Page 58 of Dear Glory

“It’s… I simply don’t want anything Idina touched to remain. Just be patient for me, Glorious.”

“Okay,” I sigh, deflating, wanting to rest as I feel a headache coming on.

“What’s wrong Glorious?”

“My head hurts, and I’m sleepy from crying for so long,” I admit, heaving a heavy sigh.

“Aww,” he places his hands in my head with his thumbs on my temple. “I’m sorry… it’s my fault,” he apologizes, and he’s notlying. Sir has been the source of my headaches from the moment I met him at the hotel.

“I wouldn’t call it fault, but I will say you’ve contributed greatly,” I tease.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, but I’m not surprised provided there’s never a dull moment with you. It begs the question… what will the next years of my life with you look like?” I’m saying this to him playfully, but I mean it. I feel like I’ve willingly placed myself in the dark, blindfolded whilst Sir guides me around in the broad daylight with a collar around my neck and leash in his hand. It’s a strange feeling knowing at any moment, I can take off the blindfold and release myself of the shackles this man has bound me by. However, he and I both know I won’t ever do such a meaningless thing.

“That’s true. Days are certainly going to be eventful going forward,” he smiles as he continues massaging my head.

“Eventful?”

“Do you trust me?” he whispers sitting back, and I frown, rolling my eyes.

“I took your side in a standoff with my own father… what kind of question is that?” I raise a brow and he chuckles.

“True.” He places gentle kisses upon my faces, making way to my lips. “My Glorious’ trust in me is impeccable.” His kisses trail down and before I know it, I’m on my back, with him smirking down at me.

“It is,” I agree.

“Then can I ask you a question?” he spreads my legs, kissing down my belly, sliding down to the bush covering my pussy and inhaling deeply.

“Y…ugn… you c-can ask… you can ask me an -anything, S-Sir!” I jump, shaking when his tongue parts my pussy lips.

“Then…. if you and I could have children… what would you name them?” he questions as he kisses my clit and I go still at the unexpected inquiry, especially in this situation.

“I… well… I don’t know. Si… since I’ve always known I couldn’t have kids, I n-never played the naming game. C-can I think about it?” I chew my lip and he slurps my pussy into his mouth with a hum.

“Yes Glorious, take all the time you need,” he coos as he gently slips two fingers in my pussy, crooking his fingers up, causing my back to arch off the bed and my toes to curl.

“Ughhnnn!” I tremble at his touch, having missed it over the past few days.

“Relax, Dear Glory. This heavenly pussy is still swollen,” he sucks my pussy lip into his mouth. “If you buck against my hand like that, it’ll stay swollen for long and Sir won’t be able to fuck it.” He swirls his fingers around inside, sucking my clit before he pulls away and picks me up. He sits me so slowly onto his dick that it hurts more from how bad I want him than from how swollen I am.

“SIR!” My legs shake and he kisses me all over as he bottoms out, reaching my depths. I start to feel lightheaded from how good he feels buried inside me.How can I let this feeling go?I think while slowly rocking my hips.

“That’s it, Glorious. Take what you need. Take any and everything you want from me,” he grunts, whispering in my ear, coaxing me further.

“I…I’m taking it, Sir,” I groan, throwing my head back, grinding and swirling my wetness around, eyes crossing from how sensitive I am.

“You’re such a good girl, Glorious. You listen to Sir so well.” He runs his hand down my back to my ass, squeezing it.

“Oh!” I tremble, bucking against him when he rubs against a spot that makes me melt.

“Hmm, it seems my Glorious found a good spot,” he gravely murmurs into my ear, smacking my ass. “Fuck… Glorious, you feel so good. Who owns this pussy?” he groans and squeezes me tight.

“Sir! Sir owns this pussy!” I greedily fight for what I want.

“And who owns Sir completely?” he asks as he speeds up.

“I do!”

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