Dianna Agron’s alphabet | A is for Arthur
"He’s losing something important today. Two things to be exact. Poor dear, he may need some cheering up. Can any of you redesign one of the pictures of Arthur? Do something creative in photoshop? Make him a sparkly unicorn? Give him some fun friends? I dunno. Use photo reply with your best shot! I’ll post my favorites.RIP Arthur ♥
I don’t know, love. I think next time I blow a load on you, you may just drown. Don’t drown, okay?
I’ll try. Or I’ll fake drown and you can give me mouth to mouth.
“Might be,” he smiled with a wink, but kissed her just the same. “We can get married whenever you’re ready… my life with you had already started.” He adored the blonde Glee star more than words could say; the fact that they were getting married was just icing on the cake. Matt was more than pleased to let his talented fingers work Dianna over in any way at any time. Like he could ever keep his hands off her. He turned his palm up, sliding two fingers inside her tight wetness until his knuckles hit her puffy lips. Matt worked hard to make her assumption true; the fingers inside her curled up towards her front wall looking for her g-spot; his thumb brushed repeatedly on her clit with every thrust into her. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he breathed, scooting down on the bed a little bit. His hand worked on her sex while his mouth locked around her breast. He sucked and chewed on her breast, maybe a little too hard, suddenly biting down and marking Dianna as his own. He’d claim her - every time - and every little mark, every abrasion on her skin from his facial scruff or whatever, was a badge to show that she belonged to him.
Hearing his words, Di smiled, knowing that she was addicted to this man. “I’m ready…” Dianna whispered, though that might have referred to how she was ready to let him have his wicked way with her considering how his fingers were working her up to a climax. The blonde groaned as she felt his fingers within her, her breathing getting heavier. “Oh my God.” Dianna whimpered when his thumb rubbed against her clit with each thrust of his fingers. It wasn’t an assumption about his fingers. Or the sex they had. Dianna didn’t think any other man would do it for her and frankly, she didn’t want them to. The blonde moaned as he sucked on her nipples, anticipating the fact that he was going to bite down and mark her. When he did, even if she expected it, a cry still left her lips. “Fuck.” Dianna moaned out, feeling herself getting wetter and the fiery sensation between her legs was almost unbearable. “Make me cum, Daddy.” Di moaned, lifting one of her hands to cup her breast.
….okay, if you say so. I’ll probably just leave the front door open so you guys can come in.
Good girl. I do hope you feel better.
Alright thanks Di. You ready for Saturday?
Yesssss. I have a lovely dress to wear, don’t I?
I will.
Yeah I figured… I wouldn’t mind doing it I just don’t think I could see him have sex with someone else…
It’s… tough. I’ve been through that. Not actually seeing him have sex with someone else, but hearing about it. Hearing about it made me want to tear my hair out, I don’t think I can handle seeing it. Just say no and explain why you don’t want it? If he really asks, that is.
:/ I still feel bad. I mean, you can if you want and I guess he can come too. I just don’t want to be a burden.
Pssh. You’re not a burden. I’m sure Matt will say the same thing.
Alright thanks Di.
I’ve been getting some questions about it lately… I don’t know if it’s Paul asking or a random person… Do you think he wants one?
Let me know~
Oh? You have? That’s… interesting. Paul? I don’t really know him that well, actually. Although, he’s a guy. And I think most guys have fantasied about it at least once in their life.