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NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 216: Adulterous Celeste 3 *R18
John looked down at Celeste’s thick ass rippling against his pelvis, the supple flesh jiggling like pudding.
His hands grabbed her wide hips and he spanked her hard, sending ripples across the smooth flesh and Celeste bit her lips to stop the moan that almost left her.
"Uhh," she grunted and leaned her head against the bathroom wall.
"I’ve got to get back to work, honey. I’ll see you later," Matt said, sounding apologetic.
"Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. I’m going to lie down and have a nap," Celeste replied and bucked her hips to John’s rhythm, eager to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy once more.
"Good. Have a nice rest, dear," Matt replied and walked out of their dormitory.
’He is so oblivious. He doesn’t realise his girlfriend is getting her brains fucked out right now,’ John thought, and the idea of getting caught just added to his arousal, making his cock throb inside Celeste.
"So? How was it? Did you enjoy getting fucked in front of your boyfriend?" John teased and slammed his hips forward, sending his cock deep inside Celeste, his heavy balls slapping against her clit.
"Ah, ah, ahhh," Celeste cried out louder than ever. Her lips curled into a manic smile as she was finally able to let it all out and enjoy the immense pleasure of John’s dick stretching and filling her to the brim.
"Ah, ahhh, h-he’ll be back, ahhh, y-you should, ahhh, hmmm," Celeste’s sentence was cut off as he pinned her against the wall, one of his hands playing with her clit and the other massaging her supple breast.
"H-he might," Celeste moaned as John’s cock twisted inside her, grazing her sensitive spots.
"Then we better make this quick," he smirked and powered his hips forward, slamming her against the wall with all his might.
Her moans were muffled by John’s hand as he roughly fucked her, planting his seed deep inside her womb.
"Ahhh! N-no more," she tried to say but John didn’t listen. He was beyond reason now.
"Aaarrgh, ahh!" he shouted as his climax hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Ahhhh," Celeste moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head as she came again. Her inner muscled clenched around his cock, milking every last drop out of him.
Her legs turned to jelly and her breaths came out in ragged gasps, her face flushed red with exertion, but she was still grinning.
Her vision was blurry and all she could think about was how good it felt to have his cock buried deep within her pussy.
"Ahhh."
As her senses came back to her, she realised what she had done. The balance of guilt and pleasure in her core had tipped to the former’s side. She looked at a picture on the wall, it depicted her and Matt in happier times when they were still young and the essence of their love was still fresh, but she had betrayed the image, her boyfriend, her relationship, and worst of all, herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted as John spoke again, "We’re not done yet," and she let out a moan, feeling her insides being stirred up by John’s shaft.
"I’m still going to keep going."
She heard his husky voice, but couldn’t muster up the energy to respond. What was worse, the pleasure she felt was stronger than ever and she could tell her body was loving it, but the part of her that was rational and still sane wanted to stop him.
"Ahh," she moaned when he thrust deep and slow, drawing a cry from her lips.
"Ha, you like that? You’re such a whore, Celeste." John growled in her ear as he fucked her relentlessly, and she couldn’t deny it anymore. She was a whore. A whore for the pleasure John was giving her; a whore for the way his cock felt inside her; a whore for betraying Matt’s trust. But she didn’t care anymore.
As John’s words echoed in her ear, Celeste felt a shudder run down her spine. She knew he was right; she had become a whore, willingly giving herself over to the carnal desires that he stirred within her. But even as she acknowledged this truth, she couldn’t bring herself to care. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, and she found herself lost in the throes of ecstasy once again.
John’s thrusts grew harder, more urgent, and Celeste could feel herself being pushed to the brink. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back as she felt herself on the precipice of yet another orgasm. And then, with a cry that was half-pleasure, half-pain, she came again, her body shuddering and convulsing as John continued to pound into her.
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But even as Celeste rode out her orgasm, John showed no sign of slowing down, his cock continuing to piston in and out of her with a fury that she could barely comprehend. She felt herself on the verge of passing out, her body aching and exhausted, but she held on, her own lust driving her to seek out the release that she so desperately craved.
Her eyes were now a pool of white, rolling over into the back of her skull and her tongue was sticking out in an obscene display of euphoric bliss.
John’s thrusts slowed as Celeste came down from her high, her body still trembling with aftershocks. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used. She opened her eyes, looking up at him with a mixture of guilt and satisfaction.
"You’re amazing," John said, his voice filled with awe. He reached down, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Celeste’s face. "That was incredible."
Celeste didn’t respond. She couldn’t. She felt dirty, used, and ashamed. She had betrayed Matt’s trust, and for what? A few moments of pleasure?
John was still looking at her with a mixture of awe and lust, but Celeste couldn’t meet his gaze. She turned away, tears streaming down her face as the weight of what she’d done crashed down on her. She’d given in to her carnal desires and betrayed the person she loved most. What was worse, she’d enjoyed it, no she’d loved it and she could tell she was too far gone; she would not be able to abandon this pleasure.