Chapter 160 Accompanying Him in Going Crazy Together

Chapter 160 Accompanying Him in Going Crazy Together

He pushed apart the soft folds, his tongue working deep inside, stirring and thrusting, making wet sounds.

Stella's lower body and the area around Dennis's lips were quickly soaked. Her head spinning, she thought vaguely — whose wetness is this anyway...

"Don't... don't suck like that... stop pulling at me..."

Her voice rose without meaning to. She could clearly picture in her mind how his thin lips were tugging at her, how his tongue was doing its wicked work.

"Relax. You're so tight at the entrance — you're clenching around me again," Dennis mumbled.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Stella felt embarrassed and tried to spread her legs wider.

He was pleasuring her, and she wasn't cooperating. That wasn't right.

Her compliance excited him even more. His tongue moved with tireless intensity.

Stella couldn't hold back any longer. She reached down and pressed the back of his head, wanting him deeper, even deeper.

His nose brushed against her most sensitive spot, and Stella's whole body jerked. She reached her peak in a wave of intense spasms.

Dennis swallowed greedily, then lifted his face and leaned in to kiss her.

He passed the excess fluid to her with his mouth. Stella didn't pull away. They shared a deep kiss that tasted of her own body.

A heady, intoxicating scent hung in the air.

Dennis's hands weren't idle either. He began to play with the fullness of her chest.

The feel of it was wonderful. He kneaded and squeezed, then took one side into his mouth like a greedy child.

He thought about how she was a mother — how these breasts had once been full of the milk of life — and he sucked harder, as if he might actually taste something sweet.

But Stella felt an aching emptiness inside her. She asked in a muddled voice, "I want you... Dennis, please... put it in..."

"Not yet." He was doing it on purpose.

Stella desperately needed something to fill that unbearable emptiness.

Dennis's fingers slid down and pressed into the slick folds, pushing toward the deepest point.

The quick, steady rhythm gave her some relief.

Stella wanted badly to kiss the hardness that had been straining for so long.

But the position made it awkward. She could only work it clumsily with her hand.

A hand was never the same as the real thing.

After Stella begged again and again, her voice cracking, Dennis finally pulled his fingers back. He guided himself to her entrance and drove in hard.

"Mmh!"

Stella let out a satisfied sigh, like a small boat finding harbor. She wrapped her arms tight around Dennis, rolled her hips, and gave herself fully to each thrust.

Someone knocked on the door.

Stella froze in fright, going completely still. She pressed her hand over her mouth and signaled Dennis to stop.

Dennis just glanced lazily toward the bathroom door. Not only did he not stop — he slowed his pace, shifted his angle, and drove in deeper and harder with each deliberate stroke.

Stella didn't dare make a sound. She glared at him furiously, clenching around him to punish his cruel little game.

The sudden tightness hit Dennis hard. A low groan escaped from his throat.

Hearing his voice, Stella felt a mischievous impulse. She leaned close to his ear, her breath warm and soft. "Make more sounds like that. I like it."

Dennis listened as the person at the door walked away. He let out a low laugh, flipped Stella around so her back was to him, and entered her again from behind.

This position let him control the rhythm more easily and move faster.

He thrust steadily while raising his hand to smack her firm backside, the sound sharp and clear.

"Baby, keep squeezing me like that — you're going to make me lose my mind."

Hearing his words, Stella felt no shyness at all. She squeezed even more obediently, feeling him swell and pulse inside her, savoring the sound of his breathing growing ragged and out of control.

The water began to rock violently.

At last, Dennis settled back into the seat and lifted Stella — her legs already weak — onto his lap, letting her straddle him.

Stella clung to his neck, afraid his rough movements would shake her off.

As it turned out, she had nothing to worry about.

She never had a chance to fall.

When everything finally went still, Stella was completely drained, melting against Dennis like warm water.

In the end, she was carried sideways out of the bathtub and back to the bed.

Lying there, only one thought moved through Stella's mind.

This man had lost his mind.

And it seemed she had lost hers right along with him.

Stella had no strength left in her body.

She lay against the pillow catching her breath, her inner thighs aching.

Dennis lay on his side next to her, brushing the damp hair from her face, and kissed her forehead.

"Get some sleep."

Stella closed her eyes and curled into him.

Morning sunlight came through the floor-to-ceiling window and fell across the bed.

Stella turned over and her hand met Dennis's chest.

He was already awake, propped against the headboard, scrolling through news on a tablet with one hand, the other playing with her hair.

"You're up?" Dennis tilted his head down to kiss her.

"Mm." Stella sat up, the covers slipping down. "The studio has a pre-listing meeting today. I need to head in early."

Dennis set the tablet aside. "Let me drive you. Miles can't cause real trouble anymore, but it's still better to be careful."

Stella nodded.

The Hudson Group had completely collapsed. Miles didn't even have a place to stay.

Her life was finally back on track.

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Southside County Jail. The iron door scraped open and slid apart.

Atticus and Irene walked out in wrinkled clothes, squinting against the bright outdoor light.

Allen leaned against a black sedan, watching the father and daughter in front of him.

Getting them out had cost Allen the last of the Palmer family's connections and resources. He had buried the evidence of their embezzlement and some of the criminal charges.

"This is the last time," Allen said, straightening up. "You won't go to prison, but starting today, you have no connection to the Palmer Group whatsoever. I've left you an apartment on the outskirts of the city. Make the best of it."

Irene stared at Allen, her hair disheveled, her eyes shot through with red.

"You think I'm going to thank you?" she said through clenched teeth. "Allen, you teamed up with that bitch Stella to set us up. You took the company, and now you come here playing the good guy?"

"Think whatever you want." Allen pulled the car door open. "You have nothing left. Cause any more trouble, and no one will be able to help you."

The car pulled away, kicking up dust.

Irene stood there trembling.

The apartment on the outskirts was small, with a damp, musty smell in the air.

Irene had barely stepped inside when her stomach turned. She covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom, hunching over the toilet in dry heaves.

Atticus stood in the doorway, pulling a flattened cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

He took a drag and exhaled slowly.

"How many months?" he asked.

Irene stood up and turned on the tap, splashing water on her face.

"Two months." She turned to look at him. "You have to find a way to deal with this. If anyone finds out I'm carrying my own adoptive father's child, my life is over — completely over."

She was his adopted daughter in name only, but she had called Atticus "Dad" for over twenty years.

If this ever came out, she would be destroyed by it.