Page 32 of Such A Good Guy
Luke
Istand in Luna’s room, watching as she sleeps in the big hotel bed.
The creamy milky shine of her pale skin in the moonlight. The way her dark lashes sweep against her cheeks.
Every single thing about her is perfect.
Especially how she came today, tight little slick pulsations all over my hand so when I pulled it away my fingers dragged a wet juicy trail of her arousal all across her cheeks, pale skin with the mouth-watering shape of my big handprint on her round ass.
I gently open the curtains to let the moonlight in, so I can see her beautiful body better, and I flick my knife out, my palm covering the blade so there’s no way she could hear the noise.
My fingers hover over her hair, gently brushing it back from her sleeping face.
Luna was pregnant and it was definitely my baby. Soon it would be impossible for her to avoid realizing she was pregnant.
And she still had not accepted we were obviously soulmates and clearly made for each other.
But the way she came while I was spanking her today?
Those little moans and gasps weren’t from someone who was indifferent, or who saw me as just a big brother figure.
Getting her sweet cream and her release was obviously the key to winning her over.
I had to become an expert at coaxing the pleasure from her perfect, reluctant body, until she recognized my dominance with the touch of my fingers.
I wanted so badly to sink my cock into her, not care about the noise, just cover her screams with my mouth. What would she feel like?
Feral need pumped through my veins.
I dug my fingernails into my palms so hard there were bloody semicircles there. I wanted to take her so badly.
Would Mr. Darcy do this?I asked myself, my breath ragged in my chest.
No, that supercilious jackass would not.
Therefore, I could not.
I forced myself to freeze in place above her, then retreat inch by inch off of her body.
Almost there
I could do it. A few more inches and I’d be off her body and hopefully I could back out and leave before I lost control of the feral monster inside me.
Then suddenly her hand comes up, brushing by my T-shirt, and she rubs her eyes as I hear her little kittenish yawn.
I had about 1.5 fucking seconds, and I rolled off the bed, landing on all fours on the floor.
What was she doing?
Oh, fuck, she’s pregnant and she needs to pee!
I rolled under the bed, but not quite fast enough. She stuck her leg right out, putting one foot squarely between my thighs, barely missing crushing my balls, and the other one narrowly missing my head.
But luckily it was dark and she was a sleepy little mama. She didn’t look down, and she stumbled off to the bathroom, letting me get a phenomenal view of her naked ass as she walked by.
She made the cutest little sounds as she rolled back into bed, snuggling deep into the covers and falling asleep almost immediately.
So adorable.
