Chapter 94: Taming A Judge [+18]

Damian smiled, stepping closer to Judge Vance, his hand brushing hers as he leaned into her neck and took a deep breath. The touch made her shiver, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, her breath caught, a flush creeping up her neck. Damian moved nearer, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. Helena’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the warmth.

“Helena,” he called her by her first name. “You look like you need this… like you need me.”

Helena shuddered at his words but didn’t refute. If it were any other person calling her by her first name, she would have gone mad with fury. But she can make an exception for a handsome lover.

Helena nodded, her body leaning into his touch. Slowly, he cupped her face and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss started gentle and exploratory. His mouth soft against hers, tasting the faint bitterness of her lipstick. She responded tentatively at first, her hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt.

As their lips parted and met again, the kiss deepened just a fraction, his tongue brushing hers lightly. Helena sighed into his mouth, her fingers curling into his shirt. The emptiness of the cafe amplified every sound—the soft smack of their lips, her quiet exhale.

Damian’s hand slid to the nape of her neck, holding her steady as he kissed her with a deliberate slowness, letting the tension build. She felt a warmth spreading low in her belly.

Helena pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire.

“It’s been… too long,” she whispered, her voice husky.

Damian didn’t rush; instead, he trailed kisses along her jawline, down to the pulse point on her neck. His lips pressed there, sucking lightly, and she gasped, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders.

The sensation sent a shiver through her, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her blouse. She arched her neck, giving him more access, her body betraying how starved she was for this intimacy.

His hands moved to her waist, fingers splaying over the curve of her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. She could feel the growing hardness of his cock against her thigh through his pants, and it made her pussy clench with need.

Slowly, he unbuttoned the top of her blouse, exposing the lace of her bra. His mouth followed, kissing the swell of her breasts, his breath hot against her skin. Helena’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he licked the edge of her bra, teasing the sensitive flesh.

“Take it off,” she breathed, her voice trembling with urgency.

Damian obliged, slipping the blouse from her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. He unclasped her bra with practiced ease, and her full breasts spilled free.

Damian cupped one in his hand, thumb circling the nipple until it peaked, then leaned down to take it into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud, drawing a moan from deep in her throat. Helena’s head fell back, her body alive with sensations of the wet heat of his mouth and the pull that shot straight to her core.

She tugged at his shirt, buttons popping as she yanked it open, her nails raking lightly over his chest. Damian groaned against her breast, the vibration making her squirm. He switched to the other nipple, sucking harder now, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

Helena’s pussy grew wetter, soaking through her panties, and she pressed her thighs together, seeking friction. But Damian held her steady, his free hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through her skirt.

Lifting his head, he captured her mouth again, the kiss more insistent this time, tongues tangling with growing hunger. Helena kissed him back fiercely. She fumbled with his belt, her fingers shaking as she unbuckled it, then unzipped his pants.

Damain’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling it throb in her grip. Damian hissed, his hips bucking slightly into her touch.

“You are quite skilled,” he murmured, but he didn’t let her take control yet.

Instead, Damian guided her back against the counter, lifting her skirt up her thighs. His fingers traced the edge of her panties, feeling the dampness there.

“You’re soaked.” Damiansaid, his voice rough with arousal.

She nodded, biting her lip, as he slipped a finger beneath the fabric, brushing her slick folds. Helena whimpered, her hips lifting toward him.

He teased her clit with slow circles, his touch light and deliberate, building the pressure without rushing. She was so sensitive, every stroke sending sparks through her nerves.

“More,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.

Damian added another finger, sliding them along her pussy lips, coating them in her juices before pushing one inside her. Helena was tight, her walls clenching around him greedily, and he pumped it in and out slowly, curling it to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.

Helena’s breaths came in pants, her hand still stroking his cock in rhythm with his finger. The cafe’s quiet was shattered by the wet sounds of his finger fucking her, her moans growing louder. He added a second finger, stretching her, thrusting deeper but still measured, letting her feel every inch. Helena’s orgasm built gradually, a slow burn that had her grinding against his hand, chasing the release she’d denied herself for so long.

But Damian pulled his fingers out just as she teetered on the edge, making her whine in frustration.

“Not yet,” he said, dropping to his knees. He hooked her panties aside and buried his face between her thighs.

Damian’s tongue licked her pussy from bottom to top, lapping at her clit with flat, slow strokes. Helena cried out, her hands gripping the counter as pleasure overwhelmed her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly now, but still controlled, drawing out her arousal.

Helena tasted herself on his lips when he stood and kissed her again, her flavor musky and intoxicating. Her body trembled, every nerve alight. She pushed him back toward a nearby table, her judge’s composure cracking under the weight of her need.

“I want you inside me,” she demanded, her voice raw.

Damian nodded, helping her hop onto the table, her skirt hiked up around her waist. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging her entrance.

He entered her slowly, inch by inch, letting her adjust to his thickness. Helena gasped at the stretch, her pussy fluttering around him as he filled her completely. It had been decades since she’d felt this full.

Damain paused when he was fully seated, their hips flush, and kissed her softly, giving her time to savor the connection. Then, he began to move. Shallow thrusts at first, pulling out halfway and sliding back in with deliberate slowness.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, her walls gripping him tightly. Helena wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back.

“Faster,” she whispered, but he held the pace, grinding against her clit with every stroke.

The tempo increased gradually, his hips snapping a bit harder, the table creaking under them. She met his thrusts, her body rocking with his, the friction building an inferno inside her.

Damian’s hands gripped her hips, angling her for deeper penetration. He thrust harder now, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the empty cafe. Helena’s moans turned to cries, her sex-starved pussy clenching around his cock as he fucked her with increasing intensity.

“Oh God, yes,” she panted, her breasts bouncing with each powerful drive. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard as he pounded into her.

The slow build had given way to a relentless rhythm, his cock slamming into her with force that made her see stars. Helena felt the orgasm cresting, unstoppable now, her body tensing

“I’m coming,” she gasped, and then it hit.

Waves of ecstasy crashing over her, her pussy spasming around him, juices flooding as she screamed his name. It was the most intense release she’d had in decades, her vision blurring, limbs shaking uncontrollably.

Damian didn’t stop, fucking her through it, prolonging the bliss until she was sobbing with overstimulation. He pulled out briefly, flipping her over onto her stomach on the table, her ass in the air.

Pa!

Damian slapped her cheek lightly, then spread her wider, sliding back into her dripping pussy from behind. This angle hit even deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Helena pushed back against him, greedy for more, her body still humming from the first climax.

He gripped her hair, pulling her head back gently as he rammed into her, the pace brutal now. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex. Damain’s free hand reaching around to rub her clit. Helena’s second orgasm built faster, the intensity overwhelming she’d never been fucked like this, never felt so utterly consumed. Her walls milked his cock, and she came again, harder, squirting around him as she wailed.

Damian thrust erratically now, chasing his own release. He pulled out, stroking his cock furiously before spilling hot cum across her ass and back, ropes of it marking her skin., Helena’s body limp and sated in a way it hadn’t been for years.

She stared at Damian with complicated eyes for several seconds before blurting out the question in her mind.

“Can we do this again some other time?”

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