"Look at me," Helen demanded, her voice husky and commanding as she pressed her lips to the base of Junior's throbbing cock. Her eyes locked onto his, dark and unyielding, as if daring him to look away. "This is all for you, my majesty. You belong to me, every inch of you."
Junior's breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him tighter as he felt the soft warmth of her mouth trail back up his length. His thoughts were a hazy mess of pleasure and disbelief. Is this really happening? Is she really…? But the sensation was undeniable, the way her tongue flicked against his sensitive tip, the way her lips wrapped around him with such possessive hunger.
Helen pulled away just enough to smirk up at him, her fingers tracing lazy circles around the base of his shaft. "You're mine, Junior," she whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of adoration and something darker, something possessive. "You always have been. And now, I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
Before he could respond, she leaned down again, planting a series of slow, deliberate kisses along his length. Each kiss sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his hips twitching involuntarily as he struggled to keep himself under control. "H-Helen…" he groaned, his voice thick with need.
She didn't stop, her lips moving lower until they reached the very base of his cock. Then, in one fluid motion, she stood up, straddling him with her knees on either side of his hips. Her dress had already been discarded earlier, leaving her completely bare to his gaze. She was stunning, her curves accentuated by the dim light of the room, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
But what caught Junior's attention the most was the way her pussy glistened, the evidence of her arousal dripping down her thighs. She shifted slightly, positioning herself directly above his cock, and let out a soft, almost predatory chuckle as she rubbed herself against him.
"Do you feel that, my prince?" she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "That's how much I want you. That's how much you affect me."
Junior's breath came in short, ragged gasps as he felt her wetness coating him, her slick juices mixing with the remnants of his earlier release. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of her body so close to his driving him wild. "Helen… please…" he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her response was to lean down, her hands braced on his chest as she positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. "Tell me you're mine," she demanded, her tone brooking no argument. "Say it."
"I… I'm yours," he stammered, his voice trembling with need. "I'm yours, Helen."
That seemed to satisfy her. With a triumphant smirk, she sank down onto him, taking him inch by torturous inch into her tight, velvety warmth. Junior's head fell back against the pillows, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he felt her surround him completely. "Fuck… Helen… you're so… so tight…"
She let out a low, satisfied groan as she bottomed out, her nails digging into the flesh of his chest. "You feel perfect, my majesty," she purred, her voice filled with a twisted kind of reverence. "Like you were made just for me."
Then, without warning, she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Junior's body. He could do nothing but grip the sheets tighter, his mind overwhelmed by the sensations she was wringing from him.
"You're mine," she repeated, her voice growing more intense with each thrust. "Mine, and no one else's. Do you understand? No one gets to touch you like this. No one gets to make you feel like this. Only me."
Junior could only nod, his words lost in the haze of pleasure. But that wasn't enough for Helen. She leaned down, her face inches from his, her eyes burning with an intensity that bordered on madness. "Say it," she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. "Say you're mine!"
"I'm yours!" he gasped, his voice breaking as he arched his back, thrusting deeper into her. "I'm yours, Helen!"
Her smile was almost feral as she continued to ride him, her rhythm becoming faster, more erratic. "Good boy," she purred, her nails scraping down his chest as she leaned back, allowing him to see every inch of her body as she moved. "Now, let me show you just how much you mean to me."
As she increased her pace, Junior found himself unable to hold back any longer. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he matched her rhythm, thrusting up into her with a desperation that surprised even him. "Helen… I… I can't…"
"Don't you dare stop," she growled, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and menace. "You're mine, Junior. Mine to take, mine to pleasure, mine to ruin. And I'm not done with you yet."
With a guttural groan, Junior flipped them over, pinning her to the bed as he took control. His thrusts became harder, more insistent, each one driving her closer to the edge. Helen's moans grew louder, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him deeper into her.
"That's it," she panted, her nails raking down his back. "Take what's yours, my majesty. Show me how much you want me. How much you need me."
And he did. With every thrust, every moan, every gasp, Junior poured everything he had into her, his desire for her consuming him completely.
" I am cumming "helen moaned out as she squirted on the bed sheet.