The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 631- Wonderful Performance (2)

Reinhardt flashed a grin at her, mirroring how she had denied him release earlier in the office by bringing her to the peak before leaving her yearning for more.

His focus then turned to Eleanor, who was resting her head peacefully on his shoulder.

Having received Gwen's report, he was fully aware of everything that transpired during her travels. He suspected the arrival of those hired mercenaries was no mere coincidence.

Fortunately, he had dispatched Kevin and the others to ensure her safety as escorts.

The scene unfolding on the screen was an improvised addition to the actual events on set. The director found it so compelling that he incorporated it into the narrative.

Reinhardt inhaled the fragrance of her hair and gently grasped her hand.

"I commend your composure after such an ordeal," he stated.

She had been subjected to an attack on stage; the mercenaries' objective was unmistakably her. Yet, despite the assault, she had elected to proceed with filming the movie.

Eleanor nestled closer. After a period of quiet contemplation, she responded. "That's not quite right. I was, in fact, quite frightened. However, your knights were present to safeguard me. And when I reflected on your words to me, all my fears dissipated."

Her sincerity was evident. The affirmations provided by this man were her anchor, keeping her mentally grounded. His very existence had become her formidable strength, the primary impetus that propelled her forward.

She could scarcely fathom the trajectory her life would have taken had their paths not crossed.

"The film turned out exceptionally well," she remarked.

Eleanor offered a nod in agreement.

Observing the intimate moment shared between the two, Melissa couldn't help but pout.

Still affected by her earlier denial, her hand instinctively moved toward Reinhardt's thighs. Within moments, it found the seam of his trousers, traced its length, and then ventured lower, pressing against his noticeable erection.

"So sizable," Boulevard commented aloud, his gaze fixed on a screen depicting a colossal monster in an epic battle.

He remained oblivious to the 'monstrous' rise occurring just rows ahead of him.

Melissa's fingers began working on his zipper. With a soft 'shick,' it was fully undone, liberating his erection entirely.

She glided her fingers along the length of his member, sensing its heat and the rhythmic pulse within her palm. Then, with deliberate slowness, she started to stroke him, moving her hand up and down.

Her actions were skillfully concealed by the shadows cast by the seating area and the subdued lighting.

Reinhardt kept his eyes locked on the screen, relishing the sensation. He was simultaneously engrossed in the film and Melissa’s tender ministrations.

From behind, their interaction might suggest a shared, quiet enjoyment of the movie. However, an observer positioned at the front would discern a vastly different scenario unfolding.

Melissa's hand moved with increasing fervor, pumping him with varying rhythms—sometimes languid and teasing, at other times rapid and insistent. Her thumb circled the head of his cock, spreading the pre-coming moisture.

Reinhardt was not merely a passive recipient. His left hand curved around Melissa’s waist, then gently drifted towards her breasts.

In a fluid motion, his hands slipped beneath her bra, beginning to caress her bare bosom.

He cupped the soft, ample mounds that dwarfed his hands, playfully teasing the hardened peak of her nipple.

Abruptly, the movie screen went dark, and the lights illuminated the room. It was intermission.

Reinhardt and Melissa hastily withdrew their hands.

From behind them, Marquis Boulevard rose from his seat with a sigh. "Thank goodness for the intermission; I desperately need the restroom," he announced, quickly departing his seat.

Perhaps due to the urgency of his need, he failed to notice Reinhardt's hands engrossed in massaging Melissa's breasts or Melissa's own hands passionately stroking Reinhardt's cock.

The instant Marquis Boulevard departed, the atmosphere within the VIP lounge underwent a palpable shift. All pretense of restraint evaporated.

Melissa's hand on Reinhardt's cock became more intense. She leaned in, her voice thick with desire, and whispered into his ear.

"Let me taste you." Without further delay, she slid from her chair.

Under the now ample lighting of the room, Melissa was visible kneeling before Reinhardt. Her crimson dress cascaded around her on the floor.

She bypassed any further preliminaries. Her mouth descended upon him, taking him deep within its hot, wet embrace, her lips creating a seal around his shaft.

The sensation was overwhelming. Melissa's mouth craved his cock, and her tongue swirled around him with an insatiable energy.

The intensity with which she sucked him, to the point where her cheeks hollowed, and the passionate motion of her head, presented a mesmerizing sight.

"Mmnng.. Chuu... Scllok♥..." Lecherous, wet sounds emanated continuously from Melissa’s mouth.

Sensing her skilled ministrations, Reinhardt let out a groan. His now-free hand moved to rest upon her head, guiding and encouraging her deeper.

While performing fellatio, Melissa's free hand began to knead her own breasts.

The sight of her, kneeling before him, his cock sheathed in her mouth, her face flushed with unbridled desire, was utterly electrifying.

Reinhardt seized the woman and hauled her upward. Subsequently, he removed her delicate lace, liberating her full, bare breasts.

Instantly, his mouth fastened onto one of her nipples. He drew intensely, his teeth brushing against the sensitive tip.

"Aahn... Uhnnn... Anng... Lord Reinhardt, you are truly sucking with a bit too much force♥".

Melissa uttered a soft moan, her head tilting backward. She clutched his hair, pressing him against her chest, while her free hand descended to caress his member. She began to stroke his shaft.

The exquisite feeling of Melissa’s breasts, her heartfelt moans, and her hands pleasuring him proved so overwhelmingly wonderful that Reinhardt’s hips began to move involuntarily, pressing into Melissa’s grasp.

The building pressure in his lower abdomen intensified. In short order, he climaxed.

Melissa promptly slid off his lap and brought her mouth nearer.

"Finish inside my mouth". With these words, she engulfed his member entirely.

That was the ultimate catalyst. A brilliant, searing eruption discharged into Melissa’s mouth, completely filling her throat.

Had it been the Melissa of merely a few months prior, she would undoubtedly have gagged at that very moment. However, having performed this act so frequently for him, she had acquired a covert method or two.