Page 22 of Such A Good Guy
I idly wondered if it was something about being a psychopath. My cock didn’t give a shit about it either. It was always fucking bored as fuck, just like I was.
But there was Adrian’s little sister, with the serious face and the way her full lips pursed in concentration as she read her book.
As I watched her, I felt my cock suddenlyhardenin my jeans, my balls fill with cum, making me clutch the table with pure shock, the veins standing out as I attempted to stabilize myself.
What thehell
That wasdefinitelydifferent. I was 22 years old and my cock had never so much astwitchedat the sight of a woman. I had never even gotten a semi.
Well, that was in the past, because my cock was hard as a rock now, a thick solid length tenting my pants as I tried not to stare at Luna.
I wanted to go over to her, my whole body suddenly craving it, but I couldn’t very well do it with this huge erection.
Instead, I scooted closer to the table and looked at her, watched as another strand of hair fell across her neck.
I wanted to twine that hair between my fingers, inhale it, then suck it dry in my mouth.
Her breasts rested on the table, big and heavy. I thought I saw the tips of her nipples poking out through her shirt and I felt drool begin to pool in my mouth.
My brain was often like a spiderweb, long periods of an almost fugue sleepwalking state, then unknowable bright strands connecting shards of glass and sudden violence.
But now my brain was molten hot lava. I was filled with boiling need, the craving to take her, sink my teeth into her flesh, trap her under my hands until she stayed there.
Pure raging lust flooded my body, sending every cell on fire with need.
In my suddenly fucking feral mind, I imagined tearing her shirt off, sinking my teeth in her tits, plunging this hard cock between her legs.
But I suddenly realized I had another craving.
For her to look at me.
Say things to me.
I wanted to see what came out of that pretty plump pink mouth.
I wanted that pink mouth to tell me things.
Fuck, she could talk to me about every one of the 101 Financial Accounting items.
I wanted her attention, craved it so badly my stomach was tightening and pulsing with need.
But Luna barely looked at me, and I didn’t know what to say to her.
I was strong and I could grab her, force her to submit to me, but how the fuck was I supposed to force her totalkto me?
I had never needed to talk to women to get them to pay attention to me. Usually they paid attention to me whether I wanted them to or not.
What were those books in her bag? I thought I saw Accounting and Accounting Software, and then another paperback. I could only read a few of the words.Pride and Prejudice. That didn’t look like a textbook.
She still wasn’t looking at me, and I saw her phone light up with a little soft ding. Luna immediately dropped what she was doing to look at it.
My body was suddenly flooded with a jealous rage so low and urgent I tasted blood on my tongue and the table made a cracking noise under my fingers.
Was this some other man? Hell fucking no. No other man was going to getcloseto her.
Did she have a boyfriend? If so, I was going to kill him.
I suddenly couldn’t fucking stand the idea thatanyoneelse would be getting her attention.
