Page 6 of Such A Good Guy
No one wants a family anymore.
Guys just want booty calls or situationships. I’m sick of it.
Not me. There’s nothing casual about what I feel for her. I want Luna to be mine, forever.
And if she wants a family, I am happy to give it to her.
First step is removing what stands between her and her desire to have a family. And me and my desire togiveher a family.
I open my bag and pull out forceps.
They’ve been carefully triple-sanitized. When it comes to Luna there is no precaution too much for her.
I warm them in my freshly washed hands.
I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable at all.
Then I bend over her.
It said online she could get pregnant right away.
My breathing sounds so loud, the blood rushing to my ears, inflaming my face.
My blood is something I can consider clinically. It’s useful to me. It keeps me alive. But I’d spill it all over the floor it she needed it.
I’ll give her anything she needs, hell, anything shewants.
And if she wants a baby? I’ll give her that too.
The more I think about this idea, the more I like it.
So tonight I can’t listen to the throb of my cock, the urgent need to be inside her. Tonight, I have to focus.
I check to make sure she’s in the perfect position, with her curvy legs sprawled apart.
Extending the forceps, I gently move them into her perfect pink pussy, my breath ragged in my throat, feeling her cunt grip the forceps with mouth-watering little clenches.
I cannot wait to have my cock in here.
She’s already soaking the hard metal with slick wetness, and I know by the delicious, savory smell of her that she’s ovulating.
Inch by inch I move the forceps.
When I feel the string I extend my tool, then tug gently. Oh so gently. Then I pull.
Gently.
Very gently.
I don’t want her to wake up.
I want to doeverythingoh so tenderly with Luna.
That’s what she says she wants, after all. A perfect, old-fashioned gentleman.
And if I can keep my dark reptilian urges in check for 12 more weeks, I can make her mine.
I’ve never loved anyone like I love Luna.
