Page 75 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“I need…I-I need.” She throws her head back and her long hair tickles my thighs. Her nails dig into my chest as her body starts to bow. “I need to cum. Oh, I need to cum so bad, Aron. Please, baby.”

I clench my jaw as I fight to hold back my own pleasure. I grip her harder and I thrust up into her over and over again as she begs incoherently for release.

“Come, baby,” I groan out, as I thrust deep and pull her down.

She screams out my name as her body shudders over and over again with her pleasure. Her velvet walls clamp around on my cock and set me off at the same time. I hold her on top of me as I ride out my pleasure and feed ropes of hot cum to her greedy pussy.

I give us a few minutes to recover, but the minute she collapses over me I roll her until I loom over her, my cum spilling out from the place where our bodies remained joined.

“Tell me, Willow.”

She blinks up at me, and I see her struggling to come back down to reality. When her eyes finally clear a slow, sweet smile tugs the corners of her mouth. She cups my jaw. “Don’t you know that you were always my dream, Aron? Yes, I love dancing, but I never cared if I was turning pirouettes through the living room or doing a grand jeté across a stage. I’ve always just been happy if I was dancing. My dream was never to be a prima ballerina.”

“It wasn’t?” My voice is hoarse with relief. I never want her life to feel like less because of me.

“It was not,” she confirms. “My dream, if you must know, was always to spend my life with you. To dance with you in our living room. To dance with you at our wedding.”

Emotions clog my throat as I see the truth shining in her eyes. I kiss her, trying to convey all the love I have welling up inside me for her. When I finally break the kiss and pull back a bit, I make a vow. “I’ll dance with you in our living room every day for the rest of our lives if that will make you happy.”

“I know,” Willow said. “You make my dreams come true every day, Aron.”

My heart stutters. “I hope so, sweetheart. You only have to tell me what you want, and I’ll move heaven and earth to make your dream come true.”

“Well, there is one more dream, but...” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Name it. I’ll give it to you.”

She releases her lip and flashes one of the most radiant grins I’ve ever seen. “The thing is, you’ve already done everything you need to do to make this one come true. Now all there is to do is wait.”

I draw my eyebrows together as I stare down at her. “Do you mean tomorrow? Something at our wedding?”

She laughs. “Well, you will make my dream of dancing with you at our wedding come true, but this one is going to take a little bit longer than a day.”

She grabs the hand I have buried in the bed near her shoulder and moves it down to her belly. “My other dream is to teach our daughter to dance.”

I flex my hand over her stomach as my mind scrambles to catch up with her words. “Our daughter?”

She nodded and then giggles. “Or son. I’d be happy to teach a son to dance, too.”

I melt over her as a level of joy beyond my current happiness thrums through my body and a feeling of completion moves into my soul. I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly.

All of my dreams have finally come true and I spend the rest of the night with the two most precious things in existence close to my heart.

Epilogue

Willow

Iturn from the mirrored wall to face my class of miniature ballerinas. “I think we’re done for the day, girls. Good job! I’ll see all of you on Thursday.”

The adorable group of preschoolers giggle and run over to their waiting parents. All except one little girl with bright red hair and a dusting of freckles over her nose. That little one is all mine and she doesn’t run. Instead, she does pirouettes across the room into my waiting arms.

As she reaches me, I lean down and swing her up in my arms, giving her a twirl as she giggles, a sound I love more than almost anything in the world.

“Ahem.” A throat clearing from the doorway catches my attention. I look up to find a tall, dark-haired man standing a few steps away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I ease Ivy down to the floor and give the man my attention. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, I’m, well...”

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