"Marry you?" A laugh escaped your lips as he frowned down at you. His mood had been playful, but you had ruined that with your laugh. You had thought he had been joking but, apparently not.
"You can't be fucking serious. You already have a damn room full."
"But, I don't have you doll. You can't tell me you like that shitty kitchen job." A smirk settled on his face as he said this. His huge frame looked odd lounging in your little bed. His head rested on his palm as he looked you over unashamedly. You could see the little muscles rippling under the skin over his jaw. His biceps flexed ever so slightly, causing his gun tattoo to dance.
You sighed. The sex was fantastic. But marriage was still a little much. In a fluid movement, you slid off of your bed and began to get dressed. Seconds later, the bed creaked as a heavy weight shifted off the bed. You turned around in time to see his toned calves and ass. His rippling shoulders and strong back disappeared under his white t-shirt. Within minutes both of you were fully dressed again.
"Remember my offer sweetheart. I certainly hope that won't be the last damn time we fuck. I'd never deny a lady in need, you know where I am." With that, he slipped out of the room.
Damn him! You had managed to go the entire goddamned zombie apocalypse without sex, but now it was the only thing on your mind. You had wet dreams nearly every night. Your thighs and walls clenched every time you saw the Saviors' fearless leader strutting around the compound. You desperately wanted to have a little freaky deaky but it had only been a week since your first encounter. It might seem a little pathetic if you began to beg now.
You were pulling the late shift again. Not as late as normal, but still late. The clock read 10 and you were just finishing the last dish, when you heard an eerie whistle. The door burst open seconds later and in swaggered the Savior himself. They group had recently returned and it sounded like they had done well.
"Well isn't this a pleasant fucking surprise. I was hoping for some dinner, but this is better. I've been meaning to talk to you all week. Care to join me in my office?" A spark of mischief ignited in his eye as he said the last part.
He turned on his heels and headed toward the stairs. You trotted along behind him, trying to keep up with his longer strides. By the time he reached his office door, you were slightly annoyed that he hadn't said a word the whole way here.
"Come on in, doll." As you walked through the door, you felt his eyes on your ass. The door clicked as he shut it behind you.
"I was expecting a booty call by now. I mean, with the way you were moaning my name, I thought I'd have been back by now."
"You've got your wives to deal with, you don't need another vagina to have to fuck." This statement got his attention.
"You don't think I can satisfy all my wives and you?" With that, he pushes you up against the wall and intends to prove you wrong. His weight and arms on either side of your head hold you firmly in place. His lips ravage your neck. You gasp when he places one gloved hand between your legs. He unbuttons and unzips your jeans in record time. Soon, your jeans and panties are on the ground.
"Shit!" he growled as he slid a finger in you. "If I'd have known you were this wet, I'd have spread you out over those damn tables and ate your pussy properly."
You clenched at the implication that he even considered going down on you. His second finger entering you snapped you back to reality. You pushed down on his hand as he was stroking up. Your nipples stood in attention as his hot breath brushed over the thin fabric that shielded them from the world. His erection brushed up against your leg and you grew even wetter, like that was possible.
You expected him to slid his own jeans down and pound into you until you could no longer think strait, but he didn't. No, he did something you were not fathoming.
In a blink of an eye, he had kneeled on one knee and draped your leg over his broad shoulder. He kissed and nipped his way up your inner thigh when he stopped and looked up at you.
"What do you say, doll?"
This was possibly the most infuriating thing he had ever done to you! How dare he look so arrogant. You whimper and shift your pussy closer to his sinful mouth. There was no way in hell you were going to beg.
"What do you fucking say, doll?" He had leaned back slightly and was paying your calf the attention something else should have been getting.
"Will you please fuck my pussy until I cum?"
"Of course I will, you just had to ask." With this he turned his attention back to your center. You grab a handful of his black hair as he places his mouth over your mound. You realize he has inserted two fingers again as he thrusts into you. His tongue working on your clit is nearly too much. Your positive his scalp will hurt after this is over with the way you tug on him. He ignores this slight inconvenience and continues to suck and lick you like his life depends on it.
Within minutes you are seeing stars and screaming his name as he pushes you over the edge. At first your embarrassed by cumming all over his face, but this fades away as he laps up his prize. Removing his leg from his shoulder, he stands up. That same arrogant smirk on his face as before.
"I'd planned to get a bite to eat, but that my dear, was way fucking better than whatever is in the hellhole down there."
Another blush exploded over your face as you realized your panties were demolished and your jeans were soaked with your own juices. As if reading your mind, he walks out of the room and returns seconds later with those whimsical pajama pants.
"Put these on. It can't be said I don't take care of my lady friends." With this, he picks up the panties and puts them into his pocket. "These are mine now."