Helen lay trembling beneath him, her body still vibrating with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat that made her look almost ethereal in the dim light.
Junior stared down at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body before lingering on her pussy, still slick and swollen from their first round. The sight of her, so utterly satisfied yet undeniably inviting, sent a fresh surge of desire coursing through him. His cock, which had only just softened moments ago, began to harden once more, twitching eagerly as it strained toward her.
"You're insatiable, aren't you, my majesty?" Helen purred, her voice low and sultry as she reached out to brush her fingers along his length. Her touch was featherlight, teasing, but it was enough to make him groan. "I love it. I love how much you want me. How much you need me."
Junior didn't respond—he couldn't. His mind was consumed by the heat of her body, the way her pussy glistened with their combined juices, and the possessive fire burning in her eyes. Without thinking, he moved forward, positioning himself between her legs once more. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he aligned the tip of his cock with her entrance. Helen's breath hitched, her lips parting in anticipation as she watched him with hungry eyes.
"Go on," she urged, her voice a husky whisper. "Take what's yours. Again."
With a deep growl, Junior thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Helen gasped, her back arching off the bed as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper still. She felt incredible—tight, wet, and impossibly warm—and Junior couldn't help but moan as he began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a steady rhythm.
"Yes," Helen sighed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she matched his movements. "Just like that. Fuck me, my prince. Make me yours all over again."
Her words sent a jolt of arousal straight to his core, and Junior increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—skin slapping against skin, muffled moans, and the occasional sharp gasp. But despite the intensity of their coupling, Helen's gaze never wavered. Her eyes were locked on his, dark and predatory, filled with a possessiveness that both thrilled and terrified him.
"You're mine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of their lovemaking. "All mine. No one else will ever have you like this. No one else will ever make you feel the way I do."
Junior groaned, his forehead pressing against hers as he continued to pound into her. He wanted to deny it, to tell her that he wasn't hers to claim, but the truth was undeniable. She had him—completely and utterly—and there was no escaping the hold she had on him.
"You're right," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. "I'm yours, Helen. Only yours."
The smile that spread across her lips was triumphant, tinged with a madness that sent a shiver down his spine. "Good," she said, her hands moving to cradle his face as she pulled him into a searing kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth, claiming him just as thoroughly as her body did, and Junior surrendered to her completely.
But then, something shifted. Helen's movements became more erratic, her hips bucking against his as she sought her own pleasure. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and Junior could feel her walls tightening around him, urging him closer to the edge. With a growl, he flipped them over, pinning her to the bed as he took control once more. His thrusts became harder, more insistent, each one driving her closer to the brink of another orgasm.
"That's it," Helen panted, her nails raking down his back. "Fuck me, my prince. Show me how much you want 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. They were a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and lust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
But even as he took the lead, there was no mistaking who was truly in control. Helen's eyes never left his, her gaze filled with a possessive fire that burned hotter than any pleasure she gave him. She owned him, body and soul, and nothing would ever change that.
As they neared the peak of their shared ecstasy, Helen's fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer until their lips were almost touching. "Say it again," she demanded, her voice trembling with need. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," Junior gasped, his thrusts becoming frantic as he felt his release building. "Only yours, Helen."
Her response was a guttural moan as she came undone around him, her body convulsing with pleasure. Junior followed her over the edge, his release spilling into her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a primal claim of his own.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, they remained entwined, their breathing slow and labored. Helen's fingers trailed lazily down his back, her touch sending shivers through him even now. "You're perfect," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with an intensity that made his heart race. "My perfect prince."
Junior opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Helen shifted beneath him, her hand sliding down to grip his cock once more. It was already hardening again, eager and ready for another round. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Let's see how many times I can make you cum before the sun comes up."