Junior's heart still raced, his body slick with sweat, but Helen was already stirring beside him. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across his chest, igniting sparks of desire that refused to be ignored. He turned his head to look at her, and the intensity in her eyes made his breath catch. She wasn't done with him—not even close.
"Again," she whispered, her voice a seductive command that sent a shiver down his spine. Her hand slid lower, brushing against his now semi-hard cock, and he felt it twitch in response. "You're not ready to stop yet, are you, my prince?"
Junior swallowed hard, his throat dry. "No, I'm not."
Helen smirked, that dangerous, all-knowing smile that made his stomach twist with anticipation. She pushed herself up, straddling his hips once more, her naked body glowing in the dim light. Her pussy hovered just above him, her arousal already dripping onto his length, warm and tantalizing. Junior groaned, his hands gripping her thighs as she ground against him, coating his cock with her wetness.
"Feel that?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "That's how much I want you. How much I need you." She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and her lips brushed his ear. "You belong to me, Junior. Always."
Before he could respond, she guided him inside her, sinking down slowly, inch by excruciating inch. Junior's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as she took him fully, her warmth enveloping him completely. Helen's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to him, and then she began to move.
Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, each movement dragging a gasp from both of them. "Do you feel how tight I am for you?" she murmured, her voice trembling with need. "It's because no one else can have you but me."
Junior couldn't think, couldn't speak. All he could do was feel—the way she clenched around him, the way she controlled every motion, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Her pace quickened, her body riding him with a ferocity that left him breathless. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and Junior knew she was close.
But then she stopped, lifting herself off him entirely. He groaned in frustration, but Helen only smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Not yet," she said, her voice teasing. "I want to see you take control this time."
She shifted positions, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide, an open invitation. Junior didn't need to be told twice. He moved between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers as he thrust into her again, this time with a force that made her cry out.
His rhythm was rougher, less controlled, driven by pure need. Helen's nails raked down his back, urging him on, her moans growing more frantic with every thrust. "Yes! Just like that!" she gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Make me yours, Junior!"
Her words spurred him on, his pace becoming almost punishing. Their bodies slapped together, the sound mingling with their shared cries of pleasure. Junior felt himself teetering on the edge, but he held back, determined to bring her with him.
Then, abruptly, Helen flipped them over, regaining the upper hand. She rode him hard, her movements wild and unrelenting. "I told you," she hissed, her face flushed with exertion and triumph. "You're mine."
Her climax came first, her body shuddering as she cried out his name, her pussy tightening around him in waves. The sensation tipped Junior over the edge, and he came with a roar, his release filling her as they collapsed together, panting and spent.
For a moment, they lay there, tangled and motionless. Then Helen stirred, climbing on top of him once more. She straddled his hips, exhausted but unwilling to let go. Her pussy pressed against his softening cock, her juices mixing with his cum as she leaned down, kissing him deeply.
"Sleep now, my prince," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with possessiveness. "But remember—you'll never escape me."
Her body went limp, her head resting on his chest as she drifted off to sleep. Junior wanted to stay awake, to process everything that had happened, but exhaustion pulled him under too. Just before darkness claimed him, he saw something flicker in the corner of his vision -a faint, glowing prompt.
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