NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 138: A Little Taste 2

John traced circles on her cheek with this thumb and she closed her eyes, purring at his touch. His mind conjured ways to approach and seduce her. Her petite figure and slightly bent-over pose were a temptation to any man.

John smiled and slid his hand along the smooth skin of her back, just above the skirt line, and grazed his fingers through her beautiful hair. Her small stature compared to his muscular physique was endearing.

Dalia melted in his arms, purring as her breasts and thighs were enveloped in his warmth. Her skirt rode up, exposing her round and firm ass. She had a tiny waist, and John caressed her perfect hourglass figure.

"Is your curiosity satisfied? Should we call it a night and go to bed?" He asked teasingly and felt his control fraying and he gripped the edge of her skirt and began raising her skirt with a playful expression.

"You know, sometimes, curiosity is a bad thing," he chuckled and pulled up the skirt, revealing her flawless skin. Dalia was completely unaware of what he was doing as she enjoyed his hug. John lowered his gaze to the perfect curves of her ass and pulled up his hand, grinning with a manic gaze in his eyes.

She arched her head as his right hand caressed the cheek of her ass, while his left hand massaged her lower back. He began groping the flawless flesh of her butt with reckless abandon.

The exquisite meaty globes were not only soft, they also were taut. She yelped as he groped, but he smacked her cheeks twice and placed two of his fingers on her lips.

Her pupils shook like a cornered animal and Dalia could barely hold on, her small petite hands grasped his wrist and her lips parted slightly and her tongue slithered along his fingers as her other free hand wrapped around his arm.

The muscles strained and bulged underneath his skin, while his hands continued fondling her perfect, round globes, her ass bounced and jiggled as he relentlessly played with her butt.

Dalia was in a state of shock, bliss and slight panic. She was stuck in a mix of pleasure, while the innocent and naive girl that she was, thought they would only touch.

"Don’t look," she begged in a soft whisper while trembling as John continued squeezing her soft and flawless mounds and then using his nails to pinch them lightly, causing the petite girl to mewl, almost moan, as the mixture of pleasure and pain brought by his treatment overwhelmed her and left her breathing ragged and uneven.

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It didn’t help either that his rough and calloused skin, the evidence of someone who worked with his hands, was like a weapon of torture. To Dalia, the texture of his skin alone was enough to send her reeling into a pit of desire. She never knew someone’s hands could have so many different feelings when exploring her ass.

She lost her train of thought as John pressed his fingers on her soft lips. She could feel something as she parted her lips and his rough thumb caressed her.

"Dalia..." A shiver traveled along her spine at the sound of his voice. She shook her head, begging him with her eyes to let go. "There is something..." His voice sent jolts of electricity through her nerves and he leaned forward. "Something I want to tell you."

"Hmhmm?" Dalia moaned, confused as his warm breath brushed against the base of her neck, sending her into overdrive and setting her blood on fire.

She clenched and her butt tingled at the touch, and Dalia felt her thighs getting moist and damp as something primal took hold of her.

Her vision cleared, and a gasp escaped her throat when John parted her ass with his fingers.

"More... please," she begged, pushing her whole body against his hand, wishing he would take her right then and there.

Dalia could barely speak and her body shook like an earthquake when John inserted his fingers in. His cool fingers sent a thrill through her as they explored her ass, leaving behind a foreign feel and slight pleasure with every pull and thrust.

A sharp spank landed on her rear, and she shivered at the momentary pain as it blended into pleasure.

John was focused on Dalia, but he knew Julian was close and he could hear the occasional sound coming from close by. Just then, the system’s notification chimed and his Critical Hit skill was upgraded to Rank D. The cooldown time decreased to 30 minutes, a huge margin, but still only usable once per fight.

John removed his fingers, leaving a trail of her juices on the floor and resting his thumb on her lower lips, "that’s enough for today, cutie."

John cupped her chin with his free hand and raised Dalia’s gaze.

Her flushed cheeks, swollen pink lips, and fogged gaze would be a sight to behold. If she looked beautiful when innocent and pure, then she was breathtaking with a look of desire and want.

"Take a look around," John whispered with a hoarse tone into her ears as the faint shadow of a person grew apparent.

Dalia sighed, understanding that they were being watched. John chuckled and cupped her cheek.

"Don’t worry, soon, I will make you mine."

His husky tone and manly scent caused a warm sensation to blossom deep inside of her, and a tremble ran down Dalia’s spine as she processed the words.

Her heart raced. Would he really sleep with her? When her legs finally gained their strength, she pushed against John’s chest and embraced him.

"Go to bed, and prepare yourself for me. I promise to give you a night you will never forget, but not tonight."

Dalia’s face turned crimson from the obvious innuendo, but a strange sense of power washed over her, the idea of being taken and owned by someone strong, handsome, and caring seemed far better and pleasant than to lose herself.

John led Dalia to her room and turned around to leave. He would have her, but not today. He wanted to engrave the feeling of being owned in her and he would make sure everything was perfect.