NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 228: Best Friends and Lover *R18

John stood on his knees and flipped Stephanie on her back. Stephanie allowed herself to be manhandled, her eyes widened with surprise and anticipation.

"You’re very impatient, John," she whispered.

"I can’t wait anymore," he answered.

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"I know, but you’re being rude," she retorted.

"Maybe. But I have a feeling you like it," John answered.

"Hmmm, I don’t know," she teased, feigning disinterest.

"Then, maybe I should just leave," John said, getting up.

"No," Stephanie whined, reaching for his arm, her eyes wide.

"What’s the matter, Stephanie?" John asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"I want you. I need you," she replied, her voice hoarse with desire.

"That’s nice, but you can’t hog all the fun now, can you? Come here, Dalia."

A smug grin played on Dalia’s lips as she crawled towards John. She looked at Stephanie as if she had just won a game and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Don’t take too long," Stephanie warned.

"Don’t worry. Take off your clothes and wait for me," John said as he began to undress Dalia.

John’s fingers skillfully worked at Dalia’s blouse buttons, revealing her flawless, pale skin. His kisses slid down her neck, making her breath catch as she shuddered with anticipation.

In the meantime, Stephanie had fully exposed her contours by dressing in only her delicate knickers. With closed eyes, she observed John and Dalia examining one another, their hands gliding over smooth skin.

When Dalia’s blouse dropped to the ground, John effortlessly reached for her bra and undid its clasp. The brunette gasped as he sucked one of her nipples in his mouth as her large breasts sprang outward.

Stephanie reached her breaking point. Her body tensed with need, she got up and approached the two. She caressed John’s chest with her fingertips, sensing the muscles rippling beneath.

"My turn," Stephanie whispered, her hand sliding down his stomach and finding his rock-hard erection.

Her eyes gleamed as her hand wrapped around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, watching the pleasure spread across his face.

"Fuck," John hissed.

"Not yet," Stephanie teased.

Stephanie let go of his manhood and turned around, swaying her hips, her beautiful round cheeks on full display.

"I think you should return the favor," Stephanie said, looking at John over her shoulder.

She leaned forward, placing her palms on the bed.

John smiled and placed his hands on her waist, running them up her sides and caressing her curves.

He bent down and kissed her lower back, moving his lips across her soft skin.

Stephanie shivered, her breathing quickening.

John moved his hands to her thighs, squeezing them.

"Mmmm," she moaned, arching her back.

His fingers traced the outline of her panties, slowly slipping underneath them.

"Yes," Stephanie moaned, pushing her hips back.

"No, it’s my turn!" Dalia protested and John chuckled.

"I have an idea. Lay on your back, Stephanie," John said and Stephanie complied, her legs spread wide, eager to see what he was up to.

"So?" She asked, a naughty smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

John moved closer, his hands resting on her knees.

"What are you going to do?" Stephanie whispered, her heart pounding.

John didn’t reply with words. Instead, he spun around and pulled Dalia close to him, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace. He effortlessly placed her on top of Stephanie, their wet folds brushing against each other.

"Oh," Dalia gasped.

"Wow," Stephanie murmured.

"Now, that’s a lovely sight," John commented.

He wrapped his strong hands around Dalia’s slender waist and pulled her close, pressing his throbbing cock between their slick pussies. The heat and wetness of their bodies intensified the friction as he slid back and forth, feeling the slick skin against his pulsing member. Dalia moaned and arched her back, pushing herself against him eagerly.

"Yes," she gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as the pleasure mounted.

"Doesn’t that feel good, Stephanie?" He asked, looking at the woman lying beneath her.

"Oh, yes," she replied, her eyes wide.

"Mmmm, fuck," Dalia gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Come for me," he ordered.

Her body tensed and she threw her head back, letting out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her.

"Fuck," she gasped, collapsing on top of Stephanie.

"Don’t stop, John, please," Stephanie begged.

John smirked and slapped Stephanie’s fold gently with his cock.

"I’m not stopping. I just thought it would be a nice way to make sure you’re both ready for the next round," John answered, his shaft rubbing against her folds.

"Fuck," Stephanie moaned, her body arching upward, craving his touch.

"So, which one of you should I fuck first?" He asked, his cock teasing her.

"Me! I need it!" Stephanie pleaded.

"No, fuck me!" Dalia cried out.

"I have an idea," he said and lined up his cock against Dalia’s wet pussy, and then pushed himself deep inside her, making her gasp and writhe with pleasure.

"How’s that?" He asked, thrusting slowly.

"It feels so good," she moaned.

"What about me?" Stephanie asked, pouting cutely.

John simply smirked, and as he pulled out of Dalia, he activated his Heat Link skill and thrust forward. Stephanie let out a cry of ecstasy, her body writhing with pleasure.

"Holy fuck," she gasped, her eyes rolling back as she came.

"Fuck," Dalia moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

John thrust inside Dalia again, his cock pulsing with pleasure.

"God, you’re so fucking wet," he groaned, feeling the wetness of her pussy.

"What is happening—hnng," Stephanie moaned, her body arching up as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

John thrust deeper, feeling her walls clamp around him.

The sound of flesh against flesh resonated throughout the room as John continued his assault. Their moans filled the air, a melody of pleasure that turned them on even more. John’s thrusts became more fervent, his hips moving with a rhythm that was both primal and instinctual. Dalia’s body moved in time with his, meeting each thrust with one of her own, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

The Heat Link Skill transmitted all of Dalia’s sensation to Stephanie and she could only bite her lips at the strange sensation. She knew John wasn’t touching her, but she could feel the familiar feeling of his massive shaft ravaging her insides.