Jenny sat at the table, her headphones blaring as she buried her nose in a book. She felt someone tug at her headphones, looking up with a frown.
"I thought you were going deaf."
"No, Dad. I'm just trying to read."
"Sorry, pumpkin. I just wanted to let you know Negan's gonna be here soon."
"Who?" She asked, not interested in the slightest.
"Negan, old friend of mine. We go way back, right back to high school actually."
"And you're telling me this because?"
He sighed. "He's going through a bad patch with his wife, they're divorcing actually. So he needs somewhere to stay for a little while. Is that alright?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Makes no difference to me."
He smiled. "Alright, pumpkin. I'll let you get back to your book."
Jenny had taken the book to her room, but had lost interest. It was summer, and yet she didn't have any plans, except maybe to get laid properly, since her first time hadn't lasted much longer than a very disappointing few seconds. It didn't help that all the boys in her year were exactly that, just boys. Stupid and immature.
She'd been sat on her bed no more than ten minutes when her dad shouted her down, Jenny rolling her eyes.
"Come on, pumpkin, i got take out," he shouted up. "And Negan's here."
"Yay," she whispered sarcastically, getting up from her pink bedspread.
Making her way down the stairs, she caught sight of her dad's friend. She stood still, her hand resting on the bannister as she looked him over curiously.
Holy shit! He's.. actually kinda cute, she thought, quickly realising that was a huge understatement. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back, his skin lightly tanned, though it appeared much darker in contrast with the white t-shirt he was wearing. He was tall, lean, and yet toned. As he dragged a suitcase down the hall, the muscles on the top of his arms tensed, Jenny admiring the tattoos adorned on his skin.
"Well, hello there."
Jenny came to her senses, her cheeks going red as she realised she'd been staring for way too long. She hoped he hadn't noticed. "Hi," she whispered. He looked up at her, giving her a smile so smooth her knees went weak, dimples etched in his cheeks, still visible through his neatly trimmed beard. She was suddenly grateful that she had a good grip on the bannister.
"This is my daughter, Jenny." Her dad said as he came out of the kitchen.
"Wow, Rick! Makes me wanna meet her mother, she had to have got those good looks from somewhere, and no offence, but it's certainly not fucking you."
Rick elbowed him in the ribs. "Watch your mouth."
"Come on, Rick. I'm sure she's heard a lot worse, haven't you, sweetheart?"
Jenny opened her mouth, mumbling dumbly. She was struggling just to breathe, never mind muster a reply.
Rick turned to Negan, his face a little sombre. "We don't talk about her mother," he whispered. "Not since she left."
Negan looked up at her apologetically. "Shit, i didn't think."
Rick placed a hand against his shoulder. "That's alright. Jenny, why don't you set the table while i take these up to Negan's room?"
She nodded, making her way to the kitchen.
"Here, let me get that," Negan offered as she reached up to grab some plates. He came up behind her, so close she felt his breath on her neck for a moment.
"Thanks."
"You're fucking welcome, sweetheart." He smiled, setting the plates down on the table.
Jenny grabbed some cutlery from a drawer, setting them down beside the plates.
"You got any plans over the summer?" Negan asked.
"I erm.." She shook her head. "Not really."
"You okay?" He frowned. "You look a little peaky."
She smiled nervously. "I'm fine."
Negan raised an eyebrow, watching as she grabbed a few napkins from under the sink. She seemed nervous, which women tended to be in his presence when they took a liking to him, especially the quiet ones. But surely not her? She was young, and most likely had a boyfriend, possibly more than one, going off how pretty she was. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind, guessing she was most likely just shy around new people.
Rick stepped into the kitchen, grabbing take out boxes off the side and placing them on the table. "Who wants what?"
Negan rubbed at his stomach. "I'll eat damn near anything, i'm fucking starved."
Jenny picked at her food, stealing a glance at Negan whenever she was sure her dad wasn't looking.
Negan could talk, and then some. And he swore like a sailor, but she kind of liked it. Just as she was beginning to wonder why his wife was divorcing him, her dad looked in her direction.
"You okay, pumpkin? You've hardly touched your food."
"Yeah, just not that hungry i guess."
"It wasn't me bringing up your mom, was it?" Negan asked, wanting to slap himself at bringing it up once again.
She shook her head, offering him a smile. "No. She left us, not really much i can do about it."
Rick cleared his throat. "Don't you have that party next week? Ellie's birthday." He attempted to change the subject.
"Yeah. I'm not sure if i wanna go. Probably just be filled with stupid boys getting drunk."
Negan chuckled, wiping at his mouth with a napkin. "Those are often the best parties. Your dad and i went to plenty of those, didn't we, Rick?"
Rick threw him a cold stare. "Yeah, i guess we did."
"Nevermind your dad. He's just bitter 'cause the ladies always fucking flocked around yours truly." Negan placed a hand against his chest.
"Yeah, that's what he likes to think." Rick laughed.
"I don't need to think shit. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gotten lai-"
Rick kicked him beneath the table, plates rattling on the tabletop. "That's quite enough of that."
"My bad." Negan smiled.
The phone rang in the hall, and Rick got up from the table. "If we could have less of the trips down memory lane, i'd appreciate it," he said to Negan before leaving.
Jenny got up, making a start on clearing the plates.
"Hey, let me help you with that," Negan offered.
"It's alright, i got it."
"I'm pretty fucking sure you have, but in spite of me being an old fucker, i don't live in the fucking fifties. How about i dry?"
"Sure." She smiled, handing him a towel.
"So, how come you don't wanna go to this party? I know when i was your age i would've jumped at the fucking chance to go get lit," Negan said, drying a plate and placing it on the countertop.
Jenny shrugged her shoulders, suds dripping down to her elbow as she handed him another plate. "Just not my kinda thing."
He nodded his head, sticking out his bottom lip. "Probably for the best. People do all kinds of shit they regret after a drink."
She turned to him as he grabbed the dinner plates, Negan stretching up to place them in the cupboard. His t-shirt lifted up a little, showing his stomach. It was peppered with dark curls, and Jenny found herself strangely aroused by it. She'd never really looked at a man in that way before, and she suddenly found herself feeling incredibly hot.
Negan glanced sideways in her direction as he shuffled the plates into the cupboard. Holy fucking shit! Is she checking me out?! He purposely stretched up a little higher, smiling as she seemed to inhale sharply. She shook her head and went back to washing the dishes. Negan felt rather pleased with himself, but also a little guilty.
"Shit!"
Negan and Jenny both turned in unison as Rick stood at the doorway, rubbing at his temples.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
"Work, they need me to go to some last minute meeting. Which is gonna involve a load of paperwork. And, they want me at the main office, which means i could be gone a while."
"How long?" Jenny asked.
Rick ran a hand over his face. "Few days, maybe even a week."
"Damn. That is fucking shitty. Can't they just send you a fucking email? Do your paperwork from home?"
"You'd think so. But no. I've gotta fly out there first thing." He looked at Jenny. "You gonna be okay here with this asshole?" He smiled.
"Hey, i'm not an assho.. no wait, i kinda am," Negan chuckled.
"Sure, Dad. It's fine. I am eighteen after all. I can pretty much look after myself."
Jenny had waved her dad off, and headed straight up to her room. She lay down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
This was ridiculous. He was a man, a grown up. And yet she couldn't stop thinking about him and the fact that they were both now alone under the same roof, for three days at the very least.
The next morning, she got dressed before heading downstairs. Normally she would just laze about in her pyjamas till lunch, but the last thing she wanted was for Negan to see her in a pair of childish jammies that she'd had since she was fifteen. So she'd made an effort, taking advantage of the warm weather and opting for a blue summer dress.
"Hey." He smiled, and it really was one hell of a smile. Jenny wondered just how many hearts he had broken with that smile alone.
"Hi." She went over to the cupboard, grabbing a box of cereal.
Negan had a newspaper in his hands, and yet he payed little attention to it, glancing in her direction as she reached up for a bowl, her dress hiking up a little. Cut that shit out! He scolded himself. She's your best friend's fucking daughter, asshole! He quickly stuck his nose back in the paper as she made her way over, sitting opposite him.
"You want some?"
Negan dropped the paper down a little, glancing at her bowl. "No thanks, i haven't had Lucky Charms since i was nine." He chuckled.
"Oh." She looked down at her bowl, feeling ridiculously childish.
Negan noticed the look on her face and cleared his throat. "I mean, my mom wouldn't let me have them. I used to go to school and get in trouble for looking up my teacher's skirt. Guess she thought maybe the shit they put in those was making me fucking hyper. Little did she know, i was just a horny little fucker."
Jenny almost spat out her cereal, covering her mouth with one hand. "Wow! Really?"
"Really." He nodded, flashing that gorgeous smile at her.
"Well, you're a grown up now." She pushed the cereal box in his direction. "You can make your own decisions."
"Why the fuck not," he said, getting up and grabbing himself a bowl. Negan sat back down, filling his bowl and topping it up with milk. He grimaced a little as he shoved a spoonful in his mouth. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He covered his mouth. "This is like fucking sugar in a bowl."
"I know. It's good isn't it?" She smiled.
Negan laughed, having another spoonful. "So, you got any plans for today?"
Jenny shook her head. "Maybe the library."
Negan frowned. "The library? The fuck would you wanna got to the library for in the middle of summer?"
"To read," she answered with a sarcastic smile.
"You're fucking eighteen. Why aren't you making plans with your friends?"
"Because my best friend Ellie has a boyfriend, who she now likes to spend every minute of every day with."
"Ahh, i see. What about you, don't you have a boyfriend that you wanna spend every minute of every day with?"
"No. I did, but that didn't last."
"Why not?"
"I didn't really like him much in the first place really. I mean, he was cute, but he was also really boring."
Negan chuckled. "Well, boys have only one thing on their minds at that age, and it's not how to develop a fucking personality."
Jenny finished her cereal, leaving the bowl in the sink to soak. She grabbed her little rucksack, hanging it over her shoulder. "I guess i'll seeya later."
"You sure will. Have fun at the library." He smirked.
She'd spent a couple of hours at the library, and then she'd gotten a call, surprisingly from Ellie. Apparently she wanted to go over the details of her birthday party.
They sat together at a milkshake bar, Jenny stirring her double chocolate shake with a straw.
"So you've got the place to yourself, that's cool."
"Not really. Dad's friend is staying over."
"Ugh, well that's crappy."
"It's not too bad actually, he's kinda cool." Jenny smiled, sipping at her shake.
Ellie looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Wait.. is he cute?"
"What?" Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, he's alright, i guess."
Ellie clapped a hand over her mouth dramatically. "You have so got the hots for him, i can tell."
"I do not!" She said, her cheeks going red.
Ellie waved a hand. "Come on, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Of course there is. He's old enough to be my father.. in fact, he and my dad went to school together."
"So? Who cares? Older men are lush."
"Says who?"
"Says me. Why do you think i'm with Josh?"
"Josh isn't that much older at twenty-five."
"Trust me, girl. He's old enough to know what he's doing. They've got experience, you can't beat experience."
"I don't know. I doubt he'd even look at me like that."
Ellie rolled her eyes. "Why? What do you think's gonna put him off? The fact that you're ridiculously pretty? Or that you've got a body i'd fucking kill to have?"
Jenny shifted a little uncomfortably in her seat. "You're kidding right?"
"Fuck no! Listen, Jenny. You get in there. Your dad's away, so this is your chance."
Jenny arrived home and was a little disappointed to see Negan wasn't there. She went up to her room, tossing her rucksack down on the bed. She glanced out of her bedroom window and her jaw dropped.
Negan was down by the pool, relaxing on a sunlounger in just a pair of baggy, black trunks.
Oh, sweet Jesus! She felt hot, ridiculously hot. He was wearing a pair of black shades, and even from here she could see he was covered in a sheen of sweat.
Before she was aware of what she was doing, she'd already raided her bottom drawer, pulling out her swimming stuff. "Shit!" She frowned, rifling through the rather unflattering one pieces. Jenny dug a little deeper, pulling out a dark green bikini that Ellie had bought her the month before, which she had flat out refused to wear. She quickly took off her clothes and put the bikini on, standing in front of the mirror.
She felt stupid. You look fucking ridiculous. Jenny shook the thought away. She would look even more ridiculous in the one piece.
Jenny made her way outside, her legs shaky as she walked towards the pool.
Negan was still laid on the lounger, and she wasn't even sure if he was actually awake. She stood at the end of the pool, figuring she should at least have a quick dip, otherwise it would just look weird.
Negan's eyes flickered open as he heard a splash. He leant up on one elbow, pulling his shades down his nose. He swallowed thickly as Jenny swam to the end of the pool, wading slowly as she neared the shallow end closest to him. Her hair was slicked back, water dripping down over her pale skin, her thighs small but toned, and her waist dipping in just enough so that he could imagine his hands there.
He quickly crossed his legs, trying his best to will his growing erection away.
"Hey." He smiled as she sat down on the lounger beside him.
"It's hot out."
"It most certainly fucking is. You look hot."
Jenny's heart pounded. "I.. i do?"
"Yeah." Negan bit his lip as he sat up, swinging his legs to face her. He grabbed a jug of lemonade, pouring her a glass. "Here. This should help cool you down a little."
"Oh." She blushed, feeling like an idiot. Jenny leaned forward to take it, and Negan got himself an eyeful of her. He licked his lips, suppressing a moan as a bead of water rolled lazily between her cleavage and headed towards her nipple, which was very much erect.
"You have fun at the library?" He asked.
"I got some good books. Ellie called, so we met up and had something to eat. I feel a little bloated actually," she said self consciously.
"Well, it doesn't fucking show. You're a damn knock out."
Jenny met his gaze, a shy smile creeping up onto her lips. "Thanks." Her eyes dropped to his chest, curls of salt and pepper hairs spread across it. She followed them down his torso, then began to wonder just how far down they led. As she realised what she was doing, she refused to look up, sure that it must be impossible that he hadn't noticed. Instead, she looked down at her feet.
Negan certainly had noticed, and he was hard again.
Jenny took a sip of her drink, glancing over her glass at him. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her arm. "So, where do you plan on going once your divorce is final?" Jenny squinted her eyes, feeling like an idiot for bringing it up. "Sorry, i shouldn't have mentioned that."
Negan held up a hand. "It's fine, sweetheart. My marriage is well and truly over, it's been surprisingly pretty amicable." He shrugged his shoulders. "I honestly have no fucking idea. I can get a job real easy, i've had offers already."
"Really? What do you do?"
Negan picked up his glass. "I'm a high school coach."
"That's cool," she replied, watching as he gulped his drink down. He missed his mouth a little, lemonade dripping down his neck. She found it strangely erotic. Oh my God! Jenny looked down at his trunks, his manhood clearly visible, or at least the shape of it was, and it looked almost erect. She quickly took another sip from her glass, trying to act as if she hadn't seen.
"It's not too bad. I get to whip snotty-nosed little shits into shape." He looked her up and down. "I bet you were real good in gym."
Jenny scoffed. "No, i wasn't. I mean, i kinda liked baseball, but i was never much good at anything else."
"I refuse to believe that," Negan said with a sly smile.
"Well, that's how it was."
Negan got up from the lounger and headed for the pool, Jenny watching his long limbs as if hypnotised. She sat there as he swam a few lengths with ease, wondering whether she join him.
Don't even think about it.
"Hey, why don't you come join me?" Negan offered. "We can race. Whoever loses cooks dinner."
She made her way to the pool, swimming over to the deep end. "You should know, this is one thing i'm actually good at."
Negan offered her a panty-dropping smile. "Well, we'll just fucking see about that."
They swam ten lengths, and true to her word she was fast, much faster than Negan was.
"I win!" She cheered, holding on to the edge of the pool.
Negan caught up with her, panting lightly. "Damn! I fucking hate losing." He leant his elbow against the side of the pool, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.
Water dripped down his face, loose, wet curls hanging over his forehead. He ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back as he turned to her.
"You're one hell of a swimmer."
"Thanks." She smiled. "I'm the best on my swim team."
Negan raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you weren't good at much else?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Except for baseball and swimming."
Jenny lifted herself out of the pool, Negan getting a perfect view of her ass. He bit his lip, almost certain that she'd done that on purpose for his benefit.
She sat at the table, her stomach full from the spaghetti Negan had made. Her phone rang. Jenny looked at the screen, rolled her eyes, and ignored it.
"Who was that?" Negan smiled.
"My ex."
Negan chuckled. "Giving him the cold shoulder, uh?"
Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sure he'll move on quick enough."
"I very much fucking doubt that," he disagreed. "Was he really that fucking boring?"
"It wasn't just that."
"Really, then what else?"
She stared at him, suddenly feeling flustered. "I.. it doesn't matter."
Negan leaned in closer. "Come on, i'm fucking intrigued."
She shook her head. "Trust me, you don't wanna know."
"Oh, i think i fucking do. You know what they say, a problem shared and all that bullshit."
"He was my first," she said, her cheeks going almost maroon.
Negan smiled slyly. "Okay. And you dumped him because.."
"It was.." She shifted uncomfortably. "Well, it wasn't the best."
"I was gonna ask does he know that, but if he didn't figure that out for himself, then he's a selfish asshole."
"My friend, Ellie. She thinks i should try getting with an older guy. Says they're better 'cause they have experience."
"Your friend is right. I mean, if you're into older guys that is."
Jenny's throat suddenly felt dry. "Have.. have you ever done that? I mean, with someone inexperienced?"
Negan swallowed thickly. "I erm, i may have, once or twice."
"You got any advice?"
"Advice?"
"Attracting someone older, how do i do it?"
Negan smiled. "You don't need to do anything, sweetheart. There'll be plenty guys in their twenties who would be more than fucking willing to show you a damn good time."
"What about older guys? Like.. your age."
He stared at her, suddenly breathing a little heavier. "You're young, sweetheart. Why the fuck would you be after a guy as old as i am?"
"I.. i don't know. I never really thought much about it before. Now i'm just curious, i guess. You.. you think someone your age would even look twice at a girl like me?"
Negan furrowed his brow. "Are you fucking kidding me? They'd fucking jump at the chance."
"So.. and i'm talking purely hypothetical here, if you had the chance to with someone like me, would you?" Her heart pounded, and she felt stupid, wishing the ground would swallow her up.
Negan tilted his head to one side. "Sweetheart, you're my best friend's daughter."
"I know, i meant hypothetically.. if i wasn't."
"In a fucking heartbeat," he answered instantly.
Jenny felt warm between her thighs. "You think maybe you could tell me what it's like, being with an older man?" She asked, feeling courageous.
"Fuck knows, i've never been with an older man," he joked.
Jenny giggled. "You know what i meant."
"I do, sweetheart. But it's not really something you can fucking tell someone."
"Could you show me?" She whispered, not quite believing the words were leaving her mouth. "I mean, just a little bit. I don't even know what it feels like to kiss an older man, whether it feels different."
Negan licked his lips, his cock twitching uncomfortably against his jeans. "Just a kiss?"
She nodded in reply, fluttering her eyelashes. His chair scraped across the floor as he moved closer, his knees touching hers. He brought a hand up to her cheek, stroking his fingers over her flushed skin, his thumb brushing her jawline. He tilted her head a little, moving closer as he softly pressed his lips against hers.
Jenny's heart pounded, his beard prickling her skin as he dragged his lips over hers. She brought her hands up, resting them against his shoulders. Jenny inhaled sharply as he parted her lips with his tongue, teasing it inside her mouth as he curled his fingers through her hair. Her breath became heavy, Jenny almost panting as she flicked her tongue against his, her hands snaking over the back of his neck and tugging gently at his hair.
His own breath had become heavy as he rolled his tongue against hers, savouring the taste of her. Negan smacked his lips greedily against hers, tugging at her bottom lip as he sent hot, wet kisses leading down to her neck. His grip on her hair tightened as she gasped, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh as he ghosted his lips over her neck, nipping gently at her sensitive skin.
Making his way back to her mouth, he kissed her softly once more, lingering for a moment, then he pulled away.
Jenny almost whimpered, her eyes flickering open. He was beautiful, his eyes seeming almost darker, his pupils dilated.
"How was that?" He whispered, his voice low and husky.
She hummed lowly, almost desperately. "It was.. i didn't want it to stop."
Negan smirked, running his fingers through her hair. He pulled his hand away, sitting back in his chair.
She leaned closer, her eyes looking him over needily. "Can we do it again?"
"Absolutely not," Negan said, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
She couldn't stop thinking about him, not after that. His lips on hers, his hands in her hair. It had been incredible, and she could only imagine how it would have felt if things had gone further. It made her almost wish he hadn't kissed her, since she was certain he wasn't going to give her more.
But as she laid in her bed, she wasn't so certain at all. Jenny wasn't the best at reading men, but she had caught him looking at her as if he were contemplating something very naughty. Then there was his reaction at the poolside. Sure, men got random erections at the most mundane of times, and yet she couldn't help but think that it had gotten hard just for her.
She told herself she was being ridiculous. Then why did he kiss you? He wouldn't have kissed you if he hadn't wanted to. Jenny played with the idea till she was almost certain that he must want her. You've gotta up your game. Make it so he can't resist you.
"So you're gonna be gone at least a week? That really sucks fucking balls, Rick." Negan leaned against the kitchen doorway. "Yeah, don't worry, everything's fine." He looked up at the sound of footsteps, his eyes widening as Jenny made her way down the stairs in a black, low cut vest, and a questionably short, green, pleated skirt. "Yeah.. i erm, i'm settling in just fucking fine, gotta go," he said, hanging up as Jenny brushed past him.
Negan sat at the table, watching as she reached up for a box of cereal. He swallowed thickly as she climbed up onto the countertop, flashing her white, lacy panties in the process. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Jenny jumped down from the countertop. "What's it look like?" She smiled innocently.
Negan growled lowly as she walked over to the table, sitting in the chair closest to him. Jenny leaned over considerably more than she needed to, leaning her elbow against the table and pushing her breasts together.
He leaned back in his chair, grabbing the newspaper. "I know what you're fucking doing."
Jenny looked in his direction with a smile. "And what's that?"
Negan lowered the paper, his eyes narrowing as he smirked. "You know exactly fucking what."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said nonchalantly, spooning cereal into her mouth.
"It won't work." He smiled, going back to his paper.
"What won't work?" Jenny brushed her foot against his leg.
Negan's grip on the paper tightened, her foot making it's way up his thigh. He dropped the paper, his chair falling backwards as he shot up out of it. Jenny jumped a little, sure she must have read him wrong and pushed him too far. He grabbed her arm, pulling her up from her seat. Fuck! He looks angry, she thought, wanting to kick herself as that was the last thing she'd wanted. But then his hips were suddenly flush against hers, his erection pressing against her stomach.
Negan leaned closer, pushing the bowl to one side. "You got my attention, sweetheart. What would you have me do with it?" He whispered.
"I.. i don't know.. i.." she stuttered, unable to form words.
Negan chuckled lightly. "Of course you fucking don't know, you have no fucking idea."
"Then show me."
Negan smiled slyly, snaking his hands round her hips. He ghosted his lips over hers, teasing her mouth with his tongue. Negan nibbled on her earlobe. "Did that stupid asshole of a boyfriend eat this for you?" He cupped between her thighs, Jenny shuddering as she could feel the warmth of his hand through her panties. "Of course he fucking didn't, because he's a goddamn idiot. Would you like me to eat your pussy?"
She moaned needily. "Yes."
"What's the magic fucking word, sweetheart?"
"P.. please."
Negan nipped at the nape of her neck. "There's a good girl." He grabbed her hips, lifting her up onto the table. Pressing his hand against her chest, he pushed her down, biting his lip as he looked at her greedily. Running his fingers down her thighs, he tucked them beneath her panties and pulled them slowly down, dropping them to the floor.
Jenny suddenly felt very self conscious, but Negan parted her thighs, looking down at her as if she were some delicious treat. He lowered his head, resting her legs against his shoulders.
"Oh god!" Her eyes widened as he flicked his tongue over her clit, igniting a heat like she'd never felt before. His hands gripped her thighs firmly as he rolled his tongue in circles. He ran his tongue up and down her lips, then he dipped inside her, Jenny shuddering.
"Hmm," he groaned. "You're fucking delicious, sweetheart." Negan smirked, kissing his way back up to her clit. His fingers trailed down her thigh, finding their way to her pussy as he suckled on her clit.
Jenny arched her back as he slipped two fingers inside her, massaging her inner walls. "Negan," she moaned breathlessly.
He looked up at her with a smirk as he continued sucking gently at her clit. "A real man knows how to read a woman's body." He took his lips from her clit, slowly massaging his fingers inside her. "Knows how to make her fucking squirm." He wriggled his fingers against her sweet spot as if to prove his point, Jenny gasping as he pushed her close to the edge. Negan chuckled. "Not so fast, sweetheart. It'll be so much fucking sweeter if we drag it out." He lowered his head and resumed to suckle at her clit, flicking his tongue teasingly over her sensitive nerves.
"Oh, god that feels good!" She moaned, wriggling her hips.
Negan lifted his head once again, teasing his fingers inside her. "You know, most women can't orgasm without clit stimulation. But some, have an overly sensitive g-spot, right.. here." He moved his fingers in a come hither gesture, Jenny's thighs beginning to tremble. Negan bit his lip. "And you, sweetheart.. i can fucking read your body already." He curled his fingers once more, Jenny screaming out his name as he pushed her over the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. "There it is." Negan smirked as she pulsated around his fingers, her juices dripping down his hand. He stuck his head between her thighs, lapping up all she had to offer.
She looked up at Negan as she caught her breath, moaning lightly as he sucked her juices from his fingers. "Fuck me," she pleaded.
Negan grinned from ear to ear. "You sure that's what you want?"
"What's my body telling you?" She smiled, wriggling her hips.
"Hmm, it's telling me it wants my big, fat cock." Negan unbuckled his belt, his cock springing out in front of her, and it certainly was impressive. He grabbed her hips up off the table, teasing the head of his cock over her soaked lips.
Jenny gasped as he slowly slid inside her. He was much bigger than her ex, and she felt it, Negan stretching her walls.
Negan groaned as he watched his dick sliding into her wet pussy, her thighs tensing in his arms. "Don't worry, baby. We'll go nice and fucking slow." He dragged his length slowly out of her, then slowly back in, not filling her completely.
Jenny moaned as he kept up the same pace, allowing her to adjust to his size. She gazed up at him, his eyes focused between her thighs, as if he were hypnotised. Jenny attempted to roll her hips, but Negan had a firm grip on her thighs, showing he was most definitely in control.
Negan pulled her ass closer to the edge of the table, Jenny clawing at the wooden surface as he filled her completely. "Look at your pretty, little pussy taking my big, fat cock." He gazed down at her, her eyes gazing right back as she moaned lightly. Negan rolled his hips, her walls almost sucking at his throbbing cock.
His pubic bone rubbed deliciously against her clit, his cock deep inside her as he clawed at her waist "Negan," she moaned, her pussy becoming more sensitive with every roll of his hips.
He leaned down on his elbows, kissing her softly as he grinded against her. Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck, biting on his bottom lip. Negan curled his arms under her shoulders, pulling her close as he began to drag his cock in and out of her.
"Oh, fuck.. you're so tight, baby," he groaned, brushing his nose against hers. He picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder and faster, Jenny moaning with every snap of his hips.
She'd never imagined it could feel this good. Her walls clench around him as the heat builds, much more intense than before. "Oh.." She tensed her thighs, coming close to her release with every thrust.
"That's it, baby. Fucking take my dick like a good girl," he growled, his cock slick with her juices as his balls slapped against her ass rhythmically. Negan pounded into her, his fingers curled round her shoulders, not allowing her to pull away. His cock throbbed as she cried out his name, her moans so loud he's almost certain the neighbours could hear. But he doesn't care, continuing to pound into her relentlessly, panting with every thrust.
Her eyes widened, her mouth open wide as she came hard, her walls pulsating around him intensely.
Negan was suddenly soaked, her juices gushing down from his cock to his balls, and dripping to the floor.
"Oh.. fuck me!" Negan growled, the sight of it alone sending him close to his own release. He slowed down a little, prolonging her orgasm, then he pulled out, stroking his cock as he shot his hot load over her stomach.
He collapsed down on the table, resting his head in the crook of her neck. "Damn, girl. We're gonna need a fucking mop for that floor. I think you might be a squirter," Negan groaned in her ear. Jenny giggled, running her hand through the back of his hair. "I was gonna ask was it good for you, but i don't fucking need to." He chuckled.
Jenny stroked his cheek as he gazed at her, resting her thumb in his dimple. "It was amazing."
"It sure fucking was." He kissed her softly, still feeling a little breathless. Negan grabbed her panties, handing them to her with a smile.
Jenny hopped down from the table, her legs a little shaky. "So, can we do it again?" She smiled.
Negan bit his lip. "Absolutely not."