Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 87: Fucking Lydia.

Chapter 87: Fucking Lydia.

Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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In a swift motion, Theodore started to undress, flinging his clothing one by one his eyes firm on his wife’s delectable body.

He crosses the room and stands right in front of her. A solid wall of muscle, confidence, and sex.

It was as though he had some kind of magnetic field around him.

His presence is unavoidable.

Once Lydia is in his orbit, she can’t seem to think straight.

Lydia felt like somebody else, she didn’t even recognize her body anymore.

Her pussy developed a mind of her own and slowly it started to clench.

He is so full of potent, raw sexuality and masculinity. Everything about him at that moment screamed to run away, but Lydia was drawn to him anyway.

"What do you want Gooseberry?" He whispered into her ears as he ran his nose along the column of her throat.

"I want you to fuck me, my Lord husband" she said sternly making his cock twitch.

"Lydia" he gasped.

"Because you never had" she added, her voice low and sensual.

"I made love to you, Gooseberry," he said, his voice low and deep, as he bent his head and brought his mouth closer to my ear.

He placed a kiss before holding her waist keeping her in place.

She blinked as she stared up at him.

His pupils are so wide, they make his blue eyes appear darker. They are full of longing and fire and need.

Need for his Gooseberry.

"Well I need you to fuck me today" she declared breathlessly, her breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her heart.

His cock is already hard just thinking about taking her tight little honeycave.

He gripped her, his palm tracing from her waist to her hip "You want me to fuck you, Gooseberry?"

"Yes," she wailed, her body eager.

"You are such a bad lady" he praised.

She opened her mouth but no words came out. All she can focus on are his strong fingers flexing on her hips.

How good they felt all the times when he had touched her. How much she wanted him to carry on until she lost sight of herself.

Jer core contracts, flooding my pussy with heat and making her suck in a stuttered breath.

"Theodore" she moaned.

"Do me, please" she pleaded, her palm on his chest.

Every cell in her body is vibrating with sexual energy.

She wanted his hands on her. She wanted his fingers inside of her. She wanted him rough and passionate with her.

Just this once. Just to relieve this constant feeling of resistance. Just once.

For him to fuck her like a whore.

She shivered when he ran a hand over her ass, but it was in anticipation and not terror.

The fact that Theodore got this request from her surprised yet delighted him, particularly given where their story began, it was a fucking prize.

Theodore have never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted her in his entire life and now he was gonna fuck her.

It takes him exactly two seconds to get his hand on her vagina.

She placed her hands on the bed on either side of her to keep herself steady as he slid his fingers through her folds.

"You are wet already, Gooseberry," he says with a wicked grin.

"Theo..." she moaned, her eyes fluttering.

He growled as he started to caress the pads of his middle and index fingers over and around her already swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

Pleasure skitters around her body.

He presses his lips against her ear. "Oh, you like that, Gooseberry?"

"Yes, my lord," she breathes, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the bed gets tighter.

He then started to kiss her neck. Trailing his lips and teeth over my sensitive skin as he dips his hand further between her legs, pulling them down as he works his entire hand between her thighs and forces me to spread my legs wider apart.

He slid a finger inside her.

I do! She thought. She really liked his touch.

He eased it in and out of her, while she bit her lips to stop herself from screaming his name and begging him for more.

Seconds later he added a second finger and her pussy immediately coats him with slick heat as she practically purred his name.

He shuddered, sliding in and out of her.

She moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging unto him while he finger fucked her like he had cheat codes to his wife’s pussy.

Like he had just now unlocked ace level killing all her senses except lust and hunger for passion.

His lips dust over the shell of her ear. "Your body loves my fingers, I cannot wait to be inside of you" he bellowed.

"Theo," she groaned as the familiar wave of an impending orgasm started rolling through her core.

Her thighs trembled.

"Open your eyes, wife," he pants as Lydia buries her face against him.

"Eyes, Yes, " she gasped as her head went on spinning and her body started to vibrate with its impending release.

She balanced on his body as he continued his ministry on her body.

He manipulates his fingers harder and deeper inside her while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against her sensitive clit.

"So wet. You hear that wife?"

And she does. She heard the sound of her arousal dripping over his fingers as he worked them in and out of her.

"You are going to come like my pretty Gooseberry, so I can bury my cock inside you too, aren’t you?" he prompted as he questioned more.

"Theodore," she cried out his name as orgasm crashed into her body.

He wrapped one strong arm around her waist, holding her tight while he continued gently massaging her pussy as her body bucks and shuddered.

Her eyes rolled in her head as she struggled to focus on his face.

He is staring at her. His eyes blaze with craving but then he lets her go and walks a bit farther.

He couldn’t believe she was here but he also hated to believe he had almost lost her.

The loss of heat immediately made her shiver in the cool room as she slowly came down from the most intense orgasm she felt she had ever had in her life.

He opened a cupboard and pulled out a small band before walking back to me.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He then started to crawl over her, and peppered kisses over her stomach before he get to her breasts, she was resting on her elbows so he pushed her back down, taking one of her nipples into his hungry mouth at the same time and sucking hard.

Her back arched off the bed as she moaned softly.

Her nipples were sensitive and pink.

He trailed kisses across to her other nipple before sucking on that one too with the same vigour.

"You’re so good at that," she whispered, her mind gone.

Theodore could smell her arousal, and it made his cock ache to be inside her.

Abruptly he reached her honeypot and got his mouth on her a few seconds later.

She rocked her hips against his face as she threaded her fingers in his hair.

She reached orgasms again and before she could relax he flipped her onto her stomach.

She panted breathlessly, still high from her orgasms.

He pressed his cock against the seam of her swollen sleek entrance and she sighed.

He eased a little further inside her and

He almost tipped over the edge when a soft mewl escaped her mouth while the muscles of her vagina squeeze and ripple around his cock.

"Oh Lord, Theodore,"

He pulled out abruptly with a groan. He could feel her.

She was here, alive and longing for him, he thought.

He didn’t wait for her to say a word before he edged the tip of his length inside me, stretching her. It was hard, but it felt so damn good to Lydia.

Her back arched.

He quickly slipped his hand from her side to her breast.

Her back bows, and she lets out a scream that’s muffled by the pillow. Her muscles relaxed when he started to fondle her breasts, allowing him to push all the way inside her.

"I feel so full," she moaned, pushing back, grinding herself on him, demanding more.

He released her breast and started to fuck her like she had wanted.

He drove in and out in a savage motion.

Their skin met each other and made noises that heightened the sexual appeal in the room.

He rammed his shaft back and forth, his big palm pressing her back to the bed and helping her ass stay suspended in the air.

He fucked her like a whore, ravaging her like a beast and soon he felt her tighten further around his thick shaft.

He reached for her clit and rubbed it with ease, they are now ready and hungry for him.

She gasped as her pussy coats him in a rush of her wetness, her welcoming honeypot.

And Theodore knew she was close to the edge, which was a good thing because he was seconds away from emptying her balls inside of her.

"Come for me, Gooseberry," he grunted as he thrusts inside her harder.

His fingers worked her, and like his Gooseberyy wife, she came whimpering his name.

Her climax made her shudder. While he ground his release into her.

His arms clung onto her hips as he pumped every last drop of himself into her juicy waiting body.