The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Chapter 644 Office Romance
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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!

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“Strawberry,” Xavier murmured, his voice low and teasing as he looked up at her flushed face.

“Do you want me to add a third finger?” His question made Hera’s face flush an even deeper shade of red, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came.

She couldn’t bring herself to say whether she wanted it or not, her hesitation betraying the war between her mind and body.

“Xavier! Stop teasing me,” Hera whined breathlessly, her gaze locked onto his.

Her flushed face and pleading tone made her look like a temptress, begging for more, which only fueled the glint of desire in Xavier’s eyes.

His earlier frustration and jealousy melted away, replaced by satisfaction as he realized she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Without hesitation, Xavier dove back in, his tongue working her clit with newfound intensity, the pace faster and more relentless than before.

Hera’s breaths came in short, shaky gasps as the sensation overwhelmed her, her body trembling under his touch.

True to his word, Xavier slipped a third finger inside her, filling her completely.

The added pressure sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and her remaining strength faltered.

The leg keeping her upright began to tremble uncontrollably, threatening to give out entirely as she gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, barely able to stand under the intoxicating sensation.

Xavier thrust his fingers fast and deliberate, angling them expertly to reach Hera’s G-spot with a precise, curling motion.

The sensation was electrifying, and Hera’s thighs instinctively tightened, almost trapping Xavier’s face between them.

Her body betrayed her completely—she couldn’t form coherent words, and her vision blurred as her eyes fluttered shut, no longer able to focus on the door she so desperately wanted to watch to ensure they weren’t caught.

The mounting pleasure consumed her, building in her core like a tidal wave she couldn’t hold back.

Xavier, ever relentless, slipped her panties off one leg, letting them dangle briefly from her left foot before they fell forgotten to the floor.

Hera barely noticed; she was too lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her breath hitched, her hands holding herself using the glass window for support as she felt the crescendo of her climax drawing closer, ready to overtake her completely.

The room echoed with Hera’s breathless, muffled moans and the unmistakable, wet sounds of Xavier’s tongue teasing her sensitive clit and folds, while his fingers moved relentlessly inside her.

The sensual symphony of sounds filled the air, drowning out every rational thought Hera clung to.

When Xavier felt her inner walls begin to clench tightly around his fingers, as if trying to draw him deeper, he knew she was teetering on the edge of release.

Smirking against her trembling skin, he quickened his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out with deliberate urgency.

Simultaneously, he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking it mercilessly.

The heightened intensity sent Hera spiraling, her moans growing louder despite her best efforts to contain them.

The pleasure was unbearable, consuming her entirely as Xavier expertly worked her body, pushing her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

She was utterly at his mercy, her body trembling as he drove her wild.

“Cumming!” Hera gasped through gritted teeth, her voice shaky and breathless as her head spun, her thoughts muddled into a hazy fog of pleasure.

She could no longer think straight, completely overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

Xavier, unrelenting, continued flicking her clit with his tongue while his fingers curled inside her, hitting her G-spot with precision.

The intense combination drove Hera over the edge, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Her legs turned to jelly, trembling uncontrollably beneath her. Just as she felt herself about to collapse, Xavier steadied her, his strong arms guiding her to lean against the glass table for support.

Hera clung to the edge of the table, her flushed face reflecting in the monitor screen, her dazed eyes unable to focus on anything but the lingering sensations.

She struggled to catch her breath, barely able to stand as her body trembled in the aftermath.

Xavier stood beside her, watching her intently, his gaze dark and heated.

Her crumpled skirt offered only the slightest coverage to her front, while from behind, his fingers remained buried within her folds.

He moved them slowly, deliberately, the slick, wet sounds echoing in the room.

The teasing motion sent fresh waves of arousal through Hera’s overstimulated body, making her shiver.

She could feel the tension rebuilding, her body betraying her once more, and it struck her that she might cum a second time if Xavier continued.

Xavier’s lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched every reaction play out on her face, savoring the way she unraveled under his touch.

“Xavier…” Hera whispered breathlessly, her voice barely audible as her gaze involuntarily dropped to the prominent bulge in his pants, the outline of his hard cock unmistakable.

Her pulse quickened, knowing that he desired her as much as she did him. The tension in the room thickened, charged with an unspoken hunger that neither seemed willing to resist.

But just as the moment seemed to tip over into irresistible temptation, the sound of the door opening shattered the spell.

Xavier reacted immediately, his movements calm and composed despite the situation. He swiftly tugged Hera’s skirt back into place, masking any trace of their earlier indiscretions.

Hera, on the other hand, froze in place, her body stiff and her eyes wide with panic. She stared at the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she met the assistant’s gaze.

Without missing a beat, Xavier slipped seamlessly into a facade of concern.

Placing a steady hand on Hera’s shoulder, he leaned closer, his tone calm and soothing as he pretended to comfort her.

To anyone watching, it would seem like nothing was amiss—just a colleague comforting his co-worker.

The assistant hesitated for a moment, clearly sensing some tension in the air but ultimately dismissing it as he walked further into the room.

Hera’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Xavier remained as collected as ever, his quick thinking saving them from exposure.

“Are you feeling better now? You really shouldn’t have overworked yourself,” Xavier said, his voice filled with concern, and his expression mirrored his worry.

As he turned to check around, his gaze landed on her panty lying on the floor, and he nearly choked on his own breath.

Slowly, he crouched down, just as the assistant approached them.

He slipped the panty into his pocket and casually bent down to tie his shoe, just as the assistant arrived, standing before them to check on Hera.

“Young Miss, you look pale and you’re sweating. How are you feeling? Should I fetch some medicine for you, or perhaps bring you something for dinner?”

He pulled out his phone and added, “It must be from overworking. Since it’s already dinner time, I’ll order something for you to eat first.”

He quickly made the call to order a light, easy-to-digest meal before heading off to get her some medicine.

Hera let out a sigh of relief, but then her gaze met Xavier’s. He was watching her, a teasing grin playing on his lips.