Chapter 159 Passionate Sex

Chapter 159 Passionate Sex

Dennis looked at her with a puzzled expression and was about to say no. "You won't like it, and it's not really—"

Stella didn't give him the chance to finish. She grabbed his already rock-hard cock.

Just a couple of strokes, and Dennis let out a low, muffled groan he couldn't hold back.

Stella smiled, pleased with herself, and leaned in to smell him.

No bad smell at all. Just a strong, raw masculine scent that she found herself unexpectedly drawn to.

The thought flashed through her mind. She stuck out her tongue and gave the tip of his cock a tentative lick.

"Fuck!" A short, sharp curse escaped him.

His reaction made her bolder. She opened her mouth and took him in as deep as she could, still wanting more.

"You little devil!" Dennis pulled back sharply, gave her round ass a firm smack, then squeezed hard. "You almost made me come!"

He shifted position and started sucking hard on her clit.

His tongue worked in and out of her, and her body arched on its own. Dennis pinned her hips down and wouldn't let her move an inch.

Stella could only whimper and moan, working harder on his cock with her mouth.

His cock, already intimidatingly large, swelled even more inside her mouth, making it a real struggle to keep going.

Dennis moved faster and faster below, and Stella trembled all over with pleasure.

She finally couldn't take it anymore. She pushed at his head desperately, barely able to get the words out. "Move—I'm gonna—I'm coming!"

Dennis didn't budge. Instead, he opened his mouth wider and swallowed every drop that poured out of her, then kept licking until she had nothing left and collapsed limp onto the bed.

Stella lay there, her whole body weak and tingling. She looked at Dennis, still very much ready to go, and felt a stubborn flicker of pride.

The next second, his cock—wet with her saliva—pushed against her entrance, still sensitive from her orgasm, and drove in hard.

The emptiness inside her was instantly filled to the brim. The overwhelming fullness wiped her mind blank.

Then came the pounding—fast, hard, relentless.

Dennis had turned completely primal. He pressed down on her, both hands gripping her breasts, his cock driving in and out without mercy.

Nothing like the gentle foreplay from before. He was a completely different person.

All he knew right now was the softness in his hands, and he gave everything he had with every thrust, wanting to bury himself as deep as possible.

He kept muttering under his breath—Stella was going to be the death of him, this felt so damn good.

Stella heard his dirty talk and curled her toes, so far gone she could barely see straight.

What she didn't know was that Dennis was staring hard at where they were joined, feeling a strange, ridiculous frustration.

Damn it. Wish he wasn't so long—he was already hitting bottom, and there was still a stretch of him left outside. What was the point of that extra length if it couldn't even fit?

With that thought, he grabbed her waist and drove into her even harder.

"Wait—I'm coming again, I'm—I'm gonna come—" Stella wrapped her legs tight around his waist to warn him.

Dennis leaned down and pulled her close, his burning lips pressed against her ear, his voice rough and low. "Let's come together."

Stella threw her arms around his sweat-slicked back. In the peak of that shuddering wave, she felt a rush of heat pour into the deepest part of her.

They collapsed onto the bed together, both breathing hard.

Stella felt something trickling out and tried to move, but Dennis held her firmly in place.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, nuzzling her, his voice lazy and carrying a hint of a dangerous smile.

"We're not done yet, baby."

"This is just the beginning."

Dennis leaned close, his warm breath spilling over her ear, his voice low and coaxing. "How about we move to the bathroom?"

The tips of Stella's ears went red instantly.

"The bathroom? Standing up, or—what if we slip?" A jumble of images flashed through her mind, caught between wanting it and dreading it.

Dennis laughed softly, the vibration carrying through where their bodies touched. He was already steering her toward the door with an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't worry. I won't let you fall."

He said it like it was a given. Stella didn't argue.

They'd been together before, but only ever in bed. This was new territory.

The walk to the bathroom was short. The air still carried the faint scent of the hotel's expensive diffuser.

Dennis led her to the bathroom door.

She frowned. "When did you get a bathtub installed?"

Dennis held the door open for her with a small, knowing smile in his eyes.

"After the first time we slept together. Had someone ordered it right after."

The words hit her like a thunderclap.

He had it put in specifically for... this?

Her heart lurched. Her face burned. She couldn't bring herself to look at him and climbed into the tub first.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind them.

Dennis followed, and before she'd even settled, he had her ankle in his hand.

His palm was warm and dry, sliding up along the smooth skin of her calf, leaving a trail of tiny shivers in its wake.

The sensation made Stella scramble toward the far end of the tub in a panic—not that there was anywhere to go.

"Relax." His voice came from behind her, steady and reassuring. "I put soundproofing on the walls. No one can hear a thing outside."

Even as he said it, his fingers had already hooked aside her folds.

When he saw what was there—still wet with what he'd left inside her—a low, satisfied sound escaped his throat. And with a wicked streak, he held it up where she could see.

"Looks like my baby's already excited. Couldn't even wait."

Stella covered her eyes in embarrassment, her voice soft and urgent. "Please stop talking. Just fuck me."

Dennis stopped teasing. He pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist.

The most private part of her lay completely exposed in the dim light. He said with genuine feeling, "You're beautiful."

Stella was so nervous her toes curled. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on. "Just put it in."

"Easy."

He slipped free of her grip without effort and knelt between her legs.

The next second, something warm and slick made contact.

He was actually—

Stella went rigid, then a jolt stronger than anything before shot through her entire body.

His tongue traced along her folds with careful attention, his teeth grazing her clit with just the right amount of pressure.

Just when the sensation was about to wipe her mind completely blank, his tongue pushed deeper.

"Mmm..."

Stella clenched her thighs and twisted her hips, trying to pull away. But in this small space, every bit of her struggling only looked like an invitation.