NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 218: Laura Rizalde 2

Laura, with her curves accentuated by the tight black dress she wore, walked gracefully to the table in the far corner. Every step caused her hips to sway enticingly, a sight that made even seasoned men’s heads turn as they followed her every move.

The dress stuck to her like a second skin, outlining every curve and highlighting her supercilious features, making it clear she was the hottest woman in the room. Her heels clicked against the floor with each step, echoing all over the cafeteria.

She took a seat and crossed one long leg over another, revealing inches of smooth, silky thigh beneath the table - an irresistible vision for any man who dared look away from his food.

John noticed all eyes were on her as he entered the cafeteria; she could feel their gazes like threads of heat trapping her within a web of desire.

John sat down next to her, "what’s this?" He asked, eyeing her up and down.

"Oh this?" She said, gesturing to the black dress she wore. "It’s just something I threw on," she said nonchalantly, trying her best to sound as uninterested as possible.

"So people still dress up, huh? Even in the midst of an apocalypse."

"Well, we’ve got to have our little pleasures, right? Besides, you never know when the next handsome stranger might come along and sweep you off your feet," Laura replied coyly.

John scoffed, "that’ll be the day."

"Why not?" Laura asked, arching an eyebrow. "I mean, look at me. I’m hot. You’re hot. I’m sure you’d have no trouble finding someone who’d be more than willing to jump into bed with you."

"Sure, but I don’t think a fancy dress is needed."

"Hey, it’s the apocalypse. You’ve got to dress to impress," Laura smirked.

John shrugged and began eating, "well, you look great."

Laura rolled her eyes, "thanks, I guess."

"Anyway," Laura stood up, "Come to my room tonight," she said, walking away, but not before glancing back at John with a playful smirk.

John found himself entranced by Laura’s mesmerising hip swing as she walked away. Any man would go crazy seeing her legs, which seemed to go on forever, and the way her clothing hugged every curve of her plump ass. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to turn away from her as she vanished into the crowd.

The rest of the day, John found himself distracted by thoughts of Laura. Her inviting smile, those bedroom eyes that seemed to see right through him, and her body... Oh, her body! He wasn’t one to dwell, even when it came to women, but there was something about Laura.

After dinner, John headed to her room because he could take it no longer. The door opened with a moan and John saw the flickering candles in the corners. Laura lay on the bed, naked save for her underwear, her contours emphasised by the candle’s gentle radiance. Her cleavage was lustrous and protruded beyond the lace of her bra. John took a deep breath, his throat going abruptly dry. He stepped inside and locked the door behind him, and she gave him a sultry look.

"I’ve been waiting for you," she purred, patting the space next to her on the bed. "I hope you’re here to have some... fun." Her voice dripped with suggestiveness, leaving no doubt in John’s mind as to what she had in mind.

John tried to maintain his cool facade despite his racing heart. "Laura," he began hoarsely, "I thought it was something serious."

"Are you really going to keep playing hard-to-get?" Laura said. "You can’t tell me you’re not interested." She ran a hand down her body, tracing the outline of her ample bosom.

Staring at the seductive image in front of him, John’s jaw almost fell to the floor. Laura curled up on the bed like a seductive goddess, playing with the lace on her bra with her fingertips. In response, he felt his pants tighten, revealing his arousal. He drew his breath shakily and moved towards the bed, his gaze fixed on her delicious shape.

"Laura," he managed to rasp out, "I... I don’t know what to say."

John was taken aback by the intensity of her gaze as she looked at him with pure desire. Laura’s assertiveness and confidence was a new experience, but there was something else clouding his thoughts. She slid her fingers underneath her panties, her lips parting slightly, and he watched her touch herself while looking into his eyes.

"Don’t," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Just come here and make love to me."

John swallowed hard. The sight of Laura laying on the bed, touching herself and pleading for his attention was intoxicating, and it made his head spin. He wanted her.

"I can’t," he finally managed to say. "I don’t think we should..."

There was something yelling at him, not to do it. It was as if he had forgotten something very important that was constantly in the back of his mind.

"But, you want this, don’t you?" Laura asked, her voice laced with desire.

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Her fingers continued to trace patterns across her flesh, and her bra slipped lower, revealing the fullness of her breasts. John couldn’t help but stare, every movement and tease sent a thrill straight to his bulge.

"I..." John trailed off, his throat constricting and Laura stood up, her breasts bouncing as she sauntered over to him. She placed her hands on his chest, the heat of her palms sending shivers through his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn’t it obvious?" she murmured, her fingers slowly sliding down his torso, towards his belt buckle.

John felt her hot breath on his skin, her fingers dancing over his body, and he found himself powerless to resist.

Laura’s lips met John’s neck, and she traced her tongue along his jawline. "You’re so tense," she purred, her fingers still dancing across his body. "Let me help you relax."

She pulled away and reached for his hand, guiding it to her backside. She grabbed his index finger and pressed it against her tight pucker.

With great care, she pushed his finger inside, and her ass stretched around him.

"Fuck," she moaned. "Right there, baby, yes."