Rated M.

Blake awoke to a soft, warm sunlight trickling gently over her face. It was supposed to have been raining today, but it seemed as though the rain had passed through overnight, leaving nothing but a clear, bright day ahead.

The caramel-blonde woman smiled to herself, grizzling her face into the fluffy pillow beneath her head and let out a small purr of contentment, soon feeling two strong arms drift their way lazily around her body.

"Mornin', Peaches…" hummed a low, gravelly voice into her mussed-up hair, as the hands pulled her back with a sharp tug into a firm body behind her.

Negan.

She could smell him…that heady musky scent that made her want to submit to him so badly…that primal feeling of 'him being hers' overwhelming her now.

But Blake gave another soft groan out, feeling almost at once, Negan's stiff erection press up against her ass.

"That how you say good morning, huh?" she murmured softly, opening a single bleary eye and peering at him over her shoulder.

There he was this morning, looking husky, baring his wide, white teeth in a devilish grin, as his lips reached her bare shoulder, pressing a single kiss to her warm, smooth skin.

"You fuckin' complainin', Darlin?" he growled, as his mouth reached the space between her neck and shoulder, kissing oh-so deliciously slowly there, making Blake roll her eyes back into her head and give a pleasurable shiver.

She smirked to herself now, biting down onto her lip.

She certainly wasn't complaining…

And that was proved by Blake shoving her body backwards and grinding her ass against Negan's swollen member.

He gave a throaty grunt in reaction to this, but Blake was unrelenting, doing it again.

She was fully aware of how precarious the situation was, with both of them naked beneath the tangle of sheets.

Right now ANYHING could happen….

And it wasn't long before it did, with Blake unable to resist…..lifting herself up a little, and allowing Negan to give his cock a swift few pumps, before positioning it at her entrance from behind.

Blake could already feel her chest tightening and her breathing become shallow in her throat.

God she wanted him so much.

'Four times in twenty four hours' much, in fact!

And right now, feeling herself slide herself down onto his throbbing dick, was no less wanted that the three other times that had had sex since this time yesterday morning.

That feeling of desperation….of longing….of being unable to keep their hands off one another.

Blake let out a soft moan, as Negan held her taut body in place by her hips, thrusting up gently into her.

It was as though both of them were still half-asleep, lost in a wonderful and pleasurable dream…as whispers of hot breaths and moans, filled the sunny bedroom.

It felt so good to have him inside of her now, fucking her from behind….

But these slow and languid strokes lasted for only a few moments, as both of them almost frustrated at the easy pace, feeling things gradually heating between them…

…and so it was no surprise, that, slipping his cock from her for a brief couple of seconds, Negan, grabbing Blake a little roughly, flipped her forwards against the mattress (as she gave a playful squeal), and sat up against his knees, positioning himself once against at her hot, wet entrance, before letting out a groan, burying himself in her hot folds.

Oh god, this angle felt good….

And it didn't take a moment for the dark-haired saviour to grab at her hips, pulling her ass up a little towards him, as he fucked her hard.

Blake grabbed at the sheets beneath her, frowning slightly in pleasurable agony at the pace and feeling of the leader of the Saviours pounding her tight pussy.

She panted out hard, giving a gulp, and turning her head slightly, as he grunted behind her.

"This how you fuck all your wives?" she asked, licking her lips, goadingly, expecting a reaction from him.

And a reaction she got, hearing him gave an amused hum, catching his own ragged breath.

"Not fuckin' quite, Sweetheart," Negan grinned. "Is this you finally callin' yourself one of my wives then?"

But Blake let out a whine as he thrust into her hard.

"Uhhgghh…definitely not," she uttered out. "Less wife…more…hmmm….lets go with fuck buddy."

From behind her she heard Negan pause momentarily in his work and suck at his teeth, before suddenly, she felt two hands press against the mattress either side of hers, feeling his broad torso body fall down against her back. And it wasn't a second later that his lips found her ear.

"Now that is a fuckin' title I could get behind, Peaches…" he said thickly, as a harsh groan suddenly escaped his lips.

Blake closed her eyes, feeling exactly what he did…a sudden wave of pleasure washing over her.

And this feeling was soon joined by an even better one, as Negan rode her ass, allowing one of his tanned hands to slip down beneath her and find that hot space between her legs.

Blake cried out now, feeling his digits glide over her sensitive clit.

"Unnnff….oh, please….yes…touch me there…" she pleaded now, giving a frown of pleasure and hanging her head low.

But into her ear she heard Negan give a chuckle.

"There?…Does my fucking girl want it there? Hmm?"

With that last word Negan began to thrust harder into her, matching his pace with the thumbing of her nub.

And Blake could barely give a nod in return, as stars suddenly appeared across her vision, and a pulsing orgasm shot through her entire body.

"Unnnghh…yes….ohhhhhh…."

And Negan, lifting his hand from her, pulling himself upright once more, grabbing her hips hard, plunged his cock again and again into her tight convulsing entrance….

And it wasn't even a minute later, that Negan, with a deep frown plastered across his features and a hard gulp trailing its way down his bearded throat, grunted out harshly, pulling his glazed dick from her slit and holding it to her ass, as stream after stream of hot cum covered Blake's smooth skin….

Thirty short minutes later, Blake stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging inside Negan's closet on the far side of his ample room, doing up the back of her lacy black bra.

She had just spent a long ten minutes languishing in Negan's hot shower, and had quickly escaped with peals of carrying laughter, as Negan had come up behind her and decided to join her.

But now she was here, dried off and admiring her rosy-cheeked complexion, as she heard the shower switch off and a second later a pair of heavy footsteps make their way out of the bathroom.

Blake plucked her black satin wrapped dress of the corner of the wardrobe door, before shrugging it neatly over her shoulders, just as she recognised a familiar face approached her from behind.

And less that a second later, Negan had pressed him warm, damp and looming form up against her back, looping his arms around her middle possessively and resting his wet and salt-and-pepper speckled chin against her shoulder.

"Hey, you're getting my dress all wet!" Blake scolded in playful voice, but despite this, still nuzzling back into him.

Negan gave a wide grin.

"Well if that means you'll have to take it off again, Sweetheart…" he goaded, gripping her middle hard and causing Blake to smirk.

"Stop it," she reprimanded softly, attempting as best she could to tie the dress at her waist, wrestling against Negan's calloused hands. "I promised I'd be down to help out in the gardens early today, and it's already almost eleven-"

But she suddenly stopped what she was saying, and closed her eyes in a state of utter bliss as Negan began to press hot and scratchy kisses to her neck.

He pulled his mouth away just long enough to growl and argument in reply.

"Well, as leader of this goddamn shit-heap of a place, I am givin' you the day off, Princess," he murmured out in between lazy kisses. "That's means you can come the fuck back to bed. And that way, you can show me what else 'just friends' can fuckin' do for each other…"

Blake smiled, rolled her eyes and tutting as she swatted his hands away and tied her dress up tightly.

"Later, ok?" she purred gently, lifting a hand to Negan's cheek and drawing his gaze up to meet hers in the reflection of the mirror.

Negan gave a scathing grumble, but even so relented as Blake pulled herself gently from his grasp and waltzed over to the door, swaying her hips tauntingly as she did so.

She knew of course that Negan's eyes were on her, and it brought her a lot of pleasure to know that right now he wanted her, just as much as she wanted him. That was obvious.

The pair were smitten with each other. Absolutely head over heels.

And Blake would claw the eyes out of anyone who said otherwise.

Blake planning to hurriedly change into something more comfortable for gardening in before heading outside, into the morning sun for the day, tugged open the large wooden door to Negan's room.

But she paused there for a moment, glancing back at the towel clad-Negan over her shoulder, still stood by his closet, eyeing her with a bemused, grin dancing its way across his lips.

"What?" she questioned gently, narrowing her smudgy eyes bemusedly back at him.

But Negan just blinked heavily and was silent for a long moment before shaking his head.

"Nothin', Darlin''," he muttered, but there was a knowing hint to his voice, that made Blake's gaze travel over his long, tanned and bearded face for a long minute…..

…...before she pulled herself away with a smile, and headed out of the door, shutting it closed behind her with a small snap.

Negan still grinning happily to himself, long after she had gone.

So unanimously people voted FOR smut, and not against. Yay! I just think smut is kinda very Negan. And now kinda very 'Nake' too. ;) So I hope you all don't mind me carrying on with it in that case?

Thanks to masquerade04, Hmc09, rissbenzo, Guest, kaylee00, sreid045, JasminJW, chelseajowhite, CLTex, taterbug0491, ElysiumPhoenix, Green, Guest, alliesmiley2, Nedstark39, Guest6, MissIndependent101, Frangoghm, Hannah, angelvoice15, fearlessambrose, CrimsonSurvivor, QueenSarcasm and Guest for reviewing.

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