Ice Cream - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction
@negans-attagirl @iluvneganandjamie @happysgal
I heave a heavy sigh and crash into the couch. I saw Jeff’s truck in the driveway, but I didn’t see him. He must be out in the pasture. I bury my head into my hands and scream.
“Baby?” Jeff comes out of the bathroom and wipes his face with a rag. “Baby, tell me. What’s wrong?” I pop a few ibuprofen and kiss my husband. He sits next to me and pulls me against him.
“This job will be the death of me, I swear. I hate being the go to person for everything.” I hold up my thumb and forefinger, “I’m THIS close to quitting.” Tears welled up in my eyes and I bury my face in Jeff’s neck.
“Baby girl, shh. It’s okay, Daddy’s
here. I love you,” Jeff hushes me softly as if he’s rocking a baby. “Where’s your phone?” Jeff kisses my forehead and reaches for my bag. “Daddy’s heart hurts seeing you like this.”
“What are you doing?” I gasp. Jeff pulls up my boss’ number. “Jeffr-!” I stare at him as the phone rings.
“You’re not calling in for tomorrow, are you?” my boss answers with her signature fake laugh.
“Hey, it’s Jeff. Jeff Morgan.”
“Umm. Yeah! Hi there!” my boss chuckles nervously.
“My wife quits. Do you have any idea how helpless a husband feels when his wife comes home crying because she’s sick of being taken advantage of? She does so damn much for you and you straight up laugh in her face when she asks for a raise. Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.”
“I don’t want to hear it! She’s wanted to tell you exactly this for so long! I can’t remember a single time my wife didn’t come through for you!” my husband was livid.
“I’ve never had a husband call for his wife before. This is new one,” Belinda retorts.
“You’re lucky I don’t rip you a new one! You can mess with me all you want, but mess with my wife? I don’t tolerate that. She’s done! Do you hear me? DONE!” Jeff raised his voice.
“Jeffrey!” I whisper through gritted teeth. Jeff was saying to my boss what I only dreamed of telling that manipulative woman. Everyone always asked why I still have my day job despite being with a famous actor, and I get it. Except for the fact I didn’t want Jeff to think that’s why I was with him. He always tells me, “I’ve got this,” but I don’t want him to feel like he has to support me.
“Well, okay then! Tell your wife it’s been a pleasure!”
“Will do,” Jeff handed me the phone, “That felt good.”
“I want to smack you and kiss you all at the same time!” I laugh and hug him close. “You said everything I wanted to say today.” Jeff chuckles and pets my hair, kissing the top of my head.
“They don’t deserve someone like you. Hell, remember when you asked for the week of our honeymoon off and she had a fit? That’s what tipped me off that she was a terrible person.”
“For fucking real,” I roll my eyes and wipe my tears away. “Thank you for telling her off. She needed to hear that. I feel like we should celebrate or something!”
“Well, I did just buy some ice cream while grocery shopping!”
“That sounds so good right now.”
Jeff gets up and walks to the kitchen and I go to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes for the last time. He scoops two heaping bowls of s’mores ice cream. I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his shoulders.
“This’ll be our dinner,” I tease.
“Fine by me. I had a big lunch with Bubba,” Jeff smiles, referencing his best friend Norman. We settle into the couch and Jeff turns on one of my favorite medical shows. “Trash reality TV makes everything better! Holy smokes, look at that guy’s legs!” Jeff fake gags.
“Would you judge me if I said I’ve seen this episode? I hate myself,” I joke.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” Jeff bursts out laughing.
“You should know me by now! This is the one guy who’s always screaming any time the paramedics put a hand on him. God, I am gross, huh?” Jeff playfully rolls his eyes and stirs the ice cream in his dish.
“Yeah you are,” Jeff laughs. “Call me a horn-dog, but all I can think about is wanting to lick this ice cream off your body,” Jeff gives me a seductive glare.
“You love it. Come here, honey.” I set my bowl on the coffee table and climb on my silver fox’s lap. He pulls at my loose fitting v neck and spoons the cold liquid onto me. The cold sensation is quickly overtaken by his warm tongue and soft lips. I tug his hair.
“Daddy loves his sweet girl more than anything,” Jeff plants deep kisses in my chest. “Daddy loves making his baby feel so damn good. Daddy wants to make his little princess make a mess on the couch with his fingers.” I whimper with delight. “Daddy loves watching you squirm, baby doll.”
“Please,” I beg and rock against Jeff’s thigh, soaking through my underwear.
“Look at you, doll. You want it bad, don’t you? Maybe I don’t want to give it to you yet,” Jeff licks more ice cream off my neck. His grip on my leg and hot, wet mouth is intoxicating.
“I can hardly stand it, babe,” I whisper against his lips as he pulls me into a kiss.
“I’m going to devour that kitty. Slip those panties off, sweetheart.” I climb off my husband’s lap and do as I’m told. Jeff gets down off the couch and rests his knees on a pillow. He spreads my thighs open. “Look at this,” Jeff clicks his tongue. “My baby girl’s absolutely drenched. Oh my,” Jeff buries his face between my thighs and allows his tongue to work its magic “Do I make your pussy ache, darlin’?” I nod and whimper. “Do you rub your little pussy when Daddy’s away and moan his name when you cum?” I nod, hardly able to catch my breath.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Jeff purrs, curling his fingers, “I want to fuck you so god damn bad.” We change positions, so he’s aligned with my entrance and sinks in. I crave this fullness whenever he’s away. No amount of toys compare to my Daddy’s big cock. Jeff thrusts slow and deep, moaning with each movement of his hips. “Oh darlin’, you’re so warm and wet. God, I just love the shit out of you, baby.”
“I love you, Jeffrey. Oh god! Fuck me harder,” I whine. Jeff quickens his pace, pulling my hair back as he kisses my neck. Slick, slapping sounds fill the air as Jeff groans. “You look so beautiful when you fuck me, Daddy,” I moan. Jeff smirks and raises an eyebrow.
“I love when you stroke my eg- oh shit! Baby, I’m going to- oh my god. Jesus Christ, sweetheart!” Jeff’s eyes flutter as he spills out inside me. I pant heavily as Jeff collapses onto my chest, pulling out gently. I stroke his hair and kiss his forehead. “That was incredible.”
“You know exactly how to make me feel good, my gorgeous husband.”
“I have my ways,” Jeff smirks, planting sweet kisses on my lips. Despite being married for a year, Jeff’s kisses give me butterflies like nothing else. “I love you, sweet girl.”
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