Page 73 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“I’m yours, only yours, Aron.”

Satisfaction floods his expression. “Damn right.” He kisses his way down my chest as his hips pick up speed. We’re rocking the bed so hard, there’ll be skid marks for sure. No way in hell the downstairs neighbors don’t know what’s going on.

Warm lips latch onto a taut and when he sucks the hard tip into his hot mouth, I’m bowing off the bed. My hands grip his hair and I hold on for all I’m worth.

My hips fight to keep pace with his, arching to meet his every thrust. “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours, Aron.”

My words were an incoherent chant as a searing heat winds its way through my belly and holds me on a precipice, lost on the edge of pleasure and pain. My whole body burns from the inside out.

I fuck him right back.

Deep.

Hard.

I moan, quivering into his strong arms, knowing I'm safe with him. Forever safe.

He plunges into me again and again, driving me closer and closer until I can’t hold on any longer and I fall over the edge, breaking apart in his arms. I cry out his name again and again.

He moves wildly inside me, pummeling my tight pussy as he follows me into oblivion, crashing down on top of me I feel his cock pulsate with his powerful release. White-hot milk spills into me, filling with so much I can feel it running down my thighs to wet the bed.

“I love you, Willow,” he purrs next to my ear. “I’ll never let you go again.”

I hold him to me, lifting my head so I could tuck my face into the crook of his neck. “As if I’d let you. You’ve claimed me, Aron, and there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you.”

I laugh softly at a thought that slips into mind.

“That’s not quite the reaction I was hoping for.”

Aron cages me between his arms and looks down at me with a smirk on his face.

“I was just thinking.”

“And.”

“They have to start calling you Doctor Babymaker now if you just got me preggo.”

Startled brown eyes hold mine for a minute before he belts out a hearty laugh that has us both rocking.

He rolls, taking me with him and I take comfort in the feel of his steady heartbeat against my cheek. This is home. My home. Our home.

I push up and glide a leg over his waist, my pussy dripping milk all over him.

Watching him through the curtain of my hair I take his already hardening cock and tease my entrance before sinking over him. My walls clench and spasm from the echoes of my last orgasm and I’m ready to feel the power of another.

“How about we try to make it official before you go back to work Monday?”

He grips my hips and I’m suddenly on all fours, ass in the air, the doctor’s cock slipping into my sticky wet pussy.

“I’d love nothing more.”

Epilogue

Aron, three months later

Turns out the hospital board of directors are as stuffy and judgmental as I thought they would be on the topic of their head OR doctor shacking up with a twenty-year-old. But my skills are hard to come by and though I wish the disdainful looks weren’t part of my daily routine, I suck it up, knowing it could have gone down a darker path.

In the end, we all care about our patients and me marrying someone half my age doesn’t interfere with my work. It just stomps on their misplaced morals a bit, I guess. Love and age never have to mix. Shocker, I know. But don’t try telling those stuffed asshats otherwise.

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