His Majesty’s Devious Sins - Chapter 242

[Warning: The following contains 18+ content.]

Weston smiled, continuously pressing the spot of her silky wet insides. She was wriggling her waist as his fingers sent her t.h.i.g.hs trembling.

Weston climbed off of her and settled in between her legs, eager to taste her. But he placed his powerful hand on her stomach, pressing her h.i.p.s down, knowing she loved to run from the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

“No?” Weston echoed, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her entrance, teasing her. She shuddered in response, attempting to close to her legs, but they was being held open by the rope cuffs.

“Weston, I’m sorry—”

“Lies. Don’t you like it best when I edge you as well?” Weston asked, removing his thumb so he could insert three fingers into her now. She was loosening for him, which would make it less painful when he penetrated her.

“You’re very adorable when you’re like this. Normally, I’d do as you ask and accept your apology, but after last time, I can’t.” Weston s.u.c.k.e.d her c.l.i.t, earning a cry of protest from her. He lapped and softly s.u.c.k.l.e.d on it, sending jolts into her body.

Lydia tried to move her hip to avoid the overwhelming p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, but couldn’t. He was strong, his hand grabbing her waist to keep her still and obedient for him. To him, it looked like she was enjoying it.

“You always love to resist the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Though, it’ll never work,” Weston said, watching her squeeze her eyes tightly. He flickered his tongue, earning a soft, low m.o.a.n from her.

Weston’s fingering suddenly became rough, and her lower back arched off the bed. He glanced at their floor length window, where her position was so beautiful, he wanted to capture her. She had succ.u.mbed to his fingering, her breathing coming out in pants, mixed with the wet sounds whenever he moved in and out of her diligently.

“Look at how eager you sound,” Weston teased.

“No, I—” Lydia g.r.o.a.n.e.d, unable to suppress another m.o.a.n. The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was making her dizzy. It felt so good. She could focus on nothing but his long and thick fingers that sensually rubbed the right spots. Soon, she was holding her breath, her body tensing, as her insides began to pulsate, tightening on his fingers, clenching it.

“A-ah, I’m coming!” Lydia rolled her head back, warmth pooling even more. Then, she shakily lowered her h.i.p.s back onto the bed, s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and shaking.

“You shouldn’t clench your eyes so hard next time,” Weston instructed, softly kissing the lone tear that trickled down the side of her face. He told her that so many times before, but she always did it.

Lydia wanted to hug onto him, but her wrists were held down. Weston seemed to notice that and pulled away, laughing darkly.

“Would my wife like to hold onto me?” Weston asked, earning a glare from her, for he evidently knew what she wanted to do. She always embraced him tightly, holding onto him for dear life, but he wouldn’t give her that privilege today. Well, not unless she begged him for it.

“I don’t,” Lydia lied.

“Oh?”

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll consider it out of the kindness of my heart,” Weston said, his lips brushing upon her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e ears. She shivered and pressed her body against his.

Lydia hated begging, but she always did it with him. She was too proud and confident, but in front of him, was always at his mercy and whims. But this time, it was a new experience and she wanted his comfort.

“P-please…”

“Use your words,” Weston taunted, seeing the fire grow in her eyes. She was eager to curse him out and he saw her wrestle her inner demons.

“Please undo my wrists,” Lydia finally said, her shoulders dropped in defeat.

Weston revealed a wicked smile, grabbed her waist and plunged deeply into her, all at once.

“No, a-ah” Lydia g.r.o.a.n.e.d, her wrist straining against the cuffs.

Weston began to loosen the leather, so that she didn’t hurt herself. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around him, as he pressed her body down. He had endured far too long, and now, he wanted all of her.

“This was what I wanted to do to you the entire wedding. It should be a sin to wear such a white dress and not have it tainted by me,” Weston said, kissing her softly as his hard shath pounded into her, the actions conflicting.

“It’s prettier when it’s on the ground, like the one right there.”

Lydia looked towards the white gown, pooling on the black floorboards. Before she could think of anything else, he suddenly roughly entered her, causing her to groan. Before she knew it, she was clinging onto him, her insides clenching and unclenching him, not allowing him to go anywhere. She wanted him here. With her.

Lydia rolled her h.i.p.s to match his movement, as his hand slid onto the back of her head and he kissed her fiercely. Her p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was high and she was forgetting everything. Then, he kissed her chin, her neck, her shoulder, and she whimpered, his movements increasing. Harder. Faster. He plunged deep into her, her toes curling, and her mouth wide.

L.e.w.d sounds one after the other slipped out.

“Ah… hah…no—” Lydia cut herself off, her cries only fueling his thrusts more. He moved his mouth to her other b.r.e.a.s.t, teasing her hardened n.i.p.p.l.es, until she fully lost herself in the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

Lydia strained to close her legs, thinking that’d distract her, but she had to resist against the rope. Forced to feel the full length of his actions, she couldn’t help the sounds leaking out of her mouth.

“You always amaze me, how much you protest and try to run, but your insides squeeze me so tightly,” Weston growled, nibbling on her ears, quickening until the only sound coming from her was her slow m.o.a.ns and sweet cries.

“Ah… ah!” Lydia shook her head, as he hugged her body tightly, molding it perfectly together. He railed her roughly, but his embrace was so endearing.

Soon, Lydia climaxed yet again, her entire body raising off the bed. She was shaking when he was still rolling his h.i.p.s inside of her and he let out a grunt, warmth shooting inside of her.

“What are you…” Lydia trailed off as he undid her restraints and lifted her off the bed, carrying her towards the window. Her eyes widened in disbelief when he had her stand, raised one t.h.i.g.h with his powerful hand and slid inside of her. Her body felt cold from the glass window. No. way.

“Our wedding night has just begun, my fireball. Don’t tell me you thought we’re stopping there?” Weston asked.

“How did you know I liked this—”

“The windows in your bedroom,” Weston reassured her, hugging her closely as he slid back inside of her. They’ll do it again and again on the window, until they’d drown in euphoria the entire night.