The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 661

Chapter 661: Chapter 661 Second Round
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WARNING!!!

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

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Hera felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a mix of embarrassment and shyness washing over her.

‘What does he mean, kneel and beg?’ she wondered, frustration swirling inside her like a fire stoked into a blazing furnace.

Her body burned with arousal, her mind clouded with the overwhelming need for release, yet she was at a complete loss.

Slowly, she pushed herself up from the table, her movements hesitant. Luke, still lounging like a king on his throne, watched her intently. His sharp gaze locked onto her every motion, and a wicked smirk played on his lips. His presence radiates an undeniable dominance.

Luke’s still-hard cock stood proudly at attention as he lounged in the chair, exuding an air of dominance and control. His gaze remained locked on Hera, dark and expectant.

“Come here,” he commanded, his voice low and unwavering, a slight twitch in his brow the only indication of his impatience.

Hera took a hesitant step forward, her legs trembling beneath her. Luke had stretched her muscles thoroughly during their earlier intimacy, leaving her body weak and sensitive.

On top of that, her arousal burned so fiercely that every movement sent jolts of pleasure through her, making it harder to stay steady.

Without meaning to, her knees finally gave out, and she collapsed before him. The distance between them had been so short that she landed right at his feet, face-to-face with his stiff length—now twitching, as if in anticipation of what was to come.

Luke’s wicked grin stretched wider. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He exhaled heavily, biting his lower lip before adding, “Now, why don’t you help me clean it up before we go for a second round?”

His nonchalant yet commanding tone sent a fresh wave of heat through Hera’s already overwhelmed body.

The weight of his authority, the way he expected obedience without question—it made her feel as though they were acting out some decadent fantasy, a forbidden scene between a king and his devoted mistress.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. The thrill of it all—of surrendering to his every whim—only heightened the fire pooling deep in her core.

Since she was already on her knees before him, her hesitation melted away. Her mind, fogged with desire, ceased all rational thought, leaving only instinct behind.

She gave in.

Hera slowly reached out, wrapping her fingers around Luke’s cock with a firm grip, drawing a low, guttural grunt from him.

Her breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips hovering just above the tip before flicking her tongue over it, tasting herself on his skin.

The realization sent a rush of heat through her, but what made her shiver even more was the way Luke was watching her—his intense gaze locked onto her every move.

A flush of shyness bloomed in her chest, but she refused to look away. Keeping her eyes on his, she began stroking him, her fingers gliding along his length as her tongue traced teasing circles around the crown of his cock.

Luke’s breath hitched, his grip tightening on the armchair, his muscles tensing as she worked him with deliberate, tantalizing strokes.

The veins on Luke’s arms and neck bulged as he felt every deliberate stroke from Hera, each one sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

His breath caught in his throat, turning into a shaky exhale when she switched up her technique—her hand moving in slow, circular motions as her tongue teased the sensitive tip.

Just as he was getting lost in the sensation, Hera took things further, wrapping her lips around his cock and taking him into her warm mouth.

She moved in a steady rhythm, her hands still working in tandem, twisting in the same circular motion.

The sudden intensity made Luke let out a muffled grunt as his head tilted back, his abdominal muscles tensing in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck! Hera, this feels so good.” His right hand instinctively reached out on Hera’s head as he grabbed a fistful of her hair as he urged her to take him deeper into her throat, making a wet slurping sound reverberate inside the room and soon, Hera was starting to gag as well as Luke was really pushing it, making her take him deeper in her throat.

But as he was being lost in the pleasure, a sudden thought hit him and his eyes darkened as he deep throated Hera a little more forceful as if he was venting his frustration.

Tears welled in Hera’s eyes, turning them red as she struggled to keep her gaze on Luke. She could see the flicker of displeasure in his expression, yet he remained silent.

Her breath hitched, and a sharp strain spread through her jaw, the overwhelming sensation making it feel as if it might give out under the pressure of his size.

“Ugh!” Luke snarled, releasing Hera as a trail of saliva clung to the corner of her lips. She looked up at him, her eyes slightly glazed.

Slowly, he wiped away the remnants with his thumb, his gaze narrowing as he spoke. “Why does it feel like you’re so familiar with this? Have you done this before… with someone else?” His voice was tinged with unmistakable jealousy.

Hera raised an eyebrow. She had, in fact, done this before with Xavier, but seeing how deeply Luke’s jealousy had taken hold, she knew better than to admit it.

Instead, she flashed a teasing smile, using his lap for support as she lifted herself up. Slowly, her hand moved to his chest, tracing slow circles, while the other slid up to his neck. As she settled herself on his lap, her legs straddling his, she leaned in, her gaze locking onto his. “Are you jealous?” she asked, her voice smooth and playful.

Luke didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on Hera as his arms tightened around her slender waist, pulling her closer.

Before Hera could tease him further, Luke claimed her lips with an aggressive kiss, nibbling on them as he deepened the connection. Hera attempted to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming—she couldn’t break free.

His kiss was demanding and possessive, leaving her breathless. He then parted her lips with his tongue, searching for hers, while his other hand expertly guided her hips to press against him and then for her entrance to align on top of his cock.

“Ah!” Hera gasped, but her cry was silenced as Luke claimed her lips in a kiss again, cutting off her words.

He thrust her down against his cock, the sudden wave of pleasure jolting through her body.

She trembled, her senses overwhelmed, but before she could adjust, Luke gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly as he guided her hips up and down with fluid, powerful motions—as if she weighed nothing at all.

Hera clung to Luke’s neck as he lifted her up and down, each thrust deep and purposeful, making her squirm and moan loudly.

She couldn’t escape, though, as Luke held her captive with a passionate, hungry kiss. When he finally pulled away from her lips, Hera leaned back slightly, still gripping his neck. Her eyes fluttered shut, her face tilted upward toward the ceiling, offering Luke a full view of her slender, swan-like neck.