Page 40 of Dear Glory

“Sir, before I answer that question,”Just in case…

“Sir… no… Axil. I have to tell you something.” I place my hand on his chest, wanting to be honest about this serious topic.

“Princess?” he frowns upon his name and pulls me down onto the blanket, watching me with sincere eyes. “Why do you look so troubled? Do you not like the ring?”

“No,” I laugh, trying not to cry. “I love the ring. It’s truly one and a million… I just can’t in good conscience accept it without telling you something important about me.” I fiddle with my lovely ring, wondering if he’ll take it away or think twice about this after he knows.

“Aye? What is it?”

“W… well, uhm… I can’t have children,” I tell him somberly without beating around the bush. “When I was younger I had really bad cramps from my menstruation, and it was discovered that I suffered from fibroids. They tried everything they could to save it, but ultimately, I had to undergo a hysterectomy, making me incapable of baring children. So, if you want to take back this ri?—”

“Glory, I don’t care about that. What I care about is your smile,” he points at my lips. “What I desire is your presence, whoI crave is you. You belong to me, and nothing will change that.Ever,do you understand? I. Love. You,” he voices passionately and I don’t think I have ever felt so burdenless.

I have carried that with me since my twenties, and every man I’ve gotten serious with has thrown me weird looks or questions about it, but none have ever spoken so wholeheartedly about the desire to have me.

“Sir,” I hold him close, feeling like the most precious person in the world. “I love you so much,” I sigh, tears spilling from my eyes.

“Tell me again, Glorious,’’ he growls as his lips enrapture mine.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I ah… love ugn, you!” I pant when he lifts my shirt, massaging my breasts and kissing my nipples lovingly.

“Again, Glorious.” He slides his other hand into my panties, swirling his fingers inside.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!” I grunt, rocking against him while fumbling with his pants to get to what I really want. However, the moment I do, he knocks me back onto the sheets while protecting the back of my head, staring into my eyes.

“Aye, bloody feckin’ ’ell, I adore you.” He ravages my lips, pulling up my dress and plunging into my very depths, touching every part of me.

“SIR!” I scream, and shakes his head, sucking my neck.

“No, let me hear it… let me hear it, Glorious,” he grunts, holding me tight, grinding in my pussy rather than thrusting.

“Ooooohhhh God,” I tremble, but he continues grinding. “I love you Sir! I love you Sir! I love you Sir! I love you Sir! I love you Sir! Ughhhhhnnnn I… I love you Sir!”

“Feck me, yer so perfect!” he groans, pounding into me so hard I fear that the yacht will capsize, but I don’t care. I’m already drowning in him, so a little water won’t hurt.

I wrap my body around him tight while he mindlessly fucks me, slacking his lust on me in every way.

“YES! YES! FUCK, MORE!” I cry out, trying to hold my voice back since we’re in public, but from how hard he’s fucking me it’s impossible as he’s quickly building to my climax.

“Feck Glory, cum fer me,” he thrusts into me once more, spilling into me as my pussy clamps down, milking him.

“Wow!” I gasp as I’m ravaged by an orgasm, damn near leaving me lifeless.

“Indeed,” he chuckles, dick still hard and throbbing inside me.

“I—”

“Whoa… did we miss the party?!” I hear over my shoulder and perk up.

“BUNNY! WOLF!” I happily call out, surprising even myself.

“Aww, look my love. She’s excited to see us!” Wolf beams, patting Bunny’s arm excitedly.

“Bloody hell, why are you here?” Sir continues resting inside of me, not moving.

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