The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 626- Enjoying Melissa & Boulevard’s Arrival (2)

Melissa quickened her pace, her strokes growing more deliberate and forceful. Her free hand moved to cup his testicles, gently rolling them in her palm, a twofold stimulation that sent electric currents surging through his nerves.

She then leaned forward, her lips, soft and moist, lightly kissing the tip of his penis. With a distinct smooch, she passionately embraced it with her mouth.

Her lips parted, and she took him inside.

The feeling was incredibly intense. Melissa's mouth was hot, wet, and expertly utilized. She didn't merely suck; she engulfed his entire length.

He could discern the contours of her throat, her tongue dancing along his shaft, circling the glans, and tracing his most sensitive areas.

She used her lips to create a tight, exquisite pressure, then released it, teasing him with brief, shallow draws before plunging deep once more.

Reinhardt’s head lolled back against the chair, his eyes shutting. In that instant, his shoulders relaxed, and he felt a profound sense of relief.

Melissa had become quite adept at performing oral favors. Admittedly, she hadn't been skilled from the start. However, as she spent more time with him, she absorbed several techniques by observing the other women.

Furthermore, her own desire to excel in this aspect fueled her efforts, ensuring she wouldn't lag behind the other women.

A potent rivalry simmered amongst his women concerning him.

Melissa took him to the depths of her throat, her throat accommodating his length without faltering. This was an accomplishment resulting from months of dedicated practice.

She drew him deep into her throat before pulling back, her lips gliding along his shaft with an exquisite friction.

Of course, her hands remained active; one continued to stroke the base while the other massaged his testicles, keeping him fully engaged and reveling in the act.

Scllp... Sclook..... Mmff...

After several minutes of this intense pleasure, Melissa drew back. Her lips still glistened with her saliva and his pre-ejaculate.

She gazed up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, and exhaled deeply, her breath seeming to penetrate his very being.

"Not enough. I desire to feel you more."

With that said, she rose and, with an elegant shrug, allowed her jacket to slide from her shoulders.

Melissa unbuttoned her jacket, unveiling the bare, opulent curves of her breasts. She wore no bra beneath.

It wasn't his imagination; he had indeed glimpsed her areolas earlier.

If he had received a preview before, he was now being treated to the full spectacle.

Melissa's rosy nipples, already firm and expectant, pressed against his chest, then against his face. The warmth, the subtle fragrance of her skin, the gentle friction—it was so delightful that Reinhardt felt an overpowering urge to immediately grasp her breasts and caress them.

"Allow me to assist you. My Lord should simply relax and savor this."

As if sensing his thoughts, she guided his head toward her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle with fervent intensity. His hand moved instinctively, rising to knead her other breast.

"Anng... Ahhn... Uhhnn... yes, suck just like that."

Melissa moaned, emitting sounds of pure ecstasy.

After granting him a taste of his desire, she shifted her position. Bending down, her breasts enveloped his penis.

When these mounds came together, they formed a soft, divine channel of flesh around his shaft, so sublime that he could happily remain immersed in it indefinitely.

Melissa began to move, sliding her breasts up and down his penis. This heavenly 'titjob' provided a maddeningly exquisite friction that was both gentle and overwhelming.

Her nipples also brushed against him, introducing sharp, distinct sensations.

Reinhardt groaned, experiencing the delightful sensation of her breasts against his penis.

"Melissa..."

"Just feel, allow me to take your mind away."

Her voice at this moment was incredibly mellow, capable of melting one's very essence.

She continued the 'titjob,' sometimes accelerating her movements, other times proceeding with sensuous slowness.

She varied the pressure, at times firm and encompassing, at others lighter, letting her breasts glide over him with a teasing softness.

Throughout this entire duration, her gaze remained fixed on his. Reinhardt, in turn, watched her actions intently. It was their profound, intimate connection that bound them together.

Melissa observed every subtle reaction that graced his handsome face and found immense pleasure in it.

Soon, Reinhardt reached the precipice of his climax, a throbbing, desperate need building within his abdomen like an erupting volcano.

He was close, so very close.

But at this critical moment, Melissa withdrew.

"Not here; let's proceed to your private chamber." She bestowed upon him a suggestive smile.

Then, without hesitation, she stood and led the way.

Reinhardt, fighting back his urgent need for release, followed her, his trousers still unfastened and his erection prominently displayed.

She guided him toward a section of the wall adorned with bookshelves.

To any casual observer, it appeared as a mere wall. However, both of them were privy to its secret.

She pressed a concealed panel, and an instant later, a portion of the shelving swung inward, revealing a narrow, dimly illuminated passage.

The secluded passage unveiled the hidden chamber. This was a personal sanctuary within his study, a secret shared solely between him and his beloved women.

What purpose did it serve? It was reserved for their private rendezvous... or more plainly put, for passionate encounters.

There always existed the possibility of an unexpected interruption during their moments of intimacy. Indeed, on several occasions, others had indeed stumbled upon them.

Fortunately, those who entered were always his women, rendering the situation inconsequential.

Yet, within this clandestine space, no one could possibly intrude upon their time together.

Melissa guided him into the room. It was compact, centered around a generously sized, velvety couch, with several gentle lamps bathing the area in a rosy ambiance, perfectly crafting the desired mood.

Once inside, she pressed herself against him.

"Now... you may cast all your worries aside." Her breath whispered against his chest.

With the woman's intense allure captivating him and his own pent-up desire yearning for release, Reinhardt ultimately surrendered, beginning to passionately embrace the stunning beauty.

He encircled her with his arms, effortlessly hoisting her up into his embrace, carrying her like a princess.