His Majesty's Devious Sins

Chapter 225 - I Always Will

"Don't do that," Lydia begged when he rubbed his hardened member against her garden, but didn't enter it. She was still s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e from her previous climax, and his teasing felt too good.

"You're not making this easy, are you?" Weston g.r.o.a.n.e.d, enjoying it when she spoke to him in such a tender voice. He was seeing a completely new side to her, and he enjoyed that.

Weston slowly inserted into her, hissing a bit. She was wet and slick, but he still entered with difficulty. He was too big for her. But he thrust himself into her, and she cried out, hugging his shoulders, her hands digging into his muscles.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Weston said, knowing it was best to have it done in one go. Although this was neither of their first time, having not done it in a while could hurt. He had prepped her enough, so the pain wasn't as bad as it should be.

"You're quite the handful," Weston teased, wiping what little tears she had in her eyes as she buried her face into his shoulder. She was clinging onto him, her n.a.k.e.d b.r.e.a.s.ts pressing against his c.h.e.s.t driving him insane.

"Hmm…" Lydia g.r.o.a.n.e.d, as her thoughts began to fade into nothingness. He gently grabbed her b.u.t.t and grinded into her, causing her breath to quicken, and her lower stomach to clench.

With consideration, Weston took it slow and sensual. He was careful to not hurt her, but also cautiously molding her insides to fit his shape. The night was long, and he'd enjoy it to its fullest.

"Does it hurt?" Weston asked between gritted teeth, his brows taut with concentration. He wanted to thrust her hard and fast. His d.e.s.i.r.e to take over was crazy.

"It's fine," Lydia breathed out, her mind dizzy with his scent and touch. She relished in his motion, rolling her head back in approval as she clung onto him. His body was hard and strong, supporting her well.

"In that case," Weston murmured, penetrating her harder, thrusting deep into her. She whimpered, but didn't protest, squeezing her eyes shut as p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e shot through her body.

Lydia tried to calm herself, but it felt so good, a tingly sensation in her lower area. Her insides throbbed with want as she hugged him tighter, hoping he'd never let go.

"Ah… mmph…" Lydia g.r.o.a.n.e.d and m.o.a.n.e.d, as he drove faster and harder into her.

Weston grunted in approval, the sound low and greedy for more. Her face was red with passion, and he pounded her harder. He couldn't control himself anymore. She was holding him so tightly, he was beginning to lose rationality.

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"No, not there!" Lydia cried out when he found the most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot inside of her.

Weston's eyes flashed as he spread her legs more and thrusted directly into that spot, causing her back to arch off the bed, her h.i.p.s wriggling to escape the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Immediately, his hand clenched on her b.u.t.t, grinding her against him as he repeatedly ravished that spot.

"W-Weston, you brute!" Lydia complained, but her eyes were squeezed shut and she was panting in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, her entire body writhing, eager to get more, but also wishing he'd stop.

"You're denying yourself, but clenching so tightly onto me," Weston darkly chuckled, watching her face redden with more shame. She was desperately clinging onto him now, burying her face into his shoulders.

Heat spread across her body ,specifically her c.h.e.s.t that felt like it'd burst. She was concentrated on his raw motions that sent her thoughts jumbling. She could only think of him, and he clearly liked her hanging onto him.

Weston's hand slid into the back of her head, as he kissed the side of her hair, his fingers tightly grabbing her hair.

"If you cling on me like this, we'll do it until tomorrow," Weston warned her, even though it was bound to happen with his undeniable stamina.

"Please…" Lydia weakly said.

Weston didn't know what she was pleading for, but he continued to roll his h.i.p.s, until she was shaking. Their skin slapped against each other, as his hardened member dove against her soft insides, repeatedly ravishing the spot that made her weak and trembling.

"You're doing such a good job," Weston praised her, groaning as he breathed in deeply, her scent overwhelming him. He pounded her faster, causing her to cry out directly into his ears.

An instinct to dominate her took over and Weston hugged her tighter, knowing he'd never stop at this point. She felt so good and he was going wild. Soon, she tightened even more around him, her breathing growing sharper, harder, and faster.

"Please, please," Lydia begged, her head rolling on the mattress, unable to control her mouth.

"Hold it," Weston growled. "You're not allowed to come yet."

Lydia didn't understand how that was possible. She simply clenched him tighter, and he hissed.

"F.u.c.k," Weston g.r.o.a.n.e.d, knowing he, too, was also very near. Weston continued the rhythm, until her body arched off the bed and her wet insides convulsed on his hardened sheath.

Lydia let out a shaky breath, as she climaxed for the second time today. It felt so good that tears slid down her face, but he did not stop there.

"Ah, Weston!"

Despite knowing she was overly s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e, Weston furthered his h.i.p.s, keeping the pace the same. Suddenly, warmth gushed into her insides, and she stiffened, her eyes going wide.

"Didn't I tell you to wait?" Weston said, whilst slowly pulling out of her and going back inside, until he unloaded all of his seed inside of her. Tomorrow, he'd get her Plan-B.

"I-I didn't know how to—"

"On your knees. Now."

Lydia looked at him, astonished that he was as kinky as his words implied. She shakily tried to get to her knees, but her body was weak. When he pulled out, she held back a m.o.a.n.

"Hands on the bed," Weston instructed her as she got onto all fours.

Weston raised a brow at the juices that slipped out of her. Suddenly, he grabbed her and placed her over his knees. Lydia gasped, her stomach pressing into his hard t.h.i.g.h, her knees on the floor, as he bent her over.

"Three spanks for disobeying me," Weston murmured, placing his hand on her b.u.t.t.

"Y-you're not serious—"

Weston smacked her bottom, causing her to jolt and gasp. He soothingly rubbed the reddening flesh, c.a.r.e.s.sing the pain away.

Lydia wondered if she had lost her mind, because she was suddenly excited and wanting more.

"Count," Weston instructed.

"One…" Lydia nervously said.

"Warn me next time—"

"Count." His voice grew darker.

Lydia shakily opened her mouth. "Two."

"Good girl," Weston said, bringing his hand down on her reddened flesh for the final time.

"T-three," Lydia said, her entire body relaxing in response. Weston moved his hand across his art work, admiring the curve of her bottom.

Suddenly, her world spun again, and she found herself straddling him. Lydia was surprised by his bright red eyes, rough and violent, but his actions implied otherwise.

Weston was affectionately holding her h.i.p.s as he leaned in for a slow, savoring kiss. He still tasted the wine on her tongue, as he treated her gently, despite spanking her a few times.

"I don't understand you…" Lydia whispered against his wet lips as he hummed in response, stroking the back of her head.

Lydia's heart fluttered at his actions. She always liked it when people played with her hair. She leaned her head on his shoulders, hugging his cold body, hoping it'd cool her feverish ones.

"Was that too much for you?" Weston inquired, even though that was just the beginning of his sadistic ways.

"A bit," Lydia said. "T-there won't be bondage play right, like with ropes and dangling off the ceiling? I don't think I'll like it."

Lydia had read this one book with a wealthy billionaire and his submissive. "I don't want you to be a dominant…"

Weston paused at her words, but his hand continued patting the back of her head. "No, we won't go that far. I only enjoy light plays."

Lydia didn't know what that meant. She was completely oblivious to her future, with her hands tied to the bed, and the multiple positions he'd put her in. But tonight, she was exhausted from her job, the date, and coming twice.

"Sleep," Weston said, even though he was hard and wanted to do much more for her. But he could wait until tomorrow morning.

"Stay tonight," Lydia whispered, pressing her upper body against his, careful to not move her h.i.p.s and arouse him further. She was well-aware that his member was rising again, but she didn't have the energy to continue.

"I always will," Weston reassured her.

At his words, Lydia slowly closed her eyes.

Weston continued playing with her hair, his other hand reassuringly rubbing her mid-back. Soon, she was puddy in his hands and fast asleep. Only when her breathing grew shallow did he change their position to lie her down. He brought the blanket over them, and she immediately stirred.

"No, don't leave," Lydia said, clinging onto his body.

Weston let out harsh laughter. Did she really think he'd abandon her after captivating her? He lied down and she tucked herself under his arms. She hugged his right side, one arm on his c.h.e.s.t, his arm under her neck.

"Never." Weston hugged her tightly. "I'd never leave."

Weston, like the King, did not need much sleep. He watched the tension leave her face, and she slowly began to fall back asleep. He continued watching her, observing her short lashes, but silky, soft hair.