Page 48 of Such A Good Guy

“Do I have a say in it?” she said indignantly.

I thought for a moment, looking at her. She had showered and changed into yoga leggings and a little T-shirt and her tiny cute bump was poking out from under her shirt and over her waistband.

I thought about my abilities and contemplated what it was possible.

“I want to give you everything, Luna, but I don’t think that’s possible. I can’t physically let you go.”

“This is why you took the rejection so well, isn’t it?” she shrieked. “Because you’renevergoing to let me go.”

I was pleased that she had accepted it.

“That’s right. I could never let you go, Luna. Now lie down on that bed and rest. It’s been a really tiring day for you and it’s hard work growing twins. Your only job right now is to rest and grow our babies.”

“Oh fuck you, Luke! I’m not resting at all, in fact, I’m going to go out and run a 10K.”

I felt worry crawl all over me.

“Luna, no, Luna.”

I picked her up very gently and brought her over to the bed.

“Let me help you. I’m worried you’re going to do too much.”

She began to struggle like a wildcat, yanking on one of my bracelets and it gave way, scattering wooden beads all over the bed.

“Oh shit,” she said. “Your jewelry must be shitty, but I’m still sorry. I’ll pick it up.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “Let me get them.”

I stretched out my hand for the biggest bead but something made her snatch it up before I got there, and as she picked it up, the bead fell apart in her hand.

She stared, stunned, at what I knew was a perfectly shaped, shiny white tooth.

“Why do you have atoothburied in a bead?” she asked.

I looked down fondly at it.

“They were just going to throw them away,” I said.

And then she was screaming, thrashing around on the bed, and I had to kneel over her, muffling her scream with my mouth as I tied one wrist, then the other, to a bedpost.

“Where the fuck did you get my wisdom teeth, you sick fuck?” she wailed at me, and I love the fire in her eyes but I want her to rest.

“The dentist office,” I said soothingly, straightening out her wriggling legs so I could take off her pants. “Remember how I accompanied you to the appointment?”

“Why couldn’t your dirty secrets be something like fucking tentacle porn?” she snapped. “Not hoarding my wisdom teeth!”

“I don’t have to keep them if it bothers you,” I said.

“It doesn’t make a difference,” she snapped. “Because you are the kind of guy who picks up wisdom teeth, whether or not you give them up when you get caught. God, why can’t you be secretly paying for fart porn like a normal person?”

“Why the fuck would I ever watch porn?” I asked, groaning in pleasure as I dragged panties down her legs. “You’re not in it.”

“Well, you know, your cock? Jerking it?”

I shook my head. “I can’t even get it up without thinking about you. You’re the only person who’s ever made my cock hard.”

“Don’t bullshit me, you bullshitter.”

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