His Majesty’s Devious Sins - Chapter 224

When they entered her bedroom, Lydia was suddenly self-conscious. She squeezed his hand and turned to him.

“Let me take a shower,” Lydia said, catching him off guard.

Lydia just realized it had been three years since she last slept with someone and needed to prepare herself.

Weston raised a brow but released her hand. “It’s your house, do as you please, little fireball.”

“Don’t call me that,” Lydia said, hiding a smile as she approached her walk-in closet, her heart threatening to jump from her c.h.e.s.t. She was nervous, but still took out her nicest nightgown.

“It’s the perfect nickname,” Weston responded. “Especially for your feisty nature.”

Weston glanced around her large bedroom and the windows that overlooked the city. She was just a floor below the penthouse and had spectacular views of the entire city from here. His lips curled.

Was Lydia Claymore an exhibitionist? As in, did she enjoy people watching her when she was n.a.k.e.d or being ravished?

“Do you like being watched?” Weston asked, but it was too late. She didn’t hear his question.

Weston heard the tiny pitter-patter of her feet as she scrambled to the bathroom to prepare herself. He found it amusing, but said nothing.

“Everyone can look in if they wanted to,” Weston murmured, shaking his head at her fearlessness.

Weston took a step forward and observed the view. He could see the peaks of some buildings. Meanwhile, the further skyscr.a.p.ers that were taller and higher could have the perfect view from their window. She was bold, he’ll give her that.

“Exhibitions can wait,” Weston said to himself. Next time, he’d pound her against the window.

Weston curiously looked around her spacious room, where her large bed could be seen. It was the perfect size to roll around in and the perfect height to have her bent over in.

“Best to return the favor,” Weston said out loud, a bad habit of his. Weston exited her bedroom, knowing there was a guest bathroom outside.

Weston decided to shower as well and was impressed by the layout of her bathroom. There were white towels in stock as well as guest toiletries. It seemed she really knew how to be a good hostess.

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It had been a long time since Lydia last slept with someone. Lydia had just finished cleaning herself. Now, she was trying to shave as quick as she could in the shower whilst putting on shea butter to soften her legs.

Then, Lydia dried herself off, and hopped out of the bathroom in a thin nightgown. When she stepped out, the cool air instantly caused goosebumps to dance on her arm. She was confused when she saw her empty bedroom.

‘I didn’t take that long, did I?’ Lydia wondered to herself.

“Right on time,” Weston said.

Water droplets slid down Weston’s toned, muscular body, streaming along his hard abdomen. A white towel dangled dangerously low on his h.i.p.s, flashing two prominent lines leading downwards.

“Did you prepare this nightgown just for me?” Weston teased, striding to her in two long steps. He hooked a finger on the thin straps of her white nightgown that showed her b.a.r.e legs and arms.

“N-no, I always wear this to bed…” Lydia trailed off. It was the truth. She preferred to sleep in minimal clothes as possible.

“I get hot easily,” Lydia admitted, shivering at his cold touch. His finger barely c.a.r.e.s.sed her skin, and she was already growing warmer.

“I can tell,” Weston smoothly said, grabbing her waist and kissing her.

Weston helplessly brought their bodies closer, until he felt her hardened n.i.p.p.l.es poking against his n.a.k.e.d c.h.e.s.t. His breath hitched.

Weston roughly grabbed her t.h.i.g.hs and lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the bed, their bodies bouncing on the soft material.

“I’ve been wanting to do this a long time,” Weston growled against her mouth, kissing her harder, their lips wet with passion.

“Don’t hold back then,” Lydia taunted him, tightening her legs around his h.i.p.s, pressing his hardened tent against her lower waist. Warmth pooled in between her legs.

“You’ll regret saying that,” Weston threatened, his hand slipping underneath her silky nightgown. He clapped her perky b.u.t.t and she jumped in surprise, looking at him with wide eyes.

Weston revealed a dangerous, cunning smile. “For all of your taunts lately, what should your punishment be?”

Lydia nervously swallowed as she looked at him. The spank didn’t hurt. Instead, it had sent a tingle up her spine. She wanted more, but didn’t dare say it.

“Nothing,” Lydia said, kissing him again. “Absolutely nothing. I-I deserve mercy since you teased me as well.”

Weston hummed against her lips, deciding punishments and spanking could wait. This was going to be their first time and he wanted her to remember it for the rest of her life. Thus, in two swipes, he yanked her nightgown in half.

Lydia cried out in protest, instantly hiding her bosom, her legs clenching together. She was shaking in anticipation, not expecting his raw strength.

“This will be the only time I show you leniency, my little fireball,” Weston murmured, as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head. He observed her body and her squirming h.i.p.s that tried to desperately hide her moistened entrance.

“D-don’t look—”

“They’re beautiful,” Weston said. “Truly.’

Weston liked the color of her chocolate orbs, completely different from the rosebuds he expected. He bent down and captured one of her hardened beads into her mouth, rolling his tongue upon the s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e part.

“Ah…!” Lydia whimpered, the sensation catching her off guard. She squeezed her eyes shut when he flicked his tongue on the bead, as he grabbed her wrists with one hand and fondled her other b.r.e.a.s.t with the other.

Lydia g.r.o.a.n.e.d when he squeezed her other b.r.e.a.s.t, his forefinger and middle finger teasingly pinching her other bead.

“Please don’t do this,” Lydia whispered, turning her head a bit. She didn’t think him touching her bosom like this could feel so good.

At the sound of her pleas, Weston was even more impatient. He wanted to take it nice and slow, but now, he wanted to ravish her roughly and hard. He captured her lips and slid one hand down her stomach, his long, middle finger searching for her wet approval.

Lydia m.o.a.n.e.d into his mouth, clenching her stomach at his cold c.a.r.e.s.s. His icy touch melted against her heated body. She gasped into the kiss when she felt his finger slick in between her puffy garden opening.

“Such a naughty little thing you are,” Weston g.r.o.a.n.e.d. “Wet from just a few kisses?”

“Don’t say such l.e.w.d things—”

“How can I not when your body reacts like this?” Weston countered, sticking his middle finger inside. Instantly, she clenched onto it, as he felt the pulse of her warmth.

Weston could no longer hold back. He threw his white towel aside and placed his hardened member upon her womanhood.

“It’ll hurt a bit, b.a.r.e with me,” Weston said as he began to kiss her neck. She instantly shook her head, nervous as it had been at least three years since her last i.n.t.e.r.c.o.u.r.s.e.

“What are you doing?” Lydia gasped, as he pushed her legs apart.

“Keep your legs open, fireball,” Weston growled. His thumbs pressed into her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e t.h.i.g.h as he licked at her entrance.

Lydia whimpered, her h.i.p.s rising from the bed. “No, don’t, n-no one ever did that before.”

Weston stilled at her words. Was she serious?

“How can they not? You taste like honey,” Weston said, as he licked at the pearl of the oyster, causing her legs to shake a bit. He captured it into his mouth, rolling his tongue across it, suckling and lapping at it as one would lick a lollipop.

Lydia was beginning to see white. Her breathing grew heavy and she clenched and unclenched her insides, wanting more and more of him.

“Weston, don’t stop,” she whimpered. “It feels really good.”

Weston knew she was close. Suddenly, he inserted two fingers inside, all the while lapping his tongue on her wet entrance. She cried out, her h.i.p.s writhing to escape the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, but he didn’t relent. His tongue continued their assault until he felt her tighten around his fingers and she gasped, her entire body going tense.

“Oh!” Lydia loudly m.o.a.n.e.d, as she reached the climax, seeing flashing white. Instantly, she felt a bit tired, but even more aroused.

“Look at me,” Weston said.

Lydia shakily opened her eyes, her heart skipping when she made eye-contact with his face buried against her dripping garden. His gaze was heated when their eyes met as he cleaned her up with his tongue. By the time he was done, her legs were shaking and she was overstimulated by her initial release.

“Now, relax,” Weston said, pressing her h.i.p.s back to the bed, knowing she was the type to try to run from p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

“This might hurt a bit, but I’ve loosened and lubricated you well,” Weston said, as he began to position his member against her entrance.