Page 55 of Such A Good Guy

Maybe he wouldn’t notice

Maybe he wouldn’t notice

Oh god

I leaked harder, the smell of my milk sweet and creamy as it began to soak my shirt.

My heart pounded in my chest, thumping so hard my ribcage felt like it was squeezed and tight.

His cock was juddering inside me, shaking my tits so the drops began to fly out, and he groaned as he noticed.

“Yes, sweet girl, yes, look at how perfect your body is. Let me help you clean that up.”

He arched me backwards and bent his head, gently swirling his tongue around my breasts and nipples, licking up every sticky drop.

“You taste so good, Luna. You’re so perfect. You’re my fertile perfect little mama and I can’t wait to do this to you over and over again. I want a big family, baby girl.”

It was embarrassing, it was shameful, but my belly tightened and I gasped out, the milk streaming from my breasts as I came all over his psychopathic, obsessed cock.

“OK, go,” he said afterwards. “Do your worst.”

“You need to take this seriously,” I said firmly.

“OK,” he said again. “I’ll take it seriously.”

But he was between my legs, one hand on each of my thighs, his lips lingering and lazy on my skin.

“Do you completely disagree, somewhat disagree, somewhat agree, or completely agree with this statement, ‘morality is for other people.’”

Luke looked up and scanned my eyes.

“Don’t look atmefor the right answer,” I said, as his chin moved up and down on the sensitive skin of my upper thigh. “Say what’s in your heart, or whatever’s between your stupid head and your dick.”

“I don’t really understand the question,” he said after a moment. “Before I met you, the best way I can describe my brain is that it was kind of garbled. Like a tangled string. Like a fucking hamster on a wheel. Then after I met you, all my brain has thought about is you. What would make you happy, what I would do for you.”

He moved to just above my pussy and I gasped out for a moment.

“Now this sounds like you. ‘Uses charm to get what he wants.’”

“I’ll do anything you ask me to. That’s what I want.”

“How about never touch me again,” I retorted, scooting up on my ass so fast I hit the backboard.

He scoffed. “You don’t really want that.”

“I could send you to jail for what you did to me,” I said angrily.

“If you want to,” Luke said, his fingers lightly caressing my cheek, and I felt it in the pit of my stomach even as trickles of fear sizzled along my spine.

This was my body telling me to run

This was my body recognizing what was deep inside Luke and fearing it. Or, rather, whatwasn’tinside Luke, the normal human emotions and capacity for considering others, community responsibility, empathy, a sense of being part of the human race.

No, what was inside Luke was a bunch of feral amoral darkness that had somehow reoriented every goddamn psychotic cell toward one single thing.

Me.

“I could put you away foryears,” I said again.

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