Page 67 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

She doesn’t stop and I finally let go of the last remnants of control.

“Fuck, baby! You asked for it!” My hips buck up and I come hard and shoot jolt after jolt of my cum down her throat, her hair in my fists.

The sexy little kitten doesn’t miss a drop either as the last spurts spill onto her tongue. the pink tip sweeps over the corner of her lips, eagerly licking up a sticky spot.

I pull her to me and hold Willow in my arms as our breathing returns to normal. I revel in the feel of every inch of her curves pressed against me. In my dark bedroom with just us, it was like we were the only two people in the world.

If only. I dream of keeping Willow with me. I want to be selfish and ignore the rest of the outside world.

Before I got a chance to say any of the things, a small smile twitches the corners of Willow’s mouth up and she snatches up my free hand and places it over one of her breasts.

Blood rushes to my cock and just like that, I’m ready for more of my Willow.

She props herself up on one elbow, her finger moving over the dips and valleys of my broad chest. Her touch is incredibly delicate and sensual just like her.

She comes over me and straddles my waist, my hard cock between us.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” She looks away her brows pinched and her mouth contorted into a grim frown.

“Tell, me,” I say, pulling her to lay over my chest. It breaks me in two to see her sad about anything.

“Aron,” she whispers, her words a feathery brush of hot air over my skin. “I’m a virgin.”

Six

Willow

“I’ve been saving myself all for you, Aron. Would you like to give me another one of my firsts?”

Heat rolls off Aron like it is a live thing.

The man I’ve been lusting after since forever, has just shot his cum down my throat. With the taste of him still on my tongue, I can see he wants more and I’m counting on that to be true. Because I need more. I need him, all of him.

His breathing grows shallow. He glares at me in his sexy beast way from beneath hooded eyes and those thick lashes of his make the broody look all the sexier.

Aron has already shown me how much he wants what I want. I think finally I’ve broken through this wall he’s put between us. I understand he’s worked hard to get where he is, but it’s not like I’m some kid working through puppy love. I’m a grown adult, in college, working my way through every class I need to be the best dancer I can be. But truth be told, and I’ve never whispered this to another soul—I don’t care about the dancing. It’s a means to an end. To be near Aron. It placed me in New York City. Now the rest is up to me and damn it, I’m gripping my real dream with both hands and never letting go.

Seeing him so relaxed fills me with pride. He spends half his life killing himself at the hospital. As far as I am concerned, his days of sacrificing for everyone else ends right here. Now. In his bed.

And if freeing him from his overactive sense of obligation to everyone in the world ends with me getting an orgasm or seven, so be it.

I can’t fight the grin breaking free. Giddy joy bubbles up inside me at finally being able to show Aron my true feelings without fear of having them tossed back in my face.

It occurred to me about five minutes after I ran out on him all those years ago that maybe he hadn’t intended to scare me away. He might have sincerely been trying to tell me his true feelings and I’d run away like the frightened little girl I’d been.

But I might be inexperienced, but years as a professional dancer shredded a good portion of my naiveté. And what once frightened me fills my dreams at night. A family. Aron. Us. I want all three. I knew as a little girl I always wanted a large family. And who says I have to be a certain age before I can find my happily-ever-after?

Thinking back, I wish I had been stronger and stood up for what I wanted back then. I wasted a year of happiness for us because as soon as I hit New York I chickened out again. I hadn’t known how to patch things up with Aron. Not until a mugger knocked me down and sent me running straight into his arms.

I laugh at myself and throw my arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his jaw and up along his cheek until I reached his ear. “Wanna know something else? I’ve never had a man go down on me either. I need your mouth on my pussy.”

He growls a sexy deep sound deep in his chest at my huskily whispered words. And suddenly, my playfulness is gone, and I realize the truth of my own words. My pussy aches in a way I’ve never felt before. If I don’t get his mouth on me soon, I’m going to explode.

And it seems he feels the same way. Suddenly I’m flat on my back, his hands sliding down my body. My breath comes in short pants and I whimper at feeling a little frantic at the promise of his mouth on my dripping wet pussy.

My legs fall open to accommodate his broad shoulders.

His fingers trace over the dips between my hips, his thumbs stroking so close to where I need his attention most. My belly quivers, my breathing coming in tight pants of need.

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