John’s hand trailed down Stephanie’s back, tracing her spine. She looked up at him and smiled. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink and her eyes sparkled with tears. "I was so worried about you."
"It’s okay," John said. "I’m fine. Everything is going to be alright."
"I’m glad," Stephanie whispered, her voice cracking. "I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to you."
"You have nothing to worry about. I’m right here. We’re going to be okay. I’m going to keep you safe."
Stephanie nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. She buried her face into his chest and hugged him tightly, her body trembling slightly.
John held her close and spotted Nelson staring at him, his face contorted with anger and jealousy.
John smirked. He placed his hand on Stephanie’s plump ass, squeezing it lightly. He leaned down and kissed her, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.
John’s gaze landed on Nelson and smirked. Nelson watched pathetically as his former girlfriend was swept off her feet.
Nelson once had everything, a beautiful girlfriend, a nice apartment, and a good job, but he lost it all in an instant.
He had never felt so alone and isolated in his entire life. He had been rejected by everyone, even his own family, and he had nowhere to turn. He was stuck in a hopeless situation, trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t escape.
In the beginning, he was devastated, but he quickly realised that it wasn’t his fault. It was theirs. They didn’t care about him, and they had never cared about him.
They had just been using him. They had taken advantage of his kindness and compassion. They had used him and discarded him like a piece of garbage, or so Nelson thought.
But the world did not care for Nelson’s anger. The apocalypse was in full swing and monsters roamed the Earth.
Stephanie was a survivor, but Nelson was weak and pathetic. She didn’t need someone like Nelson, she needed someone who could take care of her in this apocalyptic world.
Stephanie had always been the centre of his life. She had always been there for him, and he had always tried to be there for her. But she was moving on.
He was losing her, and it was all because of that man. That arrogant bastard, John.
Nelson hated John, but John didn’t care. He was the new boyfriend, and Stephanie was his.
"What are you doing?" John asked as he spotted Dalia and Julia staring at him. They were glaring daggers at him. Julia felt betrayed and Dalia knew of John and Julia’s relationship.
John smirked and spoke in a low, casual tone, "what’s up?"
Julia’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She looked away, unable to meet his gaze.
"John, can I talk to you?" Julia asked, her gaze fixed on the ground.
"Sure," John replied, his voice nonchalant.
Julia led John away from the others.
"What is it?" John asked, stepping closer to Julia. She stepped back, but John continued until she was pinned against a wall. His dick hardened at the sight of Julia’s voluptuous body, and his breath grew ragged.
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"John, I..." Julia’s voice trailed off as she glanced at his lips.
John leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth. Julia gasped in surprise, but her body reacted instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck.
Her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest, and she moaned softly.
John broke the kiss and smiled at her.
"Should I make sure I really put a baby in you?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.
"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she replied, her eyes glistening with tears.
John’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her close. He kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth.
"We have an audience," he muttered, breaking the kiss.
Julia looked over his shoulder and saw Julian, Dalia’s boyfriend. He had a scowl on his face.
John’s hand slid down her back, tracing the contours of her body with sensual precision. His fingers found the hem of her shirt, teasingly tugging it upward to reveal the smooth expanse of her stomach. Julia moaned softly, arching into his touch as she felt his hot breath against her neck.
"You’re mine, Julia," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Mine." His lips moved to her skin, kissing and nipping at her neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. His fingers traced a path down her stomach, stopping just short of the elastic band of her panties.
John’s fingers explored her smooth skin, trailing down her stomach, his hands finding her hips. He pulled her closer, grinding his erection against her.
"J-John, we’re in public," Julia gasped.
John’s hand cupped her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple through her bra.
"You’re beautiful, Julia," John whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"John," she moaned, her voice low and sultry. Julia moaned John’s name repeatedly, her tone breathy and filled with lust.
John smirked at Julian as he explored Julia’s body. He was with Julia, but his thoughts kept drifting to Dalia, for she too would be his, soon. He felt her stiffen in his embrace, her eyes widening slightly as she realised they were being watched.
Julian made a face and turned away, but not before casting one last scathing glance at John.
John smiled as he stared into her blue eyes, his gaze full of desire and want.
Julia bit her lip and nodded, her gaze locked with his.
"You’re so fucking hot," he groaned, his hands squeezing her ass.
Julia moaned softly, her body trembling in anticipation.
"You... really think that?" She asked between ragged breaths.
"Of course," John said, smiling. He figured her low self-esteem was due to that asshole, Martin, but he was old news. He would make her feel desired, as she should be.
John’s hands moved to the front of her skirt, his fingers exploring the contours of her body. He teased her nipples through her blouse, his lips trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.
"Wait," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Are you..." she paused, biting her lip.
John grinned and kissed her neck, his tongue darting out to trace the delicate curve of her jaw.
"Am I what?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"Are you with Stephanie, too?" Julia asked, her voice shaky.
"Yes," he replied, his voice husky.
"What about Dalia?" she asked.
"Soon, she will be mine, too," John said.
Julia’s eyes widened, her heart racing.
John’s fingers slipped beneath the elastic band of her panties, teasing her folds.
"What are you waiting for?" Julia moaned. "Fuck me."
"With pleasure," he said, his lips curving into a wicked grin. No doubt was John pleased; Julia didn’t seem to care about who he was with. She adapted and understood the new reality of this apocalyptic world.