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“Does it make you fucking wet?” he winked. “And there’s Negan. Ruined it,” she sighed. “I’m sorry! It was a joke!” “Uh huh…” “Okay…half-joke. Not a good one,” he whimpered. “She’s your doctor. Show some respect,” Rick exclaimed, coming down the stairs slowly. “I said sorry,” Negan slumped in his seat. “It’s fine, Rick. He’s harmless. How are you?” Lily walked over to meet him at the cell door.

“Great. And how’s our prisoner?” he replied. “Freshly fucking trimmed, hoping for a god damn haircut and a shower,” Negan stood up, pride in his voice. “We can arrange the haircut. The shower is a different conversation for a different day,” Rick’s voice was stern in his decision.

“Rick…” Negan began but Lily interrupted, “Rick, he’s been a model patient and prisoner. Plus, if I’m going to keep spending time down here, then I really need him to start smelling better.” “I’m pretty ripe, Rick,” Negan agreed.

Rick sighed, “Fine. We’ll start you on a schedule,” he looked at Lily, “But you need to stand outside the door.” She agreed, “Of course.” “Thanks, Rick. I’ve been a little tired of fucking smelling my own…well, ya know…” Negan joked.

“Did you just…thank me?” Negan gave a proud nod. “You might be a miracle worker…” Rick couldn’t believe his ears.

“Nah. He just wants to be a part of all of this. He still has a long way to go but we’re getting there. Slowly but surely.” Lily winked at Negan and beamed. “You’ve gotten more accomplished in a month than I have in years. Well, I’ll get someone to get a haircut then we’ll get you upstairs for a shower.” Rick shut the cell door after Lily stepped out.

She turned around and said, “I’ll be back in a bit.” “I’ll miss you,” Negan snickered. She rolled her eyes as she followed Rick upstairs.

“I’m impressed. Each week he gets better and better. Maybe I’ll take him out for a run soon. He could use the experience,” Rick headed towards the front door. She nodded, “I think he’d like that. The sunshine might be good for him.”

“Stay here. I’ll go grab someone to cut his hair. Head upstairs and see if you can find some clean clothes. There should be some extra in the dresser in the master bedroom,” Rick headed out the door as Lily went upstairs.

She searched through the dresser and found a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that she assumed could fit him. Might be a little tight, she thought, Not a bad thing… She stopped herself, “Girl, no. No, no. Do not give him that satisfaction.”

 “So that’s what you look like! You always hid behind that mane,” Lily joked. “You’re welcome,” he said, standing up, “Thanks, Enid. I feel much better. And thanks for not jamming those scissors into my fucking jugular.” Enid stared at him, “I just didn’t want to get blood on my shirt.” She walked out of the cell and stomped upstairs. “What a god damn peach,” he mumbled. “Dude, you killed people she cared about. She’s gonna hate you for a while,” Lily snapped.

He shrugged, “Yeah. I deserve that shitty attitude…” “Okay, ready for that shower?” she asked. “Let’s go! Can’t wait!” He couldn’t contain his excitement.

They walked upstairs, Lily walking behind Negan for safety. “I’m not going to fucking hurt you,” he looked over his shoulder, “You’re the last person I’d ever hurt.” She looked up at him when they reached the landing, “Rick asked me to treat you like a prisoner. I’m following his request.” “I know but…I would never hurt you. Ever.”

He stared into her eyes in a way she had never seen before. She cleared her throat once more and broke eye contact, “Alright, upstairs, Casanova.” He laughed, “Told you that I’m fucking charming!” She handed him the clothes she found, “These should fit.”

“Hang onto them for me. I don’t want them to get all fucking wet and shit,” he pushed the clothes back to her. “Um, sure. Okay.” She sat them on the chair in the hallway.

“I’ll try not to be fucking long.” He walked into the bathroom and shut the door.  She exhaled heavily and sat down on the floor. God damnit, she thought, He got sexier. Still an idiot but fuck. Ugh. Do not fuck him, Lilith. You will lose your place here.

His voice echoed in the bathroom as he tried to sing an old Rolling Stones song. She shook her head and chuckled, “Jesus…” The shower stopped after about 15 minutes. She watched the door. Grab the clothes and don’t look at him… The door opened, “You got those clothes?” He stepped out into the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist.  The water ran down his chest and glistened in the dark hair that ran from his pecs down to his pelvis.  She wanted to run her fingers through it and grab hold of the cock that hid underneath the towel.  Her mouth almost watered from the fantasies that ran through her mind.

Holy fuck…. Her stare was too obvious to hide. “Lily. Clothes?” He snapped his fingers to get her attention. “Oh! Yeah! Here. Sorry… I just…” “You’re welcome,” he smirked, “I may be stuck in a shitty cell but I gotta keep these muscles tight for ya. Gotta fucking impress you somehow.”

“Shut up. Just get dressed. I need to get you back downstairs, so I can get you some lunch,” she said. “I might need some help drying off…” his wink sent a burst of heat to her core. “Get your fucking clothes on already!” She pushed him back into the bathroom.

“Damn, okay. Just trying to make you laugh. Why so cranky?” He turned around. “Not cranky. Just…get dressed…” He threw the clothes on and walked back out. “Shirt’s a little tight but it’ll do,” he said, drying his hair. The shirt hugged his biceps perfectly.  She could see his pecs flexing through the fabric and she nearly threw herself on him. Fuck….

“I’ll find you a better one next week,” she looked away. “Well, I like the reaction this one is getting from you so, I don’t mind keeping it for a while.” His toothy grin sent a chill up her spine. She shot him a dirty look., “Get downstairs. Time for lunch.”

He made his way downstairs, chuckling the whole time. “Alright, I’ll be right back. You still got water?” He nodded, shaking the bottle in her direction. She made her way to the kitchen where she had started keeping food to avoid running everywhere.

Stop thinking about him, the voice in her head scolded, He’s a cocky idiot…

She looked away, “I can’t do that right now.”  “Rick’s gone. Just come lay with me.  We don’t need to fuck…yet,” he grinned.  She laughed and rolled her eyes.  “Fine but only for a minute.  I need to bring your lunch.”  She lay down beside him, trying to keep enough space between them.  It reminded her of college and the futon mattress she kept on the floor of her first shitty apartment.

Negan smiled and sat up, “Glad you could join me, gorgeous.”  “Stop that,” she smacked his arm lightly.  “Stop what? Complimenting you?” he asked.  “Yeah.  It’s weird.” “Only because you’re not used to it. Just say thank you.”

She blushed, “Thank you…”  “Good girl,” he winked, biting his bottom lip.  “How about you only say that to me when I cum?” she told him.  His eyes got wide, “Well, alright then!”  She smiled, “Okay, I’m gonna go get your lunch.” “Or…” he grabbed her wrist, “I have a better idea…”  “What’s that?” she asked, pretending not to have a clue of his implication.  “I could have you for lunch, instead.”  His fingers caressed her skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface.  “Or you could eat actual food,” she pulled away.  

“Or I could eat your pussy and feel far more fucking satisfied with how I’ve spent my fucking afternoon.”  “Come on! What if somebody comes down here?!” she sat up.  “You’ve been coming to see me for over a month and nobody has ever come down here. Come on.  I’m rock hard and I just wanna go to town on you,” Negan pled. “Negan, I haven’t even told you if I want to keep doing that…” “Well?  Do you?”

His dark eyes started through her, already knowing the answer.  “I…I think so.  You felt incredible and I’ve never felt so good or so sexy.  And I’ve never cum so hard in my life.  So…yeah.  I do. I wanna keep fucking you.  But that’s it.  That’s all it is.  Nothing more, okay?” she wagged a finger at him as she explained herself.

“Of course.  No strings attached fucking,” he replied, gently rubbing her thigh, “Now, let me take care of you and get a taste of that sweet pussy.”  She giggled, “You’re not trying to waste any time, huh?”  “Nope!!” he exclaimed, “Your pants are always in the way when we’re together.  You should try not wearing them.”  He kissed her while he unbuttoned her jeans.  She ran her fingers through his hair and slipped her tongue inside his mouth.

She moaned softly as he squeezed her breast with one hand and gently pulled on her jeans with the other.  “Lay back,” he whispered, eyes closed.  She gave him another quick kiss before laying down on the king mattress.  He pulled her jeans and panties down in one quick motion and tossed them on the floor.  He rubbed her already wet pussy as he kissed her again.  “Fuck,” she whimpered.

He lifted her shirt up, exposing the bra that he remembered so vividly taking off before. He moved one cup aside and took her pert nipple into his mouth and gently sucked.  She tilted her hips up, signaling him to explore deeper into her. He smirked as she moaned a little louder when his fingers went inside.  Her walls clenched around his middle and ring fingers.  He fingered her slowly, allowing her orgasm to build.

“Faster…” she begged. But he didn’t, “Slow and steady, baby. I don’t want you to cum yet.”  She writhed and grabbed her tits as he made his way down, kissing every inch of her skin until he reached her clit.  His tongue excitedly twirled around her button while he continued to move his fingers deep inside her.  

Her hips began to grind in rhythm.  “Holy fuck, daddy,” she moaned, “Right there.”  He moved and licked a little faster and groaned while he felt her juice begin to drip onto his lips.  Her hips lifted and her eyes closed tightly.  “I’m cumming!” she screamed.  His tongue continued to dance on her clit.  He could feel her pussy throb on his fingers.  “Deeper,” she gasped.  He sunk them deeper into her and made them cozy in her g-spot.  She came once more and it ran down his fingers.  

She grabbed his head and forced him to look at her, “Fuck me.  Please.”  He smiled, “Gladly.”  She helped him with his clothes and tossed them aside.  He placed himself in between her legs and teased her entrance with the head of his cock.  He leaned down and kissed her softly.  The dark hair on his chest tickled her breasts bringing a sigh to escape her. The heat within her grew as she felt his length enter her slowly.  

She adjusted to his size quickly and gasped as the tip tickled her g-spot.  They moaned in tandem as he thrusted faster.  “Holy fuck, your pussy is so god damn tight, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck me harder, daddy,” she begged. He took her legs and draped them over his shoulders.  She arched her back in pleasure.  “Fuck!” she screamed again.  Negan shuddered at how vocal she was.  Her moans and screams made him harder and he had to fight back the urge to cum too quickly.

Her third orgasm came quickly and harder than before.  Her body shook as she dug her nails deeper into his chest.  He slowed down, allowing himself to fell her cum. He could feel her exploding onto his big cock.  She relaxed again and looked at him, lust in her eyes.  “Fuck me from behind.”

He grinned and flipped her onto her knees.  He entered her again and gripped her hips tightly.  She grasped the mattress while he went deeper.  She couldn’t keep herself from screaming again.  He felt so good.  “Come on, daddy,” she demanded, “You can fuck me harder than that.”  He moaned and slammed his cock into her. Her screams echoed in the basement.

His large hand slapped across her right cheek, leaving a mark.  She gasped with pleasure and pain.  He reached down and wrapped his hand around her hair, pulling her head back. The arch that he brought her to helped bring his cock to exactly the right spot.  “Cum on my ass,” she begged.

He allowed himself to enjoy the release.  He finished on her as she had demanded and tried to catch his breath.  “Christ,” he said, breathing heavily, “We are really good at fucking.”  Lily collapsed onto her stomach, “Yeah.  You wanna help me clean up?”  He laughed, “Yeah.  Uh…one sec!” He stood up and searched for a dirty t-shirt.  “There we go,” he said, wiping away the stickiness.  “Thanks,” she rolled over onto her back, “I can’t feel my legs so that’s cool.”  

Negan raised his arms in victory, “Yes!!!  I am awesome!”  She giggled, “Yes, you are.  Congrats.” He smiled and lay down next to her. “You look so sexy after you cum.” “Please don’t do that,” she blushed. “What?”  “Compliments.  Just don’t. We’re fucking.  That’s it, okay?”  He nodded, “Yeah.  Just thought you should know you’re gorgeous.”  “Thanks,” she sighed.  

The smell of garlic fills your nostrils the moment you walk into the kitchen. Negan pulls out a chair for you at the island. “Red wine, right?” He says walking over to the wine rack on the wall. You nod, a smile still painted across your face. He pops open a bottle and pours you each a full glass. “I hope you like spaghetti and meatballs,” he says, stirring the sauce a little as he brings down the heat. You take a sip of the wine, “Mmhmm! Love it!” A beep comes out of the oven signaling that the garlic bread was ready. He grabs an oven mitt and pulls it out. The garlic smell grows stronger and your eyes close, inhaling the aroma. You two chat for a moment as he finishes up the cooking. “You must have had a busy fucking day,” he says, bringing the spaghetti to the strainer in the sink. “Non-stop phone calls,” you say, “Why do you bring that up?” He shrugs as he puts the long noodles back into the pot, “You usually find a god damn excuse to come see me at some point in the fucking day and you were noticeably absent from my office.” You blush at his observation. “Well, I’m sure some of your other ladies came to see you,” You scoff, finding your jealousy once more. He begins to serve your meals and he looks at you, “I don’t fucking want to see any of them. Besides,” he slides your dish over, “They aren’t you.” You look up at him and smile. “No, I guess they aren’t. But when has that stopped you?” You look away, twirling spaghetti onto your fork. “When I finally got you,” he says, his raspy voice soothing your ears. You look up at him. “Negan,” you begin but he interrupts, “Eat up. I got plans for us.” He sits down next to you and begins to eat.

As you finish up your plate, he gets up and asks, “Want more?” You shake your head, pushing your plate away. “Don’t want to get too full,” you wink. He takes your plates and sets them in the sink. You finish your wine and stand up. Your heels click on the kitchen floor as you walk towards him. He turns around to face you, “Hey there.” “Hi,” you whisper, running your hand up his chest. He pulls you in and kisses you deeply. You feel his tongue sneak past your lips and gingerly dance against yours. This kiss was different. It wasn’t lust filled like before. You moan softly as his hands feel all the way down and cup your ass. “These fucking skirts make your ass look fucking amazing,” he says in between kisses, “I fucking love them.” You giggle at his desire. Your fingers run through the soft curls of his hair as your lips caress each other. “Come on,” he whispers, taking your hand, “This way.” He leads you through the foyer and up the stairs. “Where are we going?” You question. “Just fucking come on,” he smiles. You enter his bedroom and see the lights low. You smile and look up at him. His face lighting up with excitement, he says, “I thought we could maybe try fucking in a bed this time.” Your smile grows as he brings you over to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. He turns you to face him, “You look gorgeous.” You feel the heat in your face. Your core shakes as you feel yourself getting wet simply from the sound of his voice. He pulls you in and kisses you again. You deepen the kiss and press yourself against him. He growls while his hands explore you. His fingers fiddle with the buttons on your red blouse quickly exposing your black lace bra. You help him remove the blouse, never letting go of his lips.

The feel of his rough hands running over your breasts sends a shiver down your spine. He takes in every inch of your skin as he reaches around to unclasp your bra. It falls from your shoulders and to the floor. You help him unbutton his white dress shirt. Your kisses becoming more intense with each article of clothing removed. Tongues fight for dominance as he removes the skirt he loves so much. You remove his belt and begin to unbutton his dress slacks. Your heat still rising, you bring yourself to your knees and remove his throbbing cock from his blue boxer briefs. His head falls back as your lips meet the head. Your tongue teases his length and you feel him shake. His groans grow louder as you work his cock with both your mouth and hand. You choke slightly as the tip tickles the back of your throat and you pull away. “Oh fuck,” he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair. He guides your mouth back onto his member, moving your head for you up and down his dick. You pull away again and look up at him. His eyes meet yours and you immediately feel your wetness drip through your lace panties. He pulls you up to your feet and kisses you. “Lay down,” he says, running his tongue against your earlobe. You oblige and bring yourself to your back. He towers over you, running his hands up and down your body. Goosebumps rise with each touch on your soft skin. His beard tickles you as he works his way from your neck down to your thighs, stopping at your breasts to bite and lick at your pert nipples. The pink bud hardens more as he taunts you with his lips and teeth. Arching your back and moaning to the feeling of it all. The arousal washes over you as he kisses your inner thighs. He bites at the skin, fully intending to leave as many marks as he can. You welcome them, of course, wishing everyone could see who you belong to.

His tongue runs from your knee to your dripping panties. “Mmm…fuck, baby,” he groans, “Look at how fucking wet you are….” He rubs your covered pussy lightly, bringing more wetness out of you. He begins to pull them down to expose your pink folds. His long index finger explores and teases your entrance. You gasp as his tongue dances on your clit. “Oh fuck, Negan,” You whimper rather pathetically. Your fingers run through his hair as he begins to lick and suck your sex. He moans, enjoying every last bit of you. His finger slips inside of you bringing a loud moan to leave your lips. Grinding your hips in rhythm with this tongue, you feel yourself inching closer to climax. Your thighs slowly squeeze around his head as you climb to the peak. His tongue and fingers work faster. Suddenly, passion rushes over you and you shake from pleasure. Your walls clench around his fingers as he slows down, bringing you back to earth. Your breath slows and you look down at him. Still between your legs, he licks one last time causing a small aftershock to run through you. He climbs back up and brings his soaking wet fingers to your lips. You suck off your own cum, enjoying the dominance from him. He kisses you sweetly, moving your hair out of your face. You smile up at him, “Fuck me.” You rub his nose with yours. He chuckles, “Don’t wanna take a minute for yourself?” You shake your head, “No. I need you inside me right now, Negan. I need you to fuck me.” “Well, alright, darlin,” he says.

He brings himself up and brings the head of his cock to your entrance. “God, fuck, baby,” he sighs, “You are so god damn wet.” He slides into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. You moan softly and grip tightly to his forearms. His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts further in. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you. Your lips meet while he begins to find his rhythm, digging your nails into his back. His cock hits you in the right spot and you slowly feel another orgasm building. He thrusts harder into you knowing exactly how you want it without you saying a word. A wave of pleasure and heat overcomes you bringing your back to a sharp arch. You dig deeper into him. He grunts from the pain and he slows his hips down. “Wrap your arms around me,” he instructs you after planting a kiss on your forehead. You do as he says and he brings himself to his back. Your body adjusts to being on top. Bouncing your hips slowly at first, you see his eyes roll back in pleasure. “Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, “You are fucking perfect.” You giggle as your bouncing increases in speed. His hands roam all over your skin, massaging your breasts and finding your clit. He rubs softly as you begin to grind, the head of his cock rubbing your walls and g-spot just right. You clench around him as a third orgasm takes over your body. “Negan!” You scream. You collapse on top of him as you shake. He grabs your ass and pounds into you, not giving you a moment’s rest before another orgasm comes. You feel his whole body clench as he gets close. “Cum with me,” you whisper in his ear. He moans and thrusts faster. His love spills inside you coating your walls.