THE YEARLY VACATION III
Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dad’s yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always had were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true..
Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Grace(OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Max (Readers Younger Brother), and a few other OC characters mentioning through the series.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around is 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), daddy k!nk, SMUT, dirty talk, smoking w33d, unprotected sex, drinking!, quick car sex!, quickie!, teasing,slight embarrassing situations (second-hand embarrassment), jealous tendencies!, and not fully edited chapters.
A/N: i finally got this together and hope I can get day four together soon. ;) thank you so much on the love on this series! I'm coming together with tag list comment down below to join!
DAY THREE
Just like yesterday.
Y/N woke up with a jolt and felt an unfamiliar weight on her chest. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized that Negan was sleeping right next to her. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear - what if her parents caught them? She stole a glance at the clock - it was 7 AM. The thrill of the forbidden made her pulse quicken as she wondered what the day might bring.
Y/N urgently shook Negan, trying to rouse him from his sleep. She knew they had to act fast. "Wake up, Negan! We need to move quickly," she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. Negan groaned and furrowed his brow, clinging to Y/N even tighter. She couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics. But time was running out. "Come on, we need to get to your room before someone catches us," she urged, feeling Negan's hands on her thighs.
Y/N's heart raced as she shook Negan's body, trying to wake him up. "Come on, we have to get ready!" she exclaimed. "It's 7 AM and my parents are already up and getting ready to go to the waterpark!" Y/N couldn't wait to spend the day at Big Kauna with her family, especially her little brother, who was thrilled about the adventure. Suddenly, Negan's eyes opened and he smiled, his hands cupping her cheeks. Y/N felt a surge of excitement and relief wash over her.
"You need to go back to your room."
Negan groaned out, turning over and grabbing his boxers and clothes from the floor beside him. She sighed in relief, holding the covers close and watching Negan fumble with his clothes back on. "Take a picture, sweetheart, and it will last longer." Negan's voice was deeper, still in his sleepy phase. Y/N's lips curled up, blushing a little from his comment.
Y/N laid in bed, her heart racing as Negan leaned in closer. "So this is what we're going to do every night, sweetheart?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Y/N couldn't help but playfully shrug, knowing exactly what Negan was thinking. "We could always try your room," she suggested, a sly grin spreading across her face. Negan laughed, the sound sending shivers down Y/N's spine. This was going to be an exciting night.
"Y/N, honey, you awake?" Y/N and Negan both froze in place. Negan's pj pants from the night before hung loose, his shirt still yet to be found. Y/N laid fully naked underneath her covers, hearing her mother's voice growing closer.
"Y/N? We need to get ready!" Y/N jumped up, almost falling out of bed, grabbing her robe from the chair beside her. Negan frantically searched for his shirt, but he could not find it anywhere. "You need to go out on the deck and sneak back into your room!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock on the door.
"I'm coming, Mother!" She yelled; her palms were sweaty. Negan could not help but smirk, feeling adrenaline from the whole situation.
Y/N was feeling extremely annoyed by Negan's reaction. She playfully hit him out the door and asked, "I don't know where my shirt is, Negan. Can you help me find it?" Negan grabbed her hands and they both stood on the deck. Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned out loud, looking behind her quickly, hoping to find her shirt.
"I will find it later, now just go!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock once more and the click of the door behind her. Y/N shut the deck door quickly, turning seeing her mother walk in her longer thicker robe. Catherine smiled at her daughter, who did not notice her shaky hands hiding bhind her.
"Sorry mom, I was just out on the deck." Y/N breathed out, her eyes falling to a darker shirt on the floor beside her dresser close to her mother.
Negan's shirt.
Y/N's mouth instantly went dry, her breath was shaky. "Uh-mother look I am about to get ready," Y/N quickly went up to her mother, holdign the door getting ready to get her mother out of there, "I will meet you down stairs."
Catherine smiled, laughing at her daughter. Well, good morning to you." Y/N smiled trying to realx, she felt so nervous. And if things just could not get worse, Negan's door opened across the hall, walking out in the pjs he had on and a new loose shirt.
He smiled at the two ladies turning to him, Y/N was froze in place she could not beleive how calm he was being. "Well good morning ladies, I thought I heard talking out here." Negan played it off so well, Catherine smiled greeting Negan.
"I was just telling Y/N to get ready, we will leave here in about an hour or so." Catherine told Negan the plan on when to leave. Y/N glanced one more time at Negan, excusing herself to get ready shutting the door quickly and now locking it.
Y/N breathed out, her face had to be red. She could feel sweat forming on the top of her forehead, quickly snatching Negan's shirt up. The smell of his colonge hit her, Y/N hated how it made her crave him more.
She threw it with her own clothes for now to hide it from being seen from her mother. Y/N started to see why Negan enjoyed almost behind caught, it was a thrill. Having to be quick to get out, him leaving his shirt behind.
Y/N blushed and snickered; she knew this would all be a fling. She could not get attached to all this, no matter how much she loved it.
--
Y/N hated how the tension was between her and Negan that morning. When she got herself to go downstairs, she helped pack up the car for the waterpark. The only thing helping Y/N was her brother Max's excitement for the park.
The line was small when they arrived at the park, just as her parents always liked it. They wanted the best seats, always renting tents when getting in. Y/N usually stayed with her brother, riding slides with him or tanning beside her mother, who read her book.
Y/N wanted to talk to Negan about everything; it was eating her alive, just keeping casual conversations in front of her parents.
When walking into the park, you could hear the water instantly. Music played loudly of older 2000s hits. "Y/N, we have to go on the race one!" Max was excited, following their parents to the tent for the day. Y/N knew she caught Nean's eyes falling behind him, standing beside her father, Willam, helping carry things.
"We will, I promise." Y/N laughed, getting to their tent and laying everything out for today. Max was getting ready to go with his goggles in hand. "Come on, you can put that stupid tanning stuff on later." Max rushed his sister, wanting to get on the Raceway quickly.
"Come on, Max, I'll get in line with you and do a race while your sister finishes up." William followed his son, who was explaining how it all worked. Y/N laughed, hiding her wandering eyes with her sunglasses, watching Negan behind her.
"Come on, Y/N," Negan caught her eyes, quickly turning away from her mother, who was already laid back with a book. "We can race together." Y/N's mouth parted, clearing her throat, she could not even find the words to say. "Oh, you two going against Max and William?" Catherine laughed, "Just make sure to race with your brother once." Negan snickered. He loved messing with Y/N when he could.
Y/N smiled, stood up, adjusted her bathing suit, and threw the tanning oil and her sunglasses in her chair. Negan's eyes trailed down her body as she was hugged in a pink bikini for her choice today. He noticed every detail, which was more of a higher cut than she had had yesterday on the beach.
"I am going to beat all of them anyway." Y/N shot back, heading to the slide. She knew Negan's eyes were on her, giving her hips a more dip when she walked. The two walked up where they had the boards to slide down on, hanging to head up the stairs to the slide.
"You think you're funny, don't you?" Y/N's face fell, the two standing in place for a moment; Negan laughed, shaking his head and grabbing his own board. "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart." Negan shrugged it off like it was nothing; Y/N scoffed at him, following him up the high stairs.
The line was short, but there was a slight wait as they climbed up towards the line, continuing the conversation, "I found your shirt, by the way." Y/N said, out clear as day; Negan stopped turning to her, and his face fell. "Do you want it back?" Y/N smiled innocently.
"You can keep it, sweetheart." He mumbled out, continuing his walk. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes and continuing to follow his tracks until they reached the line.
Y/N and Negan were about seventh and eighth in line; she could see her father and Max at the top getting ready to be next to race. "Are you regretting anything?" Y/N asked; she wanted to know, feeling tension grow with him as she stood in line.
"I haven't regretted shit." Y/N's lip pierced, biting back another smile, "I'm just trying to stop myself from throwing you back into that car in the parking lot and taking that tight bathing suit off and fucking you." Negan said his last comment quieter; Y/N's eyes met his, who was eyeing her down.
"Is that all I am good for?" Y/N was severe in a way, but her voice was playful and flirty. "Oh, sweetheart, you are worth more than anything I own." Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, the line moved up, and they were following.
Y/N followed him to the slide beside him, waiting on the go. "Are you sure you can do this, old man?" Y/N asked, but his comment kept playing in her head repeatedly.
She was worth more than anything he'd owned.
"Oh, you know I can." He winked, watching the light in front of them go green.
The water was cold, and the slide was quickly hitting the bottom; feeling water go up her nose, Y/N laughed, getting up from the water and wiping her eyes. Her father and brother were waiting down below, laughing. Y/N turned, watching Negan get up, "Who won?" She turned to her father and brother.
"I think it was a tie; that was pretty funny." William laughed; Y/N turned to Negan, who took her board from her to put it away. "We all know I won." Y/N smiled, butterflies still growing from his comment.
And man, did Negan look good; the water glistened off him. Y/N knew she had to be careful with her stares. She did not have her shades to cover up the eyes that roamed his body like she was eating him alive.
Y/N knew that this would not end when the trip did; not only did his comment stir that thought in Y/N's brain, but she could not help but think she was falling for Negan.
Y/N knew she could not.
She shouldn't.
But she did.
--
The rest of the day was relatively quick; Max kept Negan and Y/N's mouths shut, just sharing glances at each other. Y/N desperately needed to text Graice; so much had been going on she had not got to update her on everything that had gone down.
When they returned to the condo to wash up for dinner, she sent her everything that had happened. She trusted her, knowing she would be happier than running off to tell someone. Y/N could only see the messages now.
Omg, you fucked him. Was it good?
You fucked him more than once? You Slut!
Omg, girl, Cal is going to get jelly! I love this!
Y/N was right on point with her best friend's response to getting the nasty chlorine water out of her hair after her shower. Y/N saw the five text messages Gracie blew up her phone with.
3:45PM
Gracie: Y/N L/N, you fucked him twice? Girl, you better be careful.
3:47PM
Gracie: But, girl, was it good?
3:51PM
Gracie: Of course, it was good you fucked him twice; oh, was he significant?
3:55PM
Gracie: If you do not answer me, hoe, I swear to God.
3:57PM
Graice: Are you fucking him now?
Y/N snickered to herself, sitting on her bed with her towel wrapped tightly around her body. She quickly shot a few texts back to Graice, knowing her parents would start rushing out the door soon for dinner.
4:01PM
Y/N: It was honestly the best I have ever had, and we are being careful. I will have to call you later. xx
Y/N quickly got dressed into a sundress, getting herself looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied. While cleaning up her products off the bathroom mirror, the door creaked behind her, causing her to jump slightly. Her body turned quickly to the older male behind her. Negan leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes scanned over her body.
"You look beautiful, doll." Negan complimented her, her lips pursed together to hide her smile, "Your mom asked me to see if you were ready to go." Y/N's eyebrows rose, her lips curled.
"I could have been naked, and you're just walking in on your co-worker's daughter?" Y/N playfully joked; her voice was flirty, turning off the bathroom light passing Negan. Her fingers gently crossedwent his chest, and the smell of his cologne hit her nose. His eyes looked deep into hers; Y/N could feel him undress her with them. "I did not think you'd mind, sweetheart." He leaned in more, and Negan's lips brushed hers. Y/N could not help but let out a whimper. Negan chuckled at the sight of the two RLs, her wrapped around his finger.
He loved it.
His lips were placed on hers, moving in sync. Y/N cupped his cheeks, and Negan tasted the lipgloss she had applied moments ago. His hands gently squeezed her neck, pushing her against the wall behind them. Y/N grabbed onto the side of the wall behind her for support. The simple kiss was becoming more rough, his tongue fighting with her own.
"My-my parents are waiting." She fought against his lips; Y/N was out of breath, trying to push him back a little bit, holding onto his bicep. Negan growled in defeat; she was just too perfect. He wanted her every second he saw her.
"I want you to come to my room tonight, baby." Negan rarely said it, but it sent chills down to her core. It would make her whimper out just the very word coming out of his mouth; she was so submissive to him. She felt she would do anything he said as long as he called her baby. Negan's fingers slowly dragged down her lip, his eyes never leaving hers as she just looked up at him, "I got something special planned."
Negan shot her a wink, motioning for her to follow her out of the room. His hands gently lay on her back, closing her bedroom door behind her.
"Let's get our game faces on, sweetheart."
--
The restaurant was pretty packed.
Catherine left to reserve a table while William found the nearest parking spot. Luckily, Catherine got them a table before they started running out of room.
It was a beach deck restaurant on the water where you could watch the sun go down over the ocean. They got a decent view of everything, seeing the boats passing by as well. Y/N rested her sunglasses on the tip of her nose, eyeing her menu.
Negan sat across from her, gently rubbing his foot across her bare leg. Her eyes tried to stay on the menu before her while the waitress ordered a drink.
“I saw this cute little mini golf place up here. Maybe we could check out tonight.” Catherine brought up, opening her on the menu. Y/N’s focus could not leave Negan’s face, his covered foot sliding more on her bare legs. Nothing was breaking her trance until she heard a voice that made her cringe.
As the L/N family approached, Natilie, Calvin's mother, boisterously exclaimed, "Well, well, well, look who we have here! Y/N, you look stunning - just like a doll!" Though her face was heavily made up to conceal her plastic surgery, I stood tall and confident. Catherine and William graciously stood up to greet the family.
Y/N's eyes fell on Calvin standing beside his father, Luke shaking her father’s hand. Negan’s eyes watched Y/N tense, trying to hide behind her smile; he could tell her she was highly uncomfortable.
“We were just heading out; guess you will be at the party in a couple of days?” Luke started a conversation with William, and Catherine kept her conversation brief with Natalie. They were not big fans of the family by a long shot, but they were very generous people.
Calvin gave a slight wave to Y/N, giving him the fakest smile she could have done without her family paying any mind; Max, even as clueless as he could be, noticed how much his sister did not want to be there.
"Hey, I'm really craving a whiskey on the rocks right now," Negan chuckled. He quickly closed his menu and stood up from his seat. "Do you need anything, Y/N? I can take you along to the tiki bar nearby." Negan offered to accompany her with a quick smile.
As Y/N took the opportunity to step away from it all, her stomach filled with a sense of relief. She confidently said her goodbyes to the family, not letting anything hold her back. Though Calvin's face fell, she walked past him with her head held high, making her way to the bar alongside the older male.
Y/N and Negan were finally able to escape to the bar. Negan looked over his shoulder to ensure that no one was watching them. He placed his hands on the small of Y/N's back, causing her to tense up before trying to relax at his touch. "What would you like to drink, doll?" Negan asked Y/N while signaling the bartender over with a whistle.
Y/N confidently requested for a drink, not caring about the type. Negan promptly ordered them both a whiskey on the rocks. Y/N eagerly gulped hers down as soon as Negan handed it over, while he leisurely sipped his own, smirking.
“Do you need another one?”
“I need a shot is what I need.” Y/N joked handing over her glass to Negan; he quickly reached the bar without an eye on him for the whole bottle of whiskey. He poured her another glass, letting her drink in silence.
“You don’t need to let him bother you like that.” Negan replied, “Ain’t nothing about him worth getting worked up about.” He chuckled at his comment, and it made Y/N smile a little.
“It’s not just Cal, it’s his whole family,” Y/N stirred her drink, “His mother practically begged me to get back together with him once she figured out why, she blamed his father. It was a huge problem, my parents even hate them and they like everyone.”
“Well, Nathan is a pussy of a man, that’s for sure,” Negan knew him well. He had worked with him for years; he knew he cheated on his wife on multiple occasions. Negan just worked with Nathan, making deals with him in the company; he was a good businessman. At least, “I take it Cal learned the ways of his father.”
Y/N took a sip from her second glass, feeling the rush of alcohol warming her up. She nodded in agreement with Negan, who was sitting next to her at the bar. "We should probably head back now," she said, glancing at her watch. "My parents must have run them off by now." She smiled at Negan, feeling grateful for the company. "I don't think I've ever had this much alone time with you," she said, filling her glass once more. "It's nice to just hang out and talk without any distractions." Negan grinned and gave her a playful wink. The two of them grabbed their drinks and headed back to their table.
“That’s the only time you want anyways.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, sharing a laugh with the older man. She tried to keep her hands from touching him; Negan’s hands were also tempted, walking up the stairs back to their table to her waist. “I like you more than just for that, sweetheart.” Negan assured her she was not just some fuck and go, “Hell, I like you a lot. And I love the sex.”
Y/N’s face reddened, returning to the table and seeing the Pearson family finally leave. “There you two are, thank you, Negan. I know Y/N was dying to get away.” William pulled his seat back up for his daughter, her eyes meeting Negan’s.
“I didn’t wanna seem rude, but I know a distressed woman.” Negan’s eyes never left hers, and he tried to shake off this feeling he was getting from this young woman.
What was she doing to him?
—
It was a quick night out; Y/N’s family and Negan played a round of mini golf at a cute local place close to the condos. It was pirate-themed, a newer one her family had never been to. William and Negan were the top winners; even Max did better than Y/N in some moments.
Upon returning to the condo, everyone was completely drained from the effort of reaching their respective rooms as quickly as possible. Y/N, feeling the weight of anticipation and excitement, knew that she would be sneaking into Negan's room that night. She carefully retrieved the deck from her pocket and made her way towards his room, her heart racing with every step. As she closed the door to her own room for the night, Negan's words lingered in her mind, echoing through her thoughts.
I have something special planned, doll.
Y/N wanted to squeal excited; she did not know why she was getting so worked up. Y/N started to lay out her nightwear for the night. Leaving her clothes on from the night out, she headed to the deck to go to Negan’s room.
Y/N was feeling nervous and had butterflies in her stomach. She made it to the glass door which was covered in blinds and gave a light knock. She looked over her shoulders and checked her surroundings as she waited for a response. When the door opened, Negan taller figure stood above her, smirking down at her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Negan teased, her face reddened entering his room. Her eyes scanned his room, she had not even seen his room yet.
Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as she stepped into Negan's room. The space was familiar, with the same size bed and bathroom off to the side, but there was a buzz in the air that hinted at something exciting to come. The sea shell lamps beside the tables cast a warm glow over the room, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder what Negan had planned for them. As she looked around, she noticed that Negan's clothes were carefully organized in the closet, as if he had gone out of his way to make sure everything was just right. When Negan's eyes met hers, Y/N's heart skipped a beat. He stepped closer to her, pulling out his phone and wiggling it in the air as he grabbed the car keys from behind the dresser. Y/N couldn't wait to see what adventures awaited them as they headed out into the night.
Her eyebrows furrowed, “I texted your father I was going to head out for a bit,” Negan smiled, “I didn’t tell him his daughter was going to come with me, though.” Negan opened his bedroom door, checking out to see if everyone was asleep. Y/N's face widened, and her mouth parted slightly. She could not find words to say.
“I figure y’ lock your door, and no one should bother you anyways for the rest of the night.” Negan gave her the idea for that night, “take the deck back to your room tonight or tomorrow.” His lips curled, sending a wink her way. This man was making her speechless.
“Negan, you can not be serious.” Y/N laughed. She was shaking her head. She could not believe him. Where did he even want to go?
Y/N's hand felt heavy as it rested on her forehead, her mind racing with thoughts of what could go wrong. She watched as his hand reached for her, beckoning her to follow him. Despite her guilt, she couldn't resist his charm and the moment's excitement. The two of them quickly slipped out of the house, careful not to be seen by anyone.
“You’re worse than half of the boys I dated that snuck me out of the house,” Y/N whispered, shutting the garage door behind them; she knew that if they got caught, they could talk themselves out of this one, she hoped. But other times, when they are half naked or even bare naked in bed together, there is no explaining that.
Negan chuckled, opening the door for her. She got in, and Negan got on the other side, getting them out of the condo area. It was later in the night; most places were starting to close. Y/N's mind wondered what they would do once they started to hit town.
“Where are you taking us?” Y/N finally asked Negan, and he was quiet momentarily, keeping that smirk on his face. “You hungry, sweetheart?” He turned to her. Y/N was still pretty full from dinner; they always had bigger meals on vacation.
“I think I’m okay, and most places are closing now.” YN knew everything closed from 10 PM to 12 AM; the town would get quiet afterward, and security roamed the beaches. “Well, I know this ice cream shop is open til later,” Negan suggested. Y/N's lips curled, her fingers playing with the ends of her dress.
“Negan, are you suggesting a date with me?” Y/N’s voice was flirty, and her hand fell to his upper thigh, rubbing it gently. His snicker sent chills down her spine. Y/N maintained her confidence, “More specifically, an ice cream date?”
Negan's hand rested on hers, sending shivers down her spine as his voice whispered, "I'd say it's a date, sweetheart." He took her hand away from his thighs, holding it in place. "But I know you deserve more than just an ice cream date," he added with a hint of excitement in his voice.
As Y/N and Negan drove along, they couldn't stop laughing and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, Negan's blinker turned into a charming ice cream parlor, with a colorful sign displaying the flavors of the day. The place wasn't too crowded, with only a few people sitting outside, savoring their delicious ice cream cones and thick milkshakes. The sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, tempting Y/N and Negan to step inside and indulge in a tasty treat.
“I’m glad I did not change into my PJs for this.” Y/N joked Negan’s eyes met hers before getting out of the car. “I should have kept it clear to stay dressed for this occasion.” Negan hands rubbed her bare thigh. He kept making her smile, and he loved it. The way her face would reddened, her lips piercing with a smile.
It made Negan a happy man.
—
While in a car parked in a lot near the ice cream shop, Y/N and Negan shared their ice cream. Y/N opened up to Negan and shared things with him like she would with Gracie. During their conversation, Negan also talked about his life and the passing of his wife. Although their conversation was not always pleasant, it mostly revolved around sweet topics.
“You can not tell me that you never had car sex?” Y/N was stunned by Negan’s comment. They were sharing the craziest places they had sex; she bit into her cone, watching Negan laugh. “Never did, sweetheart,” Negan replied honestly, “Did it in public before, not in a car, though it seems too crowded, doll.” He motioned around them; Y/N's eyes wandered to as well as her mind,
“We could test a theory.” Y/N licked the ice cream, dripping onto her fingers slowly. Negan watched her, his eyes scanning her. He chuckled, which seemed darker. She could see his eyes even go darker with lust. Y/N got closer to him, her hand resting on his thighs. Negan’s face tried to stay serious, but he felt tension grow. He growled under his breath, letting his hand slip up, pulling down the strap of her dress.
“We need to be quick, sweetheart.”
Y/N was instantly on him, his lips crashing onto his. His hands went up hee dress to her hips, squeezing them roughly. She moaned with his kiss, feeling his nails dig into her.
“We need to get in the backseat.” Y/N mumbled against his lips, both climbing into the back. "I want you to fuck me," Y/N was desperate for him, Her voice was hoarse as a smirk spread across his lips. She grinded into his thighs, her hands wrapping around his neck.
"Were you not taught any fuckin' manners?"
“Please.” She begged, laying her down on the seat above her.
Y/N waited for what felt like forever to feel his touch on her. Y/N groaned in frustration, the anticipation killing her.
"Please..." she started to plead in whimpering gasps. Sweat forming on her forehead, the ache in her cunt becoming unbearable. "Please fuck me, Daddy."
“That's a good girl." Y/N felt his breath against his neck and within seconds she felt her insides burn as they were stretched open. Negan had his cock buried completely inside l hee. She let out a moan feelinf his free hand cover hee mouth. His thrust were rough, the car steaming up.
Y/N could feel the orgasm building.
Negan was unforgiving and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against his accompanying the moans and heavy breathing from the both of them. Fuckin' fuck... fuck..." Negan grunted with each thrust.
He seemed to thrust deeper still, hitting a part of you her felt like it had never been touched before. Y/N whimpered again, feeling his hands dig into her thighs once more, she knew she was close. His thrusts were sloppier feeling himself get closer with her.
Y/N moaned against his hand, clenching around him feeling herself come on his cock. Negan could feel her wetness drip down him which sent him over the edge.
“You dirty fuckin' slut," Negan whispered into your ear. "I can feel your cum dripping down my fucking legs.“ Her eyes rolled back of her head, digging her nails into his shoulders. Both out of breath, Negan placed kisses on her neck slowly.
Everything was perfect, too perfect.
