you want my mouth on you?”

God. Hell yes.

Her words paint the same picture I’ve had in my own dreams for years.

I pump my hips, not deep like I want but enough to have her gasping and me cursing. I grit my teeth, fighting back control from the edge. Damn, she’s so fucking tight. And addictive.

“You want my cock in your mouth, baby? Are you sure you can handle that?”

She nods, sending her mass of hair dancing around her bare shoulders. “Don’t you dare take the chance away from me to finally have you in my mouth.”

I ease the crown out of her and she doesn’t waste a second before reaching between us to wrap both hands around my aching shaft.

“Mmm, never, baby., Damn, grip me harder, just like that. Yes,” I grit out, pressing forward, sliding my length into her hands. I try to remind myself that I brought her here to watch over her.

She is mine.

There’s no way she’s not been with another man and that’s on me. I was the asshole who told her I never wanted to see her again, and she’s way too beautiful to not have a boyfriend since our time apart. Just being logical. But I can’t help but think of her never taking another man’s sperm. At least that part I will be the first on.

Waves of possession consume me as her hands move, stroking me from base to tip in slow movements. Another small voice of sanity reminds me that looking after her is my first priority.

I rise to my knees to face her and push heavy hair from her face. I run the tips of my fingers over her temples, her forehead, the top of her head. She tilts her face up to mine, and my chest tightens as I stare down into the heartbreaking beauty beneath me.

Her eyes shine, not with unshed tears as they had last time I saw her, but with something else.

I stroke my hand over her silky hair. “How are you feeling, baby?” I kiss my way down the delicate angle of her chin and nuzzle against her neck before I’m back to looking at her.

Her eyes are closed for a second before she opens them again and the full force of her intense passion slams into me like a hurricane.

Her lips tipped up and a hint of the mischievous teenager flashes in her eyes as she stretches up and presses a hard kiss over my lips.

“Wet,” she says with a giggle before she made her move. She left one hand wrapped around my cock that is now straining toward her. I slip a hand under her and roll. With her straddling me, her hair spills over both shoulders and I swear to God she is the most beautiful creature on this planet.

She falters, eyes wide and lit up with so much desire it rolls off her in waves. I grip her hips and roll mine, letting her feel my cock nestled between her folds. Not entering, just gliding through her sweet nectar with the slightest of movements.

“Oh.” Her lips part with the softest of moans.

The thought of watching her ride me makes me dizzy, but as a small, uncertain smile flits over her face, I know she isn’t quite the confident tease she wants me to believe.

I pull her down to me and slowly kiss her, feeding all of my fierce hunger and desire through our connection. Every second that passes her body melts into me more, her lips like butter over mine. She parts her lips and I take the moment to slip my tongue over hers, caressing, dancing, loving.

I kiss her harder and when I nip at her lip, her pussy gushes honey. “Put your sweet mouth on me before I go crazy,” I command, my voice a low growl. I fist the comforter and reach for my control. Delicate fingers wrap around my cock slick with her juices.

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