NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 219: Laura Rizalde 3
John’s desire to succumb to Laura’s alluring charms was getting almost intolerable as his arousal throbbed painfully against his pants. His senses were flooded by her touch and aroma, and he realised he wouldn’t last much longer. He caught her by the waist and drew her in, kissing her desperately while he groaned with pleasure and frustration at the same time.
Laura arched her back, moaning into the kiss as she grinded herself against John’s hardness. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve of her supple flesh and his finger sliding in and out of her backdoor, while hers unbuttoned his shirt with practiced ease. Fabric rustled to the floor as their clothes fell away, leaving them both naked and vulnerable. John’s eyes raked over her naked form, unable to believe that this sexy, confident woman was here in his arms.
"I want you," he breathed.
Laura leaned forward, her nipples grazing his bare chest. "Then take me," she murmured, her breath hot on his neck.
She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs and beckoning for him to follow. He climbed between her thighs, his eyes fixed on her glistening folds and he slid his tongue inside her, savouring her sweetness.
She wrapped her legs around his neck, pulling him in closer and his hands wandered to her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples and massaging her supple flesh. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue worked her insides.
"Yes, that’s it, baby," she whimpered.
John freed himself from her grip and rose to his knees, his cock pointing at the ceiling and dripping with precum.
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"Enough foreplay," he growled, his voice low and husky.
He lined his cock up with her slick entrance, but felt Laura’s cool fingers on his chest.
"Wait a second, baby," she purred, her black eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to try something."
John’s body thrummed with need, and he was ready to claim her, but his curiosity was piqued.
"Try what?"
"Something we’ll both enjoy," she replied.
With a devilish smirk, Laura flipped onto her stomach and pushed her plump ass up into the air. She looked over her shoulder, her dark hair falling in waves down her back.
"Like what you see?" She swayed her hips in jest. John’s bulge quivered with eagerness; he was shocked at the change in the once-calm and collected actress. He looked away, knowing full well that something was amiss. But he stopped caring at that precise moment. He could not resist the pull of his lust and hormones towards her.
Furious, he uttered the words "Fuck, Laura," in a raspy voice. "You’re driving me crazy."
"Good," she sighed and continued to arched her back. "Now, come on over here and give me what I want."
"What if I say no?"
"You can’t," Laura smiled. "We’re not leaving this room until I’ve had my fill."
"So what you’re saying is, you want to be fucked," John smirked, his ego growing, and he moved closer, running his hands down her spine.
"If that’s what it takes," Laura’s voice was a low purr as she looked at him over her shoulder.
"Then let’s not waste any time."
Without warning, John gripped her hips and drove himself deep inside her.
"Ohhh," Laura groaned, her voice full with want. "That’s it, baby."
John thrust hard and fast, his hips slapping against her backside and her plump flesh rippling with each impact.
With each thrust, John felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Laura’s moans and whimpers of pleasure only served to spur him on, and he could feel her walls tightening around him. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts.
"Yes, yes, yes," Laura chanted, her voice growing louder with each repetition.
John could feel her body tensing up beneath him, and he knew she was close. He increased his pace, driving himself deeper and harder into her.
"Come for me, Laura," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.
With a loud cry, Laura shattered around him, her orgasm rippling through her body and sending John over the edge. He groaned as he emptied himself inside her, his hips still moving as the last vestiges of his release left him.
They collapsed onto the bed together, their bodies tangled in a sweaty heap. Their breaths were heavy and their hearts were racing.
"That was..." Laura trailed off, not quite able to find the right word.
"Mind-blowing," John finished for her, eliciting a chuckle from Laura.
"Exactly."
As their breathing returned to normal, the two basked in the afterglow.Laura lay on top of him, her plump breasts flattening against his chest, "John, I need your help with something."
"What is it?"
"I need you to accompany me on a supply run."
John sat up and Laura moved away. "Is that it? What’s so special about this supply run?"
"I need to get a lot of stuff. A lot of it, and you have your inventory thingy. I want you to accompany me," Laura replied, nuzzling her cheek against his chest, her hand tracing up and down his abs.
John sighed and ran his fingers through her hair, "Okay. When are we going?"
"Tomorrow."
"Fine," John got off the bed and started putting his clothes on.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to see someone."
Laura rolled her eyes, "Of course you do. It’s always another woman with you, isn’t it?"
Laura’s tone was sharp and accusatory, but her smile belied her words.
The lingering scent of their passionate lovemaking filled the room as John turned and walked away. The faint aroma of her perfume mixed with his musky scent made it a vivid reminder of their time together. He couldn’t help but glance back at the rumpled sheets and tousled pillows. But as he left the room, the smell faded and was replaced by an emptiness that mirrored his heart. Again, he felt that something was amiss, but it was not time yet for John to know.
