My Seed Gives Systems In The Apocalypse

’I want to make you my lover...’

Fredrinn’s words echoed through the quiet cabin of the Camry, vibrating deep within Jenny’s chest.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes to find him hovering mere inches away, his piercing gaze stripping away every last layer of her usual composure.

Her lips remained parted, her breath shallow and warm. Her mind struggled to grasp logic, yet the lingering doubts refused to stay completely silent.

"What about Rose then?" she blurted out in a fragile whisper, her voice trembling slightly. "And Andrea?"

Fredrinn didn’t rush to claim her mouth. Instead, he let his hand slide smoothly from the cushion, his fingers resting firmly against her waist, over the vest.

"They will be my partners too," he answered without a shred of hesitation, laying out his truth with absolute conviction.

The moment the words left his lips, his arm tightened around her waist, drawing her flush against his chest and cutting off any chance of retreat.

A sharp gasp caught in Jenny’s throat. She wanted to scold him, to push him away out of principle, but the raw warmth radiating from his body seemed to melt her resistance on contact.

"You... are taking advantage of the apocalypse, you bastard..." she murmured softly, her words lacking any real venom.

Being this close to him felt dizzying, as if his presence alone was stealing her breath and clouding her thoughts.

Feeling the tension drain from her body, Fredrinn let out a low chuckle, his warm breath fanning across her flushed cheek. "Yeah. Maybe I am."

He closed the final fraction of distance and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

An electrifying jolt shot straight down Jenny’s spine the instant their lips met.

Her eyes snapped shut, all lingering hesitation evaporating in a heartbeat.

Acting on pure instinct, she wound both of her arms around the back of his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair to pull him down closer.

The kiss was hungry, intoxicating, and demanding. Fredrinn relished the lush, yielding sweetness of her lips, his pulse accelerating as the quiet interior of the car filled with the soft, hurried sounds of their breathing.

Needing more, he broke the kiss for a fleeting second, his gaze dark with intent.

"This vest is fucking annoying," he murmured with a faint, reckless grin.

Gripping the edges of the stiff tactical gear, he pulled it off in one swift, decisive motion and tossed it onto the floorboards.

Jenny let out a breathless giggle, the sound vibrating softly in her throat.

Without needing any prompting, she let herself slide further down along the plush leather seat, reclining against the seat with an open, inviting posture.

She looked up at him as he shifted over her, her amber eyes bright with desire.

Reaching up with both hands, she grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and pulled him down, capturing his mouth in another deep, passionate kiss.

Fredrinn didn’t waste a single moment. His hand found the hem of her soft cotton shirt, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric and resting directly against the burning warmth of her bare waist.

Jenny gasped against his lips at the sudden contact of his skin on hers, a delicious shiver rippling through her frame.

Her back arched subtly off the cushion, pressing her body even closer to his as a deep, undeniable ache flared between her thighs.

Their lips moved together in a frantic, feverish rhythm, completely lost in each other.

Fredrinn traced the delicate dip of her waist, the curve of her ribs... before finally stopping at a piece of clothing hidden under her shirt.

Jenny gasped against his mouth, her legs pushing uselessly against the cramped space inside the car, her warm tongue already entangled in a fierce fight with him.

Fredrinn didn’t hesitate, he allowed his fingers to gently lift her bra, freeing her twin mounds under her shirt.

"N-Not here..." Jenny said breathlessly, one hand gripping his tshirt tightly while the other was loosely wrapped around his shoulder.

Her blonde hair was spilling onto the seat and her lips appeared slightly swollen, cheeks flushed beet red.

"Not here what, Jenny?" Fredrinn whispered back with a cocky, infuriating smirk as he slowly raised her shirt, revealing the perfectly milky white skin.

Her stomach was flat, her back arched slightly while her chest rose and fell due to her frantic breaths.

When the shirt finally reached her breasts, Jenny averted her eyes out of shame, peeking at his expressions with one eye while Fredrinn momentarily froze seeing her beauty.

Her gorgeous milky breasts were spilling, the nipples standing erect on the tip as her bra and shirt was curled around her neck.

She looked beyond beautiful.

Fredrinn pressed his palm down on the smooth flatness of her stomach, letting his palm slide up her skin.

"Hnngh, bastard..." Jenny cursed softly, her back arching at his touch as she felt like she was losing all the strength in her body.

Her grip on his tshirt loosened as she let her hand fall down onto the seat.

The itch between her thighs was becoming too unbearable.

Mindlessly, Jenny tried to sneak her hand down the side, approaching her pants.

’I am just going to scratch it and remove the itch... I won’t do anything more...’ She cooked some excuses in her mind, her hand sliding into the denim shorts.

But before she could slide it under the panties and try to relieve the itch in her pussy, Fredrinn’s free hand caught her in the act.

He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, staring at her with a small smirk.

She yelped like a cat caught doing something bad, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked at him with teary eyes.

His other hand was sitting between her plush, soft breasts, in the valley as he felt her galloping heartbeats.

He pulled her hand out of her pants, pressing it against his lips as he gently sucked her fingers, staring at her playfully.

"I thought you said not here?"

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