Page 26 of Such A Good Guy

She changed into a long skirt and boots because it was already chilly and snowy in Iqaluit, and all I could think about was lifting that skirt up and putting my hands on what I’d only touched late in the night.

I remembered how her pussy had gripped the forceps, how her cunt had seemed to greedily suck down all the cum I funneled into her. Her body had been craving my seed, even if she didn’t accept it yet. I had seen what her sweet little cunt wanted. And it wanted endless jets of my cum.

She turned sideways and my eyes devoured her, zeroing in on her stomach. Was I imagining it or was there a little more roundness to her belly?

Yes

Absolutely

The little bump poking out from her tummy was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, but I could tell Luna hadn’t accepted it yet. Sometimes I’d watch her pull her shirt down self-consciously, even though my mouth filled with drool at the sight of her swelling belly.

So kind of you to come to Nunavut

Big fan

I’ve never met such a down-to-earth celebrity

You’re one of the good ones

Afterwards, we went to the Nunatta Sunakkutaangit Museum and saw an exhibit of paintings and photographs of Arctic animals.

“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked as I examined a painting of an Arctic wolf, its lips spread back from its sharp, cruel teeth.

How to tell Luna that I was more like this wolf—animalistic, dark and cruel, uncivilized, my brain driven by the need to possess her for my own and I didn’t care who I had to hurt in the process, than anything resembling either Mr. Darcy or Mr. Bingley? That my brain was more reptile than man? That I didn’t understand what people called morality? That my only morality was whether or not she was happy and safe?

“Mad at you? Why should I be?” I asked in confusion.

“You know, because of what I said earlier. How we’re better as friends.”

“Oh, no, I’m not mad at you,” I hastened to reassure her, loving that little pressure still on my arm as she put her hand there tentatively. “How could I ever be mad at you? I love you.”

She frowned up at me, a little wrinkle appearing between her brows as her full lips turned down.

“But you’re going to stop saying that, right? Stop telling me you love me?”

I considered that for a second.

“But I’m never going to stop loving you. It would be very hard to stop saying it, angel. You know I’ll try to do anything for you, but that would be very hard.”

Her cheeks pinked in a delicious sweet color.

“Luke—what? Of course you’ll find someone else.”

I shook my head, feeling myself grin at the absolute absurdity of this idea. No one even slightly appealed to me.

“Other women don’t appeal to me. Men, either. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

“Now don’t be silly. All those girls in college—”

She attempted to pull her hand away, but on a reflex I closed my fingers over hers so she couldn’t. My heart pounded with the effort of holding my power back.

I could take her so easily, pull her skirt up and plunge my fingers into that delicious warmth between her legs.

But if she was pregnant she really needed to eat frequently and rest. . .

“There has never been other girls. Only you. Where would you like to eat tonight?” I asked.

“Sushi,” she said.

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