This chapter and story is rated M, for mature themes. So maybe read in privacy ;)
It's a long one. Enjoy.
It was almost midnight by the time Negan and Blake finally wandered into the hallway.
The dark-haired Saviour had finally shrugged on his dark leather jacket, grasped up Lucille from the kitchen worktop and strolled into the small gloomy area behind the caramel-blonde woman.
Blake had somehow just managed to finish washing the dishes with Negan standing behind her almost the entire time, bothering her.
She felt so utterly happy in his presence, despite his incessant teasing and the way in which, even when she attempted to bat him with a handful of soap bubbles, he barely relented with the constant flirting and dirty words whispered into her ear.
Despite them finishing their dinner a long while ago now, the bearded Saviour had made no move to leave. And since their heart-to-heart at the dinner table a good forty minutes ago, Negan had been more touchy feely than ever with her.
It had felt good to finally let it all out. To tell someone all she had been keeping inside her for so long. The fact that she would probably would ever be able to have a child of her own, hurt…every single day.
At first the apocalypse had distracted her enough to keep her mind off of it; then David's hurtful words and the bruises he left upon her skin…
…but then…..upon finding Mia…well, Blake hadn't been able to help but dwell upon that sorrowful fact...yearning for a family of her own…..for someone to love…
But it was tonight that she truly realised that she wasn't alone.
That she wasn't the only one with painful memories.
And that there had been someone here all along…who had been here for her….who had protected her…who had made her laugh….and smile…and feel whole again.
Someone who had made the bruises go away…who had wiped her tears….who had given her, not only his bed, but her life back too…
The tall, dark haired man standing before her now, in the dim light of the hallway.
He was everything to her, and Blake felt not only her body, but her heart ache for him, as he followed her out into the small space, coming to stand in front of the looming front door.
She wanted to be with him…..this fear-inducing, crazy man…with a penchant for killing….but who had somehow made er life ten times better in the short time she had known him.
She had gone from that woman, pushed around her her asshole fiancé, to a queen, revered by others, tangled up with Negan.
A queen to his king.
"So, you gonna walk me out, Peaches?" uttered Negan raising a dark eyebrow in Blake's direction, as he strolled up to her, licking at his lips.
Blake desperately didn't want him to go, as his free hand skimmed down her hips, making her heart pound faster and her breath catch in her throat, here in the silent, shadowy hallway.
But it was late now and Blake knew that it was dangerous to be out there on the road at night. Even for Negan and the other Saviours, as hardy as they were.
So the caramel-blonde woman gave a small pouting huff now, stepping into Negan and toying with the zipper on his leather jacket.
"I suppose," she murmured, staring up at him through sultry eyelashes.
But Negan at this gave a chuckle, gazng down at her and brushing his thumb suddenly across her jawline.
"I just love it when you pout, Doll-face," he growled, suggestively. "Makes me wanna do all sortsa' bad fuckin' things to that mouth of yours."
And with that, he ran his thumb over her jutted out, lower lip, teasingly.
This of course, made Blake instantly hot, pressing her tall and slender form even further into him.
Here they were, alone, at long last…with everything out in the open between them…no secrets….no distractions…
"Guess I should be leavin, hmmm, Peaches…" Negan uttered, blinking slowly, his chocolate eyes almost twinkling in her direction, as his hand slid back down her side, before leaving her body completely.
Blake felt herself let out a needy breath, as he detached himself from her teasingly, a smirk plastered across his cocky features, as she reached for the door, tugging it swiftly open.
But to each of their surprise, in the quietness of the hallway, it was opened to the sound of torrential rain falling all around.
Blake stepped aside, peering around the door as Negan did the same, frowning.
It was blowing up a storm out there, with lashings of water pouring down the guttering, rain falling in sheets around them. But in the cool and intimate setting of Blake's house, neither of them had seemed to hear or notice this. Too wrapped up in one another.
"Holy shit," muttered Negan under his breath raising a dull eyebrow skyward, as he peered up at the blacked sky.
And it was only a second later that Arat, came running towards them, from her shelter beneath a nearby porch, ducking in and out of the recently formed puddles as she went.
She was wearing what looked like a now-rain sodden men's green shirt, and a carrying a large gun in both of her hands.
"Boss," she cried through the sound of ever-falling rain, wincing slightly under the drips that were currently falling over her face. "One of them told me that Rick and his group won't be back until morning. You think we should wait it out, til' he comes back?"
Blake glanced up at Negan momentarily, only to see a large wide grin suddenly shift its way onto his face.
"Maybe we should," said Negan lowering his chin, and chewing on his lip, before throwing a meaningful look in Blake' direction.
But the caramel-haired woman was, right now, already one step ahead of him, turning away from Arat, facing instead, Negan's side.
Perhaps this was her chance.
Now or never, as they said...
For Blake knew what she wanted tonight.
And that was totally and utterly him.
She stood up on her tiptoes…her fingers curling around the stiff leather material of his jacket, her mouth gently brushing his earlobe as she spoke….
"Well, maybe… you should stay over…" Blake finally whispered in a mere ache of a voice, sighing slightly and letting out the smallest of suggestive moans against the tanned skin of his neck.
She pulled slowly back, her eyes now dark and full of something lustful and needy… giving Negan everything he needed to know, in one lingering look.
Fuck, she wanted him right now.
For it had been too long waiting, on long, lonely nights for his touch.
And with that, Blake was unable to stop herself from letting out a shaky breath, as Negan cocked his long tanned face at her, the smug grin slipping from his mouth momentarily. As though he had never expected those words to escape her lips in a million years.
But it was a mere moment later that he smiled once again, pursing his lips, before turning back to Arat, stood in the doorway, soaked to her skin now.
"You, Dwight and the others, sure you're alright to take watch tonight?" he asked the curly-haired woman, who nodded firmly back at him.
"No problem," Arat replied as professional and as loyal as ever.
But she shot one last knowing look back at Blake, before disappearing off, gun in hand, back across the street, where Dwight couldn't just about be seen under through hazy lamplit downpour.
For a moment Negan just stood there, one hand still on the door, before finally taking a step back into the dark hallway.
And it was a long drawn out second later, before he finally pushed the front door gently closed with a quite snap….shutting out the storm…leaving the pair of them finally, truly and utterly alone.
Blake breathed hard, licking at her pouting and swollen lips as he stared up at him, willing him to turn around and face her.
But Negan, knowing full-well what he was doing to her right now, let out a small sigh, placing Lucille down onto a the small hallway side-table and clearing his throat, almost dramatically.
But Blake just smiled amusedly, as he rubbed a hand over his bearded face, sighing heavily, before his chocolate eyes finally reached her.
And it was in that instant, Blake forget about everything else in her life right now….
…about being here, under house arrest…
….about Rick and Tara and Michonne….
…about David and Mia, and all other past memories…
Now it was just the two of them…together….after so many long, long nights spent alone…
Negan blinked, his lips twitching up into a small smile, as he strutted towards her now…making Blake's heart pound in her chest…
He was tall and dark and handsome…everything that David was not….but everything she craved….from that stupid arrogant swagger of his, to the way his beard felt on her lips as he kissed her.
"You sure you're ok with me stayin' the night, Peaches?" he asked in a low growl of a voice, finally speaking after what felt like an age of silence between the pair of them.
Negan closed the gap between them now, but didn't make a move to touch her…despite how much Blake wanted him to….
She knew what he was like….his teasing…
But this, well, this was utter torture.
But she would play along, for as long as she could bare.
Blake gave a small shrug, and bit down hard on her lip, staring first, down at the mere breath of space between them, before suddenly gazing up at the tall, dark-haired Saviour, through lowered eyelashes.
"Well, it's kinda stormy out there," she said with a sigh, her chest rising and falling heavily in her skimpy summer dress, causing his eyes to flicker there to her heaving breasts, for a mere fraction of a second. "And I wouldn't want you getting stranded out there on the road in all this rain."
She brought her hand up, her fingers once again toying with the zipper on his jacket, inching it ever so slowly lower, but never breaking her eyes away from his.
But Negan licked at his lips, grinning and flashing her his wide set of perfect white teeth admiringly. And with that he lifted his own hand up and pushed back a few loose stands of long caramel hair from her shoulder.
"Sounds like you actually care about my fuckin' welfare, Sweetheart," he said with a murmur, leaning his face suddenly into hers, and parting his lips gently and audibly….causing a creamy wetness to suddenly pool inside Bake's panties.
She blinked heavily, lowering her chin and giving a small playful nod.
"Oh I do, Daddy," she managed to whisper. "Very, very much…"
And with that, Negan, grinning down at her fiendishly, gave a guttural and possessive growl at her words….
…...before capturing her lips with his.
Blake immediately smiled into his mouth. Happy.
He tasted good….like whisky and wine, and good sex…and Blake couldn't help but part her own peachy lips, submitting to him and allowing his tongue to slip easily into her mouth.
Their lips parted and met again and again, lapping at each other, as Negan's hands slid to her slender waist, maneuvering her roughly backwards against the wall behind her.
He spine hit the wall with a hard thud, sending a picture frame on the wall beside them to shudder slightly, at the action.
Negan was strong and possessive, his tongue tasting her with such a need, Blake couldn't help but moan out gently into his mouth, as one of his hands moved to her hip, pushing up her thin, cotton dress.
She felt his fingers slide up the creamy skin of her outer thigh, finding her lacy panties beneath.
But Blake couldn't take it anymore, as she tugged her mouth from his and stared up at him, panting desperately.
She needed more than just his mouth right now…
Almost instantaneously, Negan shot her a frowning look, as if irritable that she had disturbed his enjoyment.
But Blake dipped her chin at him, staring up into his eyes wolfishly, and panting hard.
"Come on…" she breathed, biting her lip, and with that, she grabbed at Negan's hand and tugged him in the direction of the staircase.
But the pair only made it up four or five steps, before Negan had grasped Blake by the waist and pulled her back around to face him.
He was smirking at that cocky grin of his now.
"I don't think you gave me the tour yet…" he muttered, from a step or two lower than her now, his hands once again sliding up her leg, pushing up the thin cotton fabric the covered her creamy thighs, and the wetness between them.
A second later he stopped, arching a dark eyebrow up in her direction.
But Blake, who was already coming undone, let out a shaky breath, watching as he suddenly chuckled, before lifting her dress roughly, his hands grasping at the back of her thighs and pressing a hard, lingering kiss to her hip-bone through the waistband of her navy lace panties.
Blake placed one hand instantly to Negan's leather clad shoulder, her fingers gripping the firm material as she closed her eyes…knowing how close he was to giving her everything she had wanted for so so long.
His beard felt rough but pleasing against her smooth skin, as he pressed several open mouthed kisses to her thigh, travelling slowly inwards towards the damp covering of her dripping heat.
Blake let out a breathy moan at this….held here in a state somewhere between pure bliss and utter torture, as his tanned and calloused digits skimmed over her thigh darting hurriedly down to the lacy fabric stretched across aching core.
Blake tensed her fingers around his shoulder, her breath hitching almost painfully at the well-needed contact now, as Negan removed his mouth grinning up at her, before slowly standing up straight, and stalking up the two steps between them, keeping his hand in place all the while.
"Fuck me, Darlin'," he growled. "You tellin' me, that after all this time of you playin' hard to fuckin' get and fending off my goddamn advances, you were really soakin' your panties for me….waitin' for me to put me to slip my hand between those legs of yours…."
Blake bit down hard onto her bottom lip and gave a slow, pouting, needy nod, as Negan's fingers slid over the lacy material, now slick with her creamy wetness.
She gasped out gently, her pink and swollen lips parting, and her green and desperate eyes locked now, with his, as Negan's other hand reached up, grasping her chin.
"You sure you want this, Peaches?" he said, his bearded mouth hovering carefully over hers. "Because I can stop this right now if that's what you fuckin' want."
But before she could answer, Negan's fingers expertly glided their way over her throbbing clit, as he gazed at down at her with knowing dark eyes, well-aware of exactly what he was doing to her right now.
Blake suddenly reached up, grasping his leather-clad sleeve in her hand, her chest heaving now…leaving her with nothing but breathless audible pants, as she began to come undone.
She gave the smallest of whimpers, a hard gulp travelling down her neck, as Negan peered at her questioningly.
"You want me to stop, Doll?" he asked in a husky voice, leaning his long and tanned face into hers.
But Blake could only shake her head desperately.
"I want you fuck me," she breathed out, aching for him now.
And it was then, that Negan's lips, brushing gently against hers, curved up into a fiendish grin.
"Right fuckin' answer," he muttered hungrily.
And with that, before Blake could do anything to stop him, Negan suddenly let his hand fall from her wet panties, instead, reaching down and grasping both of her thighs hard and lifting her up with ease.
Blake gave a short panting breath of surprise, as he carried her up the last few steps and up onto the small landing.
It was dark up here, but neither of them paid much attention to this, Blake's slender arms threading themselves around Negan's shoulders as he kissed at her with need, lips lapping gently against the others', with each of them trying as hard as they could to catch their ragged breaths in between kisses.
Blake could feel herself aching for him now….this being everything she had dreamed of on on those long nights alone, with her fingers dipping down into her panties, dripping with her own cum, as she thought about him and what he could do to her.
She kissed him back hard now, mouths making such delicious noises against the other.
Negan in the darkness somehow managed to find a her bedroom, shoving the already ajar door open with his booted foot.
The wind in here was loud, and from the un-draped window, Blake was just about aware of how noisy the rain was, lashing against the pane, as the storm raged over their heads.
But neither of them seemed to care...far too wrapped up in the other.
When they were half way across the room, Negan let his lips fall from hers, letting her body down from his grip and allowing her to drop to the floor on bare feet.
But there seemed to be a hunger now that they perhaps wasn't out there in the hallway on the staircase. Probably sub-consciously everything to do with fact that they were in close proximity to her bed now. As one of Blake's hands hurriedly unzipped Negan's leather jacket fully now, slipping it from his shoulders, it landing on the floor behind them with a loud whump.
They kisses at each other feverently, now, as Negan growled into her mouth wolfishly, as if he had been starved of her for years….desperate for her taste on his tongue.
Blake somehow manged to pull her lips away from his for the briefest of moments, as she stepped back, suddenly pulling her pretty summer dress up and over her head, before tossing it unceremoniously to the floor.
But at this, Negan's eyes almost at once darkened, any hint of a smile disappearing from his face, as he stared at her now, standing there in just a navy bra and matching set of navy panties. And it was in that look alone, Blake could tell just how much he wanted her right now….looking like a animal ready to pounce on his prey…to eat them alive.
He licked slowly at his lips and strutting forwards, his chin lowered to his collarbone domineeringly, taking her all in.
"Oh, Peaches," he growled in a hungry voice. "You have no fuckin' idea how long I have been wanting to fuck you. Ever since I heard that smart-fuckin' mouth of your talk back to me, back in that fuckin' cell."
But at those words…Blake couldn't help but smile fiendishly back at him, as she pressed herself suddenly back into him now, trailing her hand slowly down his white t-shirt, his fingers coming to rest at his belt buckle.
She blinked up at him, with large round doe-eyes, biting on her lips excruciatingly slowly.
"Well maybe talking back to you, isn't the only thing I can do with my mouth," she replied with a soft purr, and licking her lips, as her fingers began to undo his leather belt, and she dropped slowly to her knees.
A frown line shifted almost immediately between Negan's brows now, as he stared down at her with a lustful dark gaze, his lips parting.
And it didn't take Blake long to feel Negan's stiff dick beneath his grey pants, as she undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. Now eye-level with his waist, instantly noticing how the dark-haired Saviour was commando beneath his jeans.
She shifted the material aside, allowing his stiff member to spring from its confinement, as she grasped it gently within her hand.
And it took her only a second or two to wet her lips, and take his purple and stretched head in her mouth.
Instantly she heard Negan let out a harsh "Fuck" at the contact between them, which caused Blake to smile once again and stare up at him, as her tongue ran expertly up and down his length before taking him full in her mouth again, tasting his salty pre-cum as it eased from his twitching dick.
Negan's mouth once again emitted a loud guttural groan she had never heard from him before, as his hand came to rest on her head….his fingers curling into her hair.
But Blake was unrelenting, as she licked at him, moving her hand up and down his lengthy shaft, feeling him stiffening further within her grasp.
Her lips bobbed up and down over his tip, making sure her tongue was doing half the work, as Negan tangled his digits into her caramel-blonde hair, bucking his hips gently into her mouth.
She chanced another glance up at him, noticing him frowning, his eyes closed, as he gulped hard, sending his bearded adam's-apple travelling down his throat, before rising up again.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Doll-face," he managed to utter thickly, as Blake took his entire length now into her mouth, gagging slightly at the contact with her throat, before pulling herself from him with a audiable 'pop', and repeating the process once again…knowing just what kind of sensation that would send coursing through the dark-haired Saviour's body.
She heard Negan let out a sudden hard grunt, as his belt chinked with the rapid movement between them, before Negan's hand slowly slipped from Blake's hair, instant moving around to her jawline insisted, as he lifted her gaze suddenly to his face, causing her to pull back from his dick, breathing hard and looking like a scolded schoolgirl.
"On the bed, Princess," he growled, his voice harsher now than before, with a dark wanting look in his eye.
And Blake didn't need to be asked twice, as she got to her feet, sauntering over to the bed and sitting down gently, as Negan pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a tanned and lean torso beneath, with a smattering of dark hair which led all the way down the his hard cock, still sagging out from his unzipped jeans.
It wasn't a moment later that he had drawn the gap between them closed, hovering over her and capturing his lips with hers yet again in an ache-filled kiss.
His strong hand wrapped around her waist, and dragging her now, further up the bed.
Blake could feel his hard cock pressed up against her bare inner thigh, leaving a trail of dripping hot pre-cum, trailing across her smooth skin, as he mouth dove in to hers, his lips attacking hers again and again.
But Blake had barely raised a hand to his salt and pepper bearded face, when Negan pulled his mouth from hers, staring down at her with hooded lidded eyes…conveying what he wanted to her wordlessly.
But her reading him in her fraught and heated state, didn't really matter now, for Negan lowered himself slowly down her body, dipping his dark head and pressing hard open-mouthed kisses firstly to her collarbone, her upper breast, pulling down the strap on her bra and pulling out her left breast from it, sucking at her nipple.
Blake let out a breathless moan, as the muscles in her stomach tightened at the contact and her hips thrusted up from the bed….so desperate for him now…as he ran his tongue slowly down to her chest….her stomach, peppering her lower abdomen with gentle kisses…
Blake lowered her hands to her hips now, making to push down her panties for him.
But Negan caught her in the act, instead giving a small reprimanding huff and pulling himself up and grasping her wrists tightly in his hands, and pinning the down either side of her shoulders.
"You really gonna take that job away from me, Sweetheart," he uttered in a husky tone, grinning now from ear-to-ear, as lightning flashed outside, illuminating his face for the briefest of moments.
But Blake, too wrapped up in her haze of longing to reply, merely watched as Negan, relieved her wrists of their bonds and slid his hand down to her hips, curling a finger around her soaked panties and pulling them swiftly down her legs.
He tossed them to the bed beside them, still grinning smugly, as he shifted her legs apart, and ducked his head down, pressing a a gentle kiss to her, now-bare, inner thigh, his eyes gazing now, at the view before him.
Blake arched her back, breath hard, coming apart before he had even had the chance to touch her where she wanted.
"You have the most perfect fuckin' pussy I've ever seen in my goddamn life, Peaches," he said, almost humming the words into her hot and pink core, as his beard grazed across her thighs. "An' I bet it tastes fuckin' good too."
And with that, Blake barely had time to react, as Negan pressed his flat tongue to her soaked slit, and lapping up her creamy wetness, finally reaching her small throbbing clit.
She cried out in a breathy gasp, her fingers grasping now at the cool white sheets either side of her, as she felt Negan chuckle into her lips.
"Like fuckin' honey, sweetheart," he hummed, before pressing a gentle open-mouthed kiss to her nub, sending shockwaves through her entire body, jolting her abdomen hard.
But Negan didn't stop there, as Blake sat herself up onto her elbows now, watching him at his work, dick still out of his pants and looking as hard as ever, as his tongue worked wonders on her aching, sopping wet pussy.
She gave another hard cry, tossing her head back suddenly as Negan lapped at her juices again, as his fingers travelled up, rubbing knowledgeably against her clit, making it tingle beneath his touch.
Blake was run ragged now, feeling herself get ever wetter now, as her chest rose and fell, her body tense with desperation.
She gaped at the air trying to speak, as Negan continued with his actions, his tongue dancing over her.
But it took all of the caramel-blonde woman's strength, to press a hand to his shoulder, causing his eyes to meet hers.
She gave a painful gulp, staring down to his eyes, so, so needy now….wanting him and only him.
"Fuck me, Negan…." she managed to breathe out, her tone one of utter begging. "…please…"
Blake saw Negan smile that arrogant smile of his, obviously knowing he had bettered her at her own game…
But the dark-haired Saviour should have known better than to be so cocky...especially with her.
For as Negan made to come up and lean over her once again, Blake pushed him swiftly from her, one hand on his shoulder….instead manoeuvring him around so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, undone pants now half way down his thighs.
"Nuh-uh…" she purred seductively, smiling a wicked smile and moving off of the bed. "I want to ride you."
And with that, undoing her bra and throwing it aside, Blake climbed onto Negan's lap, straddling him, as he gazed up at her adoringly through dark chocolate eyes…as if in awe of her every moment.
She sat up on her knees for brief moment, pressing a smiling kiss to his bearded lips, as Negan's rough hands, grazed down her bare spine, before reaching down between them and grasping his now throbbing dick in her hand.
She could feel his head tight, stiff and sticky with pre-cum between her fingers, as she rocked backwards, allowing it to slide slickly across her drenched entrance.
She saw Negan let out a brief gulp again, but his chin was lowered now, his jaw clenched in a a look of sheer frustration.
He manged to hold out for along few seconds, before he parted his lips, groaning out an urging- "Just fuckin' ride me already, Darlin'."
And Blake once again, smiled, doing exactly as she was told and lowering herself down onto his large dick.
But her smile only lasted for a pinprick of a moment, as she gasped, as she slid down onto him, as his cock stretched her wide, filling her up to her core.
Negan too let out a severe groan, as his eyes darkened, and he lifted her slightly with one hand against her lower back and one at the narrow of her waist, before pulling her back down onto him hard.
Blake let out another sharp cry and her eyes rolled back in her head as the pair of them repeated the motion…again…and again…building momentum, Blake bucked her hips, placing both hands to his shoulders as she locked eyes with him.
This was everything both had them had wanted for so long….and was better than Blake could ever have imagined it being.
Their pace was building now, as she felt him sliding in and out of her soaking wet entrance, perfectly moulded for him.
Negan's hands were rough at her sides, and she guessed that his fingers would likely leave bruises and marks on her skin in the morning, but she didn't care. A few weeks ago, she would have been privy to much less pleasurable bruises than these.
Blake felt her eyes closing lazily, a pleasure building inside her now, as she rode his dick, faster and faster...the sounds of rain outside barely masking the bed creaking beneath them, or the sound of skin on skin slapping against each other.
But there was only so fast Blake's hips could move, even with Negan's help at her waist…
….and so giving a small grunt , the bearded Saviour grabbed roughly at her waist, pulling her to him….and in one sleek movement, rolled her onto her back…all while his cock still twitched inside her.
The angle here was better...for both Negan and Blake, and he leaned over her, entwining his fingers with hers and pinning them either side of her head, leaving her utterly and hopelessly at his mercy.
Negan's speed now quickened, his hips pounding into her wet core hard and fast, as his lips caught hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
She could taste herself on his tongue now…acidic and yet sweet….as he grunted into her, before he could stop himself, causing Blake to let out a moan of her own as her please began to build.
"Holy-fuckin'-shit, Doll," he managed to groan out, as he pulled back, his breath now ragged as he pressed his heavy brow to hers, his gaze meeting with her green lust-filled orbs, as he plunged his dick into her again and again. "Daddy ain't gonna last long at this fuckin' rate."
But Blake knew she wasn't too far behind him now, hearing their contact wet between them now, Negan's throbbing cock now slick with her juices.
Blake arched her back, her eyelids fluttering closed, almost there, when she felt Negan's hand suddenly move from hers, instead sliding down to the space between them, and darting his fingers over her swollen and tingling clit.
And it was then that, Blake's breath hitched sharply, her free hand moving to Negan's shoulder, his fingernails grazing across his skin.
"Ohhh…" she whimpered. "…nghhh…Negan….I…"
But before she could let out another ragged, word, Negan's hips ground into her roughly, sending shockwaves flowing through her entire body….
…..coming completely undone…
She arched her back, her eyes rolling back into her head, as Negan pressed a kiss to the space between her breasts, before feeling her clench around his cock…
...as she came hard….
….her head taught against the cool sheets behind her….crying out in sheer pleasurable agony, her thighs shaking as she did so.
But at this, feeling her spilling her juices all over his already sodden cock, Negan let out a loud audible '…fuck…" before grasping his dick suddenly in his hand and sliding it from Blake's throbbing pussy.
He gave a few swift pumps, leaning over her tight and slender body, his eyes now black with a carnal lust, as he gazed down at her, before he finally parted his lips and grunted, as he doused Blake's smooth abdomen with load after load of hot cum sending it shooting up and peppering the underside of her heaving breasts.
His hand moved against his cock, pressing it to her skin, as the last of it oozed from his tip onto her stomach.
Blake blinked tiredly, exhausted, but somehow in the gloom of the room, with the rain lashing against the windows outside, her eyes still managed to find his chocolate ones.
She gave the smallest gulps, before giving a soft sort of smile…
..that was thankfully reciprocated just a moment later by Negan, who grinned, panting hard, trying to catch his breath as he stared down at her.
"Fuck me, Peaches," he finally huffed out. "Why the shit weren't we doing that weeks ago?"
And with that, he grasped up her abandoned panties from the mattress beside him, before wiping up every inch of his sticky cum from her body, before balling the underwear up in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder onto the floor.
He gave a chuckle, leaning over her before he once again captured his lips in her, pressing his fingers to her slender neck and pulling her up to meet him.
Blake smiled once again into his kiss, and gave a small relieved laugh, as a crack of thunder echoed loudly overhead.
"What's so funny?" he asked, pulling back slightly, his bearded chin tickling her cheek, as he eyed her bemusedly in the darkness.
But Blake just shrugged, licking her lips and coming to sit up on the bed as Negan eased himself from her.
"I guess now that we've fucked, you can leave," she said glancing away and looking at the clock on her nightstand in a mock-tone of boredom. "Door's over there."
But Negan merely grinned, letting out a small appreciative chuckle, as his hand suddenly darted to her waist.
"Oh I ain't goin' anywhere, Darlin'" he said raising both his eyebrows fiendishly.
He gave a poignant nod, and stared at her with a teasing look.
"You and me...well, we're cuddlin', Doll-face."
And with that, Blake let out a squeal of laughter as Negan pinned her back down onto the bed….
….kissing her hard once more.
Finally, right?
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