Rated M. It's a long one!

"So you've never played 'I've never' with your wives?" said Blake with a small laugh just five minutes later.

The sun was still bright orange in the sky, throwing a warm, hazy sort of glow over the caramel-blonde woman, still sat in the front of the RV, staring out at the view ahead.

Negan, strolling back through the partition that divided the seats up front and the living area behind, gave a bemused chuckle.

"Nope," he replied with a shake of his head, popping the 'p' and making a face as he eased the cork out of a dusty old bottle of red wine. "Never had the fucking pleasure, Doll."

Blake smiled up at him, as he uncorked the wine, before dropping down into the passenger seat immediately beside her with a stiff groan, throwing a leather-clad arm over the back of her seat possessively.

"Well then, maybe in that case, we should play," she purred in a fiendish voice, turning her body to face him now. "Seeing as you brought the alcohol."

Negan looked her way, leaning back comfortably against the seat and cocked a dark eyebrow at her, grinning.

"This the game that got you so fuckin' inebriated that one time, Darlin'?" asked Negan questioningly, tilting his long tanned face towards her.

Blake felt her cheeks flush now, but waved a hand dismissively at him.

"Yeah, but it'll be fun," she uttered in an airy tone, snatching the bottle of wine from his hand and crossing her bare legs neatly, feeling his eyes fully on her now. "I'll go first…"

Negan licked his lips, his hand drifting eagerly to Blake's thigh, barely covered now by her pale blue cotton dress, but Blake raised both eyebrows and pressed a hand to his chest, swatting him away.

"Ah, ah, ah…" she said in a delicious tone, eyeing him. "You play with me first, and then I'll play with you."

At once, Negan's grin widened amorously, his dark eyes trickling over her features.

"Fine…" he said in a husky voice, providing her with a simpering look in return. "Go ahead…"

Blake chewed on her lip thinking for a moment and staring back out at the eye-catching sunset to her right, flipping her long caramel-hair back over her shoulder.

"Ok, I've never….driven an RV," she said happily as she turned back to face him finally. "So, because you have, you have to drink."

Negan offered her a goading look, narrowing his own chocolate eyes in her direction, but soon snatched the wine bottle out of her hand once again and took a long swig before wiping at his mouth with his fingers.

"Alright," he said, shifting in his seat slightly, as he stared at Blake. "I've never…played 'I've never'."

Blake grinned and rolled her eyes, allowing him to hand her the dusty bottle of wine before taking a long sip of her own.

It tasted good, better than the wine the wives were allowed at least, and Blake smiled almost shyly as she pulled the bottle from her lips.

The pair of them were close….not just physically….but it was as though they were the last two people left on this earth now…up here….where nothing else seemed to matter.

"Ok, my turn," she sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, as Negan parted his lips, leaning his elbow up on the back of the seat, gazing at her.

"I've never…" she looked about yet again, as the sun slowly set in the burning sky before them. "…I've never….…been here before."

Her eyes travelled back and forth over the beautiful scenery stretching out in front of them, like a postcard.

But Negan, who unbeknownst to Blake had his eyes fixed on her and only her now, just took the bottle of wine and took another swig, nodding his head.

"I used to come here a fuckin' hell of a lot on field trips, right before the entire fuckin' world went to shit," said the dark-haired Saviour matter-of-factly.

But Blake just eyed him in a bemused manner, cocking an eyebrow his way.

"You were a teacher?" she asked in a tone of utter disbelief, pulling a smirking face. Unable to ever picture Negan standing at the front of a class, teaching kids about calculus or history.

But Negan merely ran a hand down his bearded chin, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Not quite," he answered. "I was a coach….among other fuckin' things."

But Blake just smiled widely...feeling here heart flutter.

It was as though for the first time, sitting here, Blake was seeing Negan for what he really was….more than just the leader of the Saviours. What he had been like before all this…

"Figures…" she murmured, chewing on her lip, her green eyes roving across his own blinking orbs.

But Negan threw her a grin.

"An' why's that, Peaches?" he asked in a low, urging voice…the tension in the truck, thick now...as Negan's hand drifted back over to Blake's thigh…

"Well I'm guessing that's where you get that commanding tone of yours from," she said wrinkling her nose teasingly as she spoke.

Negan cocked his head to the side, his fingers gliding easily up her skin…gently pushing up the fabric of her blue cotton summer dress…

"An' I'm guessin' you like when I use that tone with you, Darlin'…" he murmured in reply, reaching up with his other hand and brushing a stand of hair away from her collarbone.

But Blake knew exactly what he was trying to do….

She smiled seductively but gave a sigh…not allowing herself to lean forward and her lips to meet his….instead, crossing her legs over one another once more, and allowing his hand to slip from her skin.

She knew what was coming….

And, as predicted, Negan almost at once, let out a hungry growl under his breath.

But Blake jus, ignored him, merely smirking and turning her head back to the setting sun.

"Alright, I'll go," said Negan with a small huff. "I've never…."

He bit down onto his lip, staring around for a moment and thinking, before his chocolate orbs finally landed back on Blake, his mouth curving up into a wide, shit-eating grin.

"…given head to a guy…"

He offered Blake a suggestive look, which only caused to make her smirk and roll her eyes, sighing, before bringing the wine bottle up to her lips.

But she was mid-way through a small swig, when she felt Negan tip up the bottom of the wine bottle with his hand.

Blake squealed, trying to hold back her laughter, trying not to choke at the same time, before shoving his hand away and pulling the bottle from her lips, gasping for air.

"Ugh, stop, Negan!" she scolded, shaking her head, and wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.

But Negan raised his eyebrows in a failing attempt to look innocent. "I'm just sayin' Sweetheart," he chimed in a low gravelly tone. "That you're gonna need to drink a lot more. Cause', hell, I know that you're pretty much a fuckin' expect when it comes to givin' blow-jobs, if the one you gave me the other night was anythin' to go by. I mean, shit, I've been tryin' not to cum ever since, just thinkin' about it!"

Blake gave a laugh, shaking her head, her cheeks turning ever so slightly pink.

"Shut up," she reprimanded, before taking another sip of wine to recover, as Negan chuckled, his tongue reaching his back molars, as he eyed her fondly.

The caramel-blonde woman gave a small sigh and shifted in her seat slightly staring out at the view.

It really was incredible, and Blake still could not get over the fact that Negan had thought to bring her head…dragging her from the monotony of life down there in the real world…and taking her to someplace where they could be alone….him wanting her company, that much.

She wondered if he had brought any of his wives up here…Tanya…Frankie…perhaps Sherry… Or was this a privilege only she had earned?

But she smiled softly to herself now...hoping it was the latter that was the truth.

"Y'know, all this…" said Blake chancing a glance back at Negan siting close beside her. "…it's kinda romantic. If I didn't know any better, I'd have said you had a soft-spot for me…."

She half-expected the bearded Saviour to chuckle, but instead he merely stared back at her, his brown eyes earnest.

"From the first time I fuckin' saw you, Darlin," he answered in a low voice. "Standin' there defying your fi-an-ce enough, for him to hit you upside the face."

Blake rolled her eyes and let out the smallest of huffs, setting down the wine bottle on the floor beside them.

"Ugh, I do not want to talk about David on my birthday, thank you," she uttered firmly.

And Negan gave a slow nod of understanding.

"Noted sweetheart," he said blinking slowly, his lips twitching up as he went in for a third try at her thigh, sliding his tanned digits up and over her smooth skin, heading upwards…. "So let's go back to first fuckin' impressions shall we?"

Blake pursed her lips, smiling now.

"What did you think of me when you first clapped those pretty green eyes on me, back at the Sanctuary?" he pressed, staring back at her expectantly, his hand sliding higher.

She pressed her lips together, narrowing her eyes and thinking for a second or two before answering.

"Well your reputation kinda preceded you, so I pretty much thought you were a crazy asshole who was gonna kill me at any moment," she sighed, her eyes glancing down to his hand that was steadily inching ever higher on her thigh.

But Negan just licked at his lips, his dark eyes still on her face.

"So it took me a while to wear you down, huh?" he said leaning in towards her now, a hint of a cocky grin littering his long and tanned features.

But Blake merely sighed once more dismissively, arching an eyebrow up towards him.

"Who says you've worn me down?" she asked in a light tone, glancing away and beginning to examine her nails…knowing exactly how much that would rile Negan up.

And, as if on cue, Negan marvelled at her hungrily, a bemused frown shifting its way between his brows.

"Oh, Darlin'," he began, suddenly moving his body over hers now, and pressing her back against the seat behind her. "…you can deny it all you want. But I can tell just how soaked those lil' panties of yours get…when I look at you…"

He hovered his lips over hers now perilously, as Blake raised her eyes to meet his, her heart beginning to thud in her chest.

She felt a lump appear in her throat and warmth spread between her legs…hot and slick…

"….when I touch you….." Negan continued, his hand sliding up her tanned and slender thigh, and pushing up the skimpy fabric of her cotton dress. "…when you're beggin' me to slide my hand up that goddamn hot-as-fuck dress of yours…."

Blake stared up him with heavy lust-filled eyes, letting out a short sharp gasp before she could stop herself, as his digits suddenly met with her soaked core through the damp fabric of her underwear.

But Negan was unrelenting now, lowering his chin, his eyes suddenly blackening with utter need….

…..as he parted his lips, watching her face carefully, as his fingers pushed the fabric that lay between them and her sopping wet slit aside, sliding their way easily inside her.

Blake's own fingers, positioned on the seat at her side, dug into the grey upholstery instantly, as her other hand curled around the fabric of Negan's t-shirt, visible through his now-unzipped leather jacket.

Her stomach convulsed at the contact, her breaths coming ragged in her throat, before he had even started anything.

"Oh, fuck me, Darlin'," he groaned, his frown deeper now, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip, as he felt just how wet she was…

…all for him…

And it wasn't a second later, that he had leant over her even more, his free hand rising up to Blake's neck, as he captured her swollen and panting lips with his.

He tasted like wine…sweet and woody….as Blake couldn't help but open her mouth to him….moaning as she licked at his tongue with her own.

She could feel her abdomen tightening, as Negan's tanned fingers dipped their way expertly in and out of her dripping core, before sliding up and across her clit. Massaging her throbbing and aching mound, as his lips lapped against hers…making the most deliciously-wet sound, Blake' had ever heard…

At that moment, she could barely breathe…so intoxicated by Negan's scent, his taste, his touch…everything about him in fact…

….so vulnerable to him right now…

But this was not how this game of theirs worked….she could not let him get the upper hand….he was not about to win this round.

And so, with that, she gave his leather-clad chest a small shove, causing his mouth, and also unfortunately his fingers to leave her.

But as Negan shot her a dark, questioning look, Blake could only smile in response as she hitched up her dress, pushing him back down onto the seat beside them, before coming up onto her knees and straddling his lap easily.

Negan's tanned and calloused fingers found her thighs now, gripping them tightly….but even so, the caramel-blonde woman did not lower herself down onto him….

…instead, it was barely a moment later that her hand moved down to the space beneath her, and found his hard dick, tight and straining against his pants.

Now it was her turn to whisper words into his ear that would make him come undone.

"And I know just how hard you get when you think of me, Daddy," she murmured into his ear in retaliation, leaning into him, and beginning to massage his stiff cock through his tight jeans.

Negan let out a sudden loud, guttural groan which caught Blake by surprise, but made her continue with her teasing nonetheless.

"Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?" she purred, suddenly removing her hand and instead lowering herself down onto him and grinding on him hard, causing him to immediately buck his hips, his jaw clenching as he placed a firm hand to her hips holding her in place.

He looked completely captivated by her now…enthralled by her every movement and by every single syllable that left her tongue…

But she blinked up at him, through her long lashes, running her tongue over her bottom lip.

"Do you want to fuck my tight, wet little pussy….on my birthday, Daddy?" she asked with a pout, tilting her head to the side and allowing her mass of long caramel hair to drift over her shoulder.

Negan was, at those words, rendered completely speechless, parting his lips and mouthing at the air…

…but Blake was nowhere near done yet….

And with that, Blake took his hand, that had, just a moment ago, been inside her, and brought his digits up to her mouth, carefully sucking each one of them clean of her juices, on-by-one.

It was only when she was done, did she slowly lift her gaze to finally meet with his…giving an immediate gulp.

For Blake had never seen the look that had passed over Negan's face before….

…dark and possessive…

…as he growled with an animalistic need…

…suddenly grasping both of Blake's thighs between his sticky digits, both lifting them both up from their seat.

Blake grinned, pressing a hungry kiss to his mouth, as her hands moved to his bearded face, holding onto his tight as he carried her, first, through into the living room…..but the pair did not stop here, Negan lingering only long enough to readjust his grip on her ass, as he walked with her through the narrow doorway at the end of the RV, and into the dimly lit bedroom, illuminated now by just a faint light streaming through the shaded blind up on the far left of the room.

Ignoring the fake petals completely, Negan dropped Blake down gently onto the large bed, hovering above her as he reached up beneath her dress and pulled down her panties with one swift swoop….

…before crashing his lips into hers.

The intensity of him right now was overwhelming…the growling groans of want being emitted from his mouth…as his tongue swirled against hers, pinning her down against the mattress below.

But Blake wanted him more than she could say, and it wasn't a second later that her hands slid down, fumbling between them and undoing his belt buckle and pulling down his pants zipper hurriedly.

Negan pulled his lips away from hers for a brief moment staring down as she pulled his stiff and throbbing cock from its confinement, him letting out a harsh growl of want as she did so.

But they were as eager as each other, Negan's hands too drifting down and hitching up Blake's dress, his fingers sliding between her thighs once again making for the creamy wetness at her centre.

But his digits barely lingered there long, as, with bodies aching for the other's, Negan's dick was already at her entrance, his swollen tip sliding across her sopping folds.

A guttural grunt escaped his lips, as his chocolate eyes met with hers, in the hazy darkness of the rear of the truck.

And before Negan's mouth reached Blake's once more, he was already inside her, with one slow, wet thrust, jamming his hips down hard onto hers.

Blake's eyes rolled back into her head, letting out a soft, carrying moan of pleasure, at the contact between his dick against her g-spot, as well as his pelvic bone against her clit.

"Jeez, Sweetheart," Negan breathed in a gruff voice, pressing his face into her collarbone, as he paused in his movements for a lengthy moment. "You're gonna make Daddy blow his entire fuckin' load early if you keep makin' noises like that."

Blake lifted the back of her hand to her face smiling, as Negan lifted his own head up to gaze at her.

That frown was still there, across his now, sweat-laden brow, but he seemed to look down on her now, almost awe-stuck, as she lay beneath him, still in that cotton dress…waiting for him to bring her to the edge.

And it was a long moment, as the pair of them breathed, staring back at one another, before Blake lifted her head off the mattress behind her, to capture his lips with hers.

She felt him press a grin to her mouth as he began, bucking his hips once again inside her, almost as though he was reminding her that he was still in control here….and, for the first time all evening, Blake wanted him to be…

She drew her mouth back from him, panting, her ample chest rising and falling hard beneath his own, fully clothed one….for there was no time now to slip the leather jacket from his shoulders, or indeed shuck his white t-shirt from his skin…

She wanted him…oh so badly…drawing her chin down and peering up at him with rounded, darkened eyes full of lust…

"Make me cum, Daddy," she purred, almost begging him now…

And it didn't take Negan a second to frown down at her wantingly….with black, thirst-filled eyes…

Was this what he looked like when he was killing someone, Blake immediately thought? But any serious mental ability was cut short, by Negan's hand sliding down to her waist, throwing up her dress further, despite it not even being in his way, before thrusting up into her hard.

"Oh, I'm gonna make you see fuckin' stars, Darlin'," he said with a growl, leaning his face into her ear, grunting once again as he thrusted again sharply, sending wave of pleasure washing up through Blake.

Blake moaned out again, arching her back against him and moving her hand's up to the back of his head, culring her fingers into the back of his dark, damp hair.

But Negan pulled back from her slightly, his tanned digits moving up and wrapping themselves around her throat.

Blake gasped for breath, tingling at the pleasure as his grip tightened against the skin of her neck…

Negan began to quicken his pace now, pounding into her, the sound of the his belt chinking, and skin slapping against skin, filling the entire RV now…combining in the atmosphere somewhere with the pair's hot humid breaths.

"You want me to make you cum?" pressed the bearded Saviour, his fingers tightening around her throat. This was power play for sure…but one that Blake liked very much, wanting to submit to him right now.

But she could only let out a hurried nod, as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside her with every stroke, causing pleasure to build deep within her abdomen.

"Then I want you to fuckin' beg for it, birthday girl," he growled, staring down at her with black, need-filled eyes. "Beg me to make you cum, Sweetheart."

Blake moaned again as he choked her hard, the breath seeming to expel from her lungs, leaving her completely at his mercy now…

But she revelled in it…knowing that right at this moment, he wanted her and only her.

"Please…" she managed to gasp out, as Negan slid his dick into her breathing hard. "Negan…I…I…."

But before she could utter another word, Negan had pulled out of her and let go of her throat.

Huh?

Blake's eyes snapped fully open, to see Negan, sat back against his knees, throwing his jacket off of his shoulders, before tugging his t-shirt over his head, before tossing it, too, down onto the floor beside the bed, where both items landed with a loud whump.

But the dark-haired Saviour's eyes were not on her face any more, his gaze now instead fixed to the still throbbing, soaking-wet slit between her legs….

And, with one swift movement, he had grasped her thighs, shucking Blake's entire body further up the bed, before leaning over her, and peppering several small achingly soft kisses to her inner thighs.

Blake let her head fall back against the sheets, her eyes rolling back into her head, yearning for his mouth to move closer to her hot folds….

…but Negan held off….his beard feeling deliciously scratchy against her legs, as he kissed every inch of her…apart from the place where she really wanted him to…

"Please…" she breathed out desperately, feeling Negan finally press a grin into her skin….…before suddenly, licking at her achingly tender clit…

The action itself sent an intimate wave of pleasure coursing through Blake now, making her grasp at the sheets beneath her frantically, her spine curving….as she gasped out.

"Ohhh…please…yhhmmm….t-there…."

At her words Negan repeated the action again, slower this time…allowing Blake time to revel in the moment… letting a short heady groan leave her lips….as a wave of desire shot up through her entire body.

Negan obviously enjoyed hearing these illicit noises leaving her throat…as it was barely a moment later that he picked up his pace, flicking his tone over her throbbing nub, before two fingers joined his tongue, burying their way beneath her folds.

Blake gasped out…already feeling her orgasm building inside her now, as Negan pumped his two fingers into her, and his tongue licked at her sensitive clit…working her into submission.

Blake's eyes fluttered closed, as she panted her lips…gasping for breath, finding it harder to breathe now than she had when Negan had had his hand wrapped around her throat….

…her mind dwelled on that now, as he hummed into her pussy, licking at her juices and fingering her…..how she was fully his…powerless beneath his touch….

Blake moaned out as his tongue darted over her, the quickening movements between his tongue and his fingers syncing up…building up a sensation of pure bliss into of her abdomen.

And it was only when Blake, almost whining out now, felt him give a growling groan against her clit…that she finally came apart….her walls clenching around his soaked fingers…

Oh god…

Oh godddd….

She cried out loudly, her back arching off the bed, her thighs clenching around the dark-haired Saviour's head…

Feeling her orgasm hit her again….and again….and again…

The sheets were balled inside her fists now, as Blake's thighs trembled, clinging onto every last moment of sheer pleasure he had given her.

She breathed in and out, and in again, as her heart resumed its normal pace as she let go of the sheets, now damp beneath her grasp.

Negan somewhere near to her, gave a small stiff groan, easing himself back up onto the mattress beside her. Blake feeling it creak beneath his weight.

The caramel-blonde woman finally turned her head and opened her eyes, seeing him at her side, grinning that oh-so-smug grin of his.

He had his head propped up against his elbow now, his chest tanned with its usual smattering of dark hair, as his still-stiff dick, sagging out of his pants, looking very much like it had enjoyed the show, had the smallest amount of pre-cum dripping from its straining purple tip.

Negan lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, as she panted along beside him, smoothing her dress back down over her exposed legs.

He widened his grin now, his brown eyes grazing over every inch of her face.

"You see those stars, Peaches?" he asked, blinking slowly at warmly down at her.

And Blake could only grace him with a smile in return.

"Yhhhmm," she said, dragging her teeth across her bottom lip slowly, giving him a nod.

God, he was everything to her right now…

Everything she had ever wanted. The first man in her life to give a shit about her on her birthday…

…and that was why, the moment Blake had caught her breath enough, throwing the dark-haired Saviour a devilish smile as she did so…she lifted herself from the mattress, before crawling to the space in between Negan's legs.

"…but now it's your turn to see them…" she said in a deliciously naughty tone, as she grinned taking his hard length in her hand, before moving her mouth down to meet it.

But right at the last second, she peered up at the bearded man, now propped up onto his elbows watching her in awe, as she licked her lips and grinned up at him fiendishly.

"….Daddy…."

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