Chapter 76: CCTV

Tom was still hard.

Even after finishing across her face, the Iron Rod Pill left him thick, throbbing and aching, the kind of hardness that did not fade just because he had already cum.

He looked down at Stella on her knees, seeing her cheeks marked, messy hair, shiny lips shiny... the sight only made the need worse.

He reached down and pulled her up.

Stella rose with a startled breath, still catching up, the oversized shirt slipping further off her shoulder. Tom turned her around before she could fully steady herself and pushed her toward the low table by the wall. One of her hands landed on it for balance. He lifted her right leg high and hooked it over his arm, forcing her open and off balance. The position left her half standing, half folded, with almost no strength in the angle.

"Tom-" she called out but he had pushed into her in one thrust.

"Fuck!" Stella cried out. The stretch was sudden and deep. In that position she could not close her legs or control how far he went. Tom held her raised leg firmly and gripped her hip with his other hand, then started fucking her hard.

Stella’s supporting leg trembled almost immediately. Her fingers pressed hard against the bench as he drove into her again and again at that helpless angle.

"You’re too deep," she gasped.

"I know. And I also know you can take it deeper." he muttered in a husky voice. Stella didn’t dispute that. He was right.

And knowing he was absolutely right, he did not slow down.

After a few minutes of the deep fuck, her first orgasm hit her fast. Her cunt clamped tight around him and a broken sound left her throat. Her raised leg shook hard in his hold but Tom kept her in place and kept thrusting through it, forcing her body to take him while she came.

"Wa..." She tried to say wait but the word fell apart halfway.

He adjusted his grip, pushed her leg higher, and fucked her harder.

Stella’s second climax came messier than the first. Her whole body jerked in his arms, and the tremor in her legs grew worse. The shirt had slipped off one shoulder completely. She was creaming now and that made every stroke sounded filthy in the quiet room. Her forehead dropped forward, her mouth open, her breath broken.

"I can’t-" she started.

Tom felt the change in her before she finished speaking. Her stomach tightened, her cunt pulsed hard around his cock, and then she squirted with a choked cry.

The release spilled down her thigh and over him in hot, messy bursts while he kept moving inside her. Stella shook violently in his hold, overwhelmed, barely able to stand as another pulse followed the first.

Tom groaned at the feel of it, but he still did not finish. The pill kept him hard and hungry.

When her legs started to give out completely, he pulled out, caught her around the waist, and guided her back toward the bed in the room. Stella fell onto it with a breathless sound, hair messy across the sheets, the oversized shirt tangled around her waist.

"You really came prepared..." Stella muttered amidst heavy breathing. In response, Tom threw her a lazy smile.

Then he followed her down, pushed her thighs wide open with his hands, and held them there. The position left her fully exposed under him, with no way to close up or reduce the depth. He looked down at her for a second, registering the flushed face, wet thighs, still trembling posture, and that made him proud. He had made her like that.

"I bet he has ever made her like this..." The thought filled his head and even the still moral part of him couldn’t stop the thought.

Then hee pushed back into her in one long stroke.

Stella arched with a broken moan.

This angle was different. Deeper in a cleaner way. Tom braced over her and started thrusting hard again, steady and heavy, watching her take every stroke with her legs forced wide under his hands. The bed moved beneath them. Stella grabbed at the sheets, then at his arms, her voice coming out in short, ruined sounds each time he buried himself inside her.

"Tom... it’s too much..."

"You can take it. I know you can."

He kept going, not waiting for her response.

Her body was already oversensitive from the earlier orgasms, and the wide-open position left her with nowhere to hide from the pleasure. Every thrust dragged another shake out of her thighs. Her cunt kept clenching around him in helpless pulses, wet enough that the sound of their bodies meeting filled the room without shame.

Stella’s head tipped back against the bed, her mouth left hanging open, her eyes half-unfocused as he fucked her through the overstimulation instead of giving her time to recover.

Tom’s control finally started to fray.

The sight of her under him with her legs spread wide, face still marked from earlier, pushed him toward the edge hard and fast. He drove into her deeper, rhythm turning rougher, and when the climax hit him it tore through his gut with heavy force. He buried himself to the hilt and came inside her with a rough sound, his cock pulsing hard as he emptied himself deep while her legs continued to tremble in his hold.

For a moment neither of them moved.

Tom stayed over her, breathing hard, still buried inside her as the last pulses faded. Stella lay under him with her thighs open and shaking, thoroughly used and still trying to catch her breath.

"I’m glad you didn’t stop when I said it was too much." Stella mumbled under her breath.

A chuckle escaped Tom’s mouth. Stella chuckled too.

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While Tom and Stella were having quite the evening, across the city, the private wine room was still filled with excited conversation and the soft clink of glasses.

Adrian sat among his friends, only half listening as Richard Langford spoke about council votes and Victor Hale answered with the smooth confidence of a man used to City Hall rooms. The evening should have been useful. Instead, restlessness kept pulling at him.

Out of habit more than true suspicion, he unlocked his phone and opened the camera app linked to Stella’s building. He had done it before on quiet nights, the same way some men checked the weather. A quick glance, nothing more.

He had installed the CCTV without her knowing, putting it under the spoken intention that it was to ensure she was safe while the unspoken intention remained unspoken... He knew she was wild.

He rewound the entrance feed a few minutes out of instincts and he saw what was going to shake his world;

A familiar man in an unimpressive outfit stepped out of the elevator, walked straight to the entrance of Stella’s place and pressed the button.

Adrian’s thumb paused when the door opened.

Stella stood there herself.

No housekeeper between them. She looked surprised for only a second. Then the man kissed her. After a short exchange, she took his hand and pulled him inside.

"What the hell?" His eyes widened.

Around the table, Marcus Ellison said something that made Julian Crowe laugh under his breath but Adrian did not hear the words clearly.

He peered at the small screen in his hand again, not wanting to believe that the entrance door of his fiancée’s penthouse just closed behind Tom Harlow.

The same Tom Harlow?