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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN and HILARIE BURTON attend the Pink Carpet on Day Two during the 8th Canneseries International Festival at Palais des Festivals on April 25, 2025 in Cannes, France

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My heart!! 🥺 ❤️

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My greatest wish is coming true! 🥹🔥

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New Neighbor – Negan, Lucille and Sarah Part 1

Warning: Two hot women and one hot asshole named Negan

They say that nothing in life is more constant than change—and at nearly 40 years old, I’ve just experienced that firsthand.

I had been seemingly happily married to a successful businessman; only a few months ago, I’d given birth to our second child—a boy, born shortly after our daughter’s fifth birthday. And now I’m standing in front of a small, old house that desperately needs renovating. I acquired it as my share of our joint assets at a foreclosure auction. Meanwhile, my soon-to-be ex-husband is living in the house with his new girlfriend, whom he’s apparently known for a while—even if he won’t admit it. And that’s just one of the many reasons why I wanted to get away as quickly as possible, making a snap decision to buy the place, head over heels.

We’ve settled custody out of court. Our children spend alternate weeks with him and with me. I definitely need that child-free time too, as there’s still so much work to be done.

But I don’t want to be a crybaby—his mistress was only the last straw. Things had been off between us for a long time, and it wasn’t solely his fault. In any case, I’ve made a firm decision to savor my newfound independence to the fullest. I’ve always been a free spirit, and now I can finally embrace that side of me again.

But as the saying goes, work before play. So here I am, loading the second batch of furniture and belongings from my overcrowded trailer into my new home. A handful of people had offered to help me move, but—as fate would have it—everyone cancelled for one reason or another. Since I couldn’t stand another second in my old home, I resolved to do it all myself today. I did grumble a bit when a second piece of furniture fell on my toe, but damn it—I’m a self-reliant woman. Eyes closed and onward I go.

Just then, as I’m trying to heave a fixed chair out of the trailer, I’m startled by a man’s voice behind me. “Hey, watch it, darling. That doesn’t look very safe…”

After a brief moment of shock I turn around, deliberately planting my hands on my hips to give the guy who dares call me “darling” a stern look.

But when I see him, my expression instantly softens.

The tall man is openly staring at me, and at that moment I’m not sure what dazzles me more—his perfectly white, straight teeth flashing through his well-groomed beard, or the glare of the midday sun. I shield my eyes with a hand, trying to get a better look at him—just as he is doing with me.

Apparently he had been jogging; his outfit, the sweat on his forehead, and his gray top leave no doubt. For a moment, neither of us speaks. Then, as a stack of furniture suddenly loosens and careens toward me, the audacious stranger rushes over to stop it. A fresh jolt of shock races through me. With my arms raised over my head, I manage a soft “thank you.” My unexpected rescuer, standing surprisingly close now because of this odd occurrence, winks confidently and says, “You should know something, little one—I don’t do anything for free!”

First “darling,” and now “little one?” Who does this guy think he is? And then that shameless innuendo! I probably would have given any other guy the middle finger if he dared that. Yet something about him makes me grin, albeit a bit uncertainly.

“Mm… how about a beer?” I suggest, not having a cleverer retort, while he still uses his long, defined arms to prevent the furniture from plunging onto me.

“What time is it? Half past eleven?” he replies, amused.

Cautiously, I turn around with him and together we gather a few more items from the trailer to stave off any further danger. Then I look him straight in his expressive brown-green eyes, which keep studying me.

Finally, I shrug and say, “I really don’t have anything else to offer right now…”

Immediately the dark-haired guy leans back slightly and says, “Oh, I’m pretty sure you do…”

I’m not exactly sure how I ended up in this situation, but somehow I find his unabashed manner strangely enticing.

“Come on—just tell me, where should all this stuff go…” he says, gesturing at the furniture chaos.

Slightly irritated by his obvious offer to help me, I shake my head. “Oh no, I’ll manage this on my own…”

“Darling, I can’t let you put yourself in harm’s way again…”

Darling?! Seriously? Again? “My name’s Sarah…” I correct him.

“Negan—nice to meet you…” he replies with an arrogant grin.

And so I let this complete stranger into my house to help me move. What’s gotten into me? Am I really that naive?

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“Let me do that, little one,” Negan says again with a wink as he takes the roller from my hand and grins while painting the upper part of the wall—a section I’d only managed to reach with a ladder because of my 5’3” frame. But I would have managed it!

Despite his macho quips—quips that might have earned him a few deserved slaps—the already attractive man looks even more appealing because of his willingness to help… even though I’m fairly certain of his true intentions. And I wouldn’t mind it one bit. Negan is an incredibly handsome man—one I’m sure I wouldn’t ever push off my bed.

“You missed a spot.” As soon as Negan turns to me, clearly confused because he hasn’t missed anything, the little brush in my hand lands directly on his nose. “Much better.” I laugh as honestly as I haven’t in months.

Negan, with his red nose and cheeky grin, is just too funny.

“So you think it’s funny?” he asks, joining in my laughter, then grabs me and presses me against the freshly painted red wall.

The playful mood shifts instantly; I look up at the tall man, and he looks down at me. We simply exchange an intense gaze, and with Negan’s hands still lingering on my body, the floodgates of emotion open…

“You’ve ruined my shirt,” I whisper, unable to withstand his intense stare any longer.

“Then you’d better take it off,” he replies. There’s no trace of amusement left in his voice—only desire. I nod silently, letting Negan strip the T-shirt from my body.

And just as he reaches for me again, the sudden ringing of his phone yanks us out of the moment. Damn thing.

Almost in a panic, Negan snatches up his phone—it’s lying next to us on a box.

When I catch sight of a photo of a stunning blonde woman on his screen, everything falls into place. My eyes dart to his hands.

Damn, how had I not noticed that silver wedding ring? I feel like a complete idiot—I was so distracted by his charm and handsome face that such details slipped by me. This man really has a talent for driving my hormones wild.

And when Negan leaves the room to take his call, it becomes perfectly clear: he’s no better than my ex-husband—a miserable guy cheating on his wife.

I pull my shirt back on in irritation and try to catch bits of their conversation, but I can’t hear a damn sound.

It’s such a shame that guys like Negan always get away with this… maybe I should change that?

“Hey, I really have to go,” he says, and does he really have the gall to grab my hip from behind after his call? Or rather, after he’s had a call with his wife?

Forcing on my best smile, I turn to him and place my hand on his chest. “You’ve helped me so incredibly much—I absolutely must make it up to you.”

“Oh really?” I instantly see what he’s thinking. Sex.

Well, wrong, mister.

“I’d really like to invite you and your wife to dinner—I’m not taking no for an answer. Tomorrow evening at 7 at my place; I’ll cook.”

Negan’s expression immediately changes—it was obvious that this idea was not going to sit well with him.

“Not in a million years.” His look—a blend of amusement at my invitation and despair over his predicament—is absolutely priceless.

“That’s really a shame… then maybe I should meet your wife on my own… Lucille, is that her name?”

Negan tenses his jaw, and I can tell exactly how much I’m provoking him…and I love it. That was precisely my plan.

“Are you blackmailing me?” If looks could kill, I’d drop right then.

“Ridiculous—I’m just inviting you and your wife to a cozy dinner as thanks for your help. So… what do you say?”

“Of course.” He nods and lets his deep green eyes take one last lingering look over my body. I only wish that his gaze wouldn’t give me such a thick case of goosebumps.

“Then see you tomorrow, Sarah.”

“See you, Negan.” With one last smile, he’s gone from my House.

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Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 6

Warnings: Of course, there's still a big age difference and Negan is an asshole.

My night was short. Damn short. It wasn’t planned that I would sneak back into my hotel room at dawn. But things turned out that way, and it was worth every moment.

I probably just had the hottest night of my life. We made the most of finally sharing a bed again after months of only having desks, benches, or random gym equipment. Oh man, how many times did I come home on Monday after "gym class" with bruises because Negan accidentally pushed me against some bar or edge! But this night was simply heavenly. I can’t stop thinking about it. But now that I’m arriving at my room, I feel a bit queasy in my stomach. What if Layla isn’t asleep anymore? It’s not easy to find an excuse for being in your pajamas in the hotel hallway at 4 a.m.

As quietly as possible, I open the door, and it’s literally a weight off my shoulders when I see her sleeping peacefully. Phew, lucky me! I tiptoe to the bed and carefully climb in.

“What time is it?” a very sleepy voice asks, startling me for a moment.

“Way too early... let’s go back to sleep...” I whisper as softly as possible, but my answer isn’t needed anymore. I hear her snore lightly again.

When I wake up, it’s already bright in the room, and Layla is standing in front of me, dressed and brushing her long wet hair.

“Wow, good morning sleepyhead, finally awake? We didn’t even go to bed that late yesterday...”

A bit disoriented, I look around, and immediately, rather steamy images from last night flood my mind, quickening my pulse.

“Ah, I don’t know... must have been pretty exhausted!” I lie, stretching my limbs. Then I slowly push my blanket aside and head to the bathroom. With each step, I can still clearly feel that bittersweet ache in my core. Negan promised me last night that I’d hardly be able to walk afterward, and he was right, I think, not able to suppress a grin.

After I’ve showered and brushed my teeth, I put on a gray jogging suit and head to the breakfast room with Layla, who’s already waiting impatiently for me.

When we arrive, of course, we are the last ones. The room is already filled with the clattering of dishes and loud conversations.

I grab some food from the buffet and sit down with a few guys at a table, who are already signaling with hand gestures for me to join them.

As I approach the table, I notice they seem to be having a great time over something. I take a seat and curiously ask, “What’s so funny? I want to laugh too...”

Liam speaks up, "Oh, those two have the room right next to Mister Smith's, and apparently, things got pretty hot last night..."

Once again, they can hardly contain their laughter. My expression freezes, and I can barely get a word out from shock as I quickly try to collect myself.

"What, him? He probably just had his porno turned up too loud!" I try to respond as coolly as possible, noticing my cheeks starting to flush.

One of the guys wipes away tears from his eyes that have formed from all the laughter. "No, believe me, Sam, that was live. We could almost hear everything! Mister Smith seems to really know what he's doing... Now we've been speculating for a while about who the lucky one was..."

"Hmm... maybe it was the receptionist... you know, the one with the gray floral blouse? She looked like she might have a few tricks up her sleeve..." I say, hoping they don’t notice how hard my heart is racing in my chest.

My suggestion sends the guys into another round of laughter. It really seems like they have no idea who was actually in his room. Lucky me again.

- A month later -

My friendship with Layla, Liam, and a few others from the football team continues to grow stronger. These days, I spend not only my training time with them but also all my free time.

Of course, I can tell that Liam has a huge crush on me, and I can’t help but wonder what the whole situation would look like if I didn’t have Negan. But my feelings for him are far too strong, even though I know that there’s no future for us. But sometimes, reason simply has no say, like in this case.

Today is Wednesday again, which means it's training time, and it's becoming clearer and clearer that Liam truly has incredible talent. He is by far the strongest player on the team, and I have a blast cheering him on.

My girls and I have already finished practicing our choreography, so we have a few minutes left to watch the guys. Okay, my gaze is mostly on the coach. I love it when Negan wears his sports gear, focuses on observing the players, and yells out instructions. I could watch him for hours. Involuntarily, I bite my lower lip as my thoughts drift away. Only the sound of his whistle brings me back to the here and now.

"Alright, guys, that's it... training is over for today!" Negan announces, and at that moment, Liam joyfully runs up to me and sweeps me off my feet, spinning me around in a circle. I can’t react quickly enough and let out a startled laugh.

“And how was I?” he asks beaming with joy.

“Just as amazing as always!” I reply as he sets me back down on the ground.

“Don’t you think I deserve a kiss?” he says, holding out his sweaty cheek.

Without hesitation, I intend to give him a kiss, but at the last moment, he turns his head toward me, so my lips land directly on his mouth.

Startled, I pull back. “Hey, that’s not what we wagered...” I say, shoving him hard on the shoulders, which only earns him a cheeky grin.

After we change, we all say goodbye to each other extensively at the sports field and make plans for our next meeting over the weekend. While some are still smoking a cigarette, I take a quick glance at my phone.

A new text from “Mister N.”

I turn slightly to the side and open it immediately. “You better wait for me, we need to talk!!!”

He never has time for me after training, probably because his wife is always waiting for him at home with a cooked meal. That makes his text all the more strange to me.

I automatically start playing with the necklace around my neck that Negan gave me, which I have worn ever since.

Layla throws her cigarette on the ground and stamps it out. After she blows out her last puff of smoke, she reaches out her hand and asks, “Are you coming?”

She drives me home every time after training, and we always have an incredible time going over everything in detail.

“Oh no, um, just leave it... I think I’m getting a headache. Maybe I should just walk home today, it’s not far, and it would probably do me good...,” I stutter.

She looks at me in disbelief. “At this time? Nonsense! Take a pill, and that’s that...”

"No, really... it would be better..." I try to justify myself. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder and hear a very familiar voice behind me.

“I can drive Samantha... it's right on my way..."

Shocked, I turn around and look directly into Negan's face. He is freshly showered, his hair neatly slicked back. He has his sports bag slung over his shoulder and is now wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt.

“You?!“ Layla asks, surprised, while I feel the questioning looks from everyone else standing around us.

Negan begins to grin, “Why not? Do I look like a damn serial killer?”

I shrug, “Well, if it's on the way... I mean...”

Negan just turns around and walks ahead. “Well, make up your mind, girl; I don't have all day..." he calls back.

Somewhat skeptically, I look around and then say, “So, I’ll see you guys at the latest on the weekend...”

After a quick goodbye from everyone, I hurriedly follow him, still hearing quite loud murmurs among my friends. They only think he’s driving me home, they have no idea, I try to convince myself.

Negan walks silently in front of me, and I have a hard time keeping up without having to run. As soon as he gets in his car, he starts the engine, and I barely manage to take a seat in the passenger side before he drives off.

"And now?" I ask him somewhat nervously, as I can’t gauge the situation at all.

Negan stares straight ahead at the road and says unfazed, “Now I drive you home!”

I buckle my seatbelt and also avert my gaze from him. “You wanted me to wait for you. Why?”

A jolt goes through me as Negan abruptly slams on the brakes at a red light. Then he looks directly at me, “Is he fucking you?”

I stare at him in disbelief, “Excuse me? Who do you mean?”

"Oh come on, don't play dumb, it doesn’t suit you!" Negan replies as he accelerates way too fast again.

I continue to stare at him in confusion because I truly can’t find words to describe the entire situation.

“That greasy guy, Liam... are you two sleeping together?” Negan asks, clearly irritated.

I slowly begin to get angry, and a big lump forms in my throat. What right does he have to be upset with me?

"And if so, what then? I didn’t know we’ve sworn loyalty to each other. I mean, after all, you're married too!" I blurt out provocatively, crossing my arms defiantly over my chest.

Suddenly, there’s such a silence in the car that it feels worse to me than any harsh word or false accusation.

I don’t want to argue with him, especially not over something like this. That's why I'm rowing back with my answer. 'But it's not like that, nothing is going on between Liam and me, really...' I add quietly.

'Leave my wife out of this...' he murmurs almost inaudibly.

For a while, I study his profile and then, feeling a bit shy, I place my hand on his thigh. My fingers slowly trace up and down his jeans as I observe every little reaction on his face. He tries to hide it, but I know him pretty well by now. He starts shifting a bit in his seat, which makes me smile.

'I only want you...' I whisper softly, leaning a little closer to him as far as my seatbelt allows.

He glances at me for a brief moment, and our eyes meet for a few seconds. But that little eye contact is enough to make my whole lower body start tingling like crazy.

'Then show me... show me how much you want me...' he challenges me, and I don’t have to think about it for long.

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Is football game part 6 coming soon? It’s so gooddd💕💕💕

I'll do my best! Thank you very much!😍🫶

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Oh my God, that's so cute (and somehow also sexy). I love her so much!

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Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 5

Warnings: Of course, there's still a big age difference and Negan is an asshole. Smut!

-Several months later-

I am probably the only student in the entire school who looks forward to Monday every time. Even though the classes before my sports block are always a little torture and never seem to end. But I am rewarded for my patience. After the double lesson, Negan and I always spend a good hour together, secretly. Every time I sneak back into the hall, where he impatiently waits for me.

Otherwise, we only see each other occasionally by chance on the schoolyard or in the hallway, and every time I feel this incredible tingling in my stomach. By now, I have to admit to myself, I am incredibly in love with him. Even though I tried to suppress it for so long.

My evenings, or rather nights, are often spent playing online games with Negan, while we talk for hours on the phone and discuss everything possible.

Only two topics we successfully avoid. Firstly, his wife and secondly, what this whole thing between us is or could become.

It was also on one of those late evenings when he suggested that I join the cheerleading group, whose football team he coached in his free time.

"Me? A cheerleader?" I asked in surprise into the speaker of my phone, while the situation on the PlayStation was getting pretty intense.

"Of course, you are super athletic and phenomenally beautiful!" he stated without hesitation.

I laughed, "So that's what you're into? Bouncing girls in short skirts?"

"No, I'm into you ... bouncing in a short skirt..." he stated and added "...even if it won't be easy for me to train the guys with a constant hard-on, but the main thing is that we can see each other more often."

So it happened that I really became a cheerleader, and surprisingly, I even had a lot of fun. Not only because I could see Negan more often, but also because the other players and cheerleaders were really nice.

After a while, our team was so good that we planned our first away game. It was so far from our hometown that we rented a bus and planned to stay in a hostel afterwards.

Everyone was pretty nervous and trained hard. The boys, as well as us girls. Even Negan could be seen tensing up as the game approached. Because if there's one thing he absolutely hates, it's embarrassing himself. So he put a lot of pressure on the players during training.

But his worry was unfounded. We won our first away game, and we won big. The joy was immense.

-The evening after the game-

Together we enter our small accommodation, which more resembles a youth hostel than a hotel. We never thought our team would actually win, so the mood was very high.

We settle into our rooms and agree to meet in the common room right after to celebrate the victory. I share my hotel room with Layla. She is also a cheerleader and a few years older than me. I am once again the youngest, but by now, I don't mind. We get along great, and she has become like my best friend. I trust her, and we tell each other everything, well, almost everything, I can't tell her about Negan, which is really hard. After all, he is constantly on my mind.

After freshening up a bit, we head to the common room with the others. It consists of a few seats, a large TV, and a foosball table.

As soon as I enter the room, I look around, but Negan is not here. As I scan the room with my eyes, I see Liam fixating his gaze on me and interrupting his conversation. Liam is a pretty good player on the team, and I have noticed that he has been seeking my attention for some time, which doesn't bother me because he is really funny and considerate. I enjoy spending time with him - of course, only as friends.

Suddenly, he jumps up and stands right in front of me, "Want to go outside for a smoke?" he asks with a smile on his lips.

I shrug nonchalantly, "Sure, why not?"

So we walk down the narrow hallway, at the end of which is a tiny balcony that can only accommodate 3-4 people. Together we step out onto it, and Liam immediately holds out his pack of cigarettes. I gratefully take one and let him light it for me. After the first deep drag, I smile, "Thanks for a great game!"

He grins somewhat embarrassed and waves it off, "Oh, that was a team effort..."

"Don't be so modest!" I encourage him and tap his shoulder, feeling how his confidence is boosted even more.

"Well, you also cheered us on pretty well, so we can only be motivated..." he states, and I notice how he comes much closer to me, "I'm really glad you're here..." he adds in a soft voice.

Speechless, I look at him, as I hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn so quickly.

Suddenly, I startle as the silence is interrupted by the opening of the balcony door.

My heart races even higher when Negan suddenly stands right next to us. He must have just come out of the shower, as his hair is still slightly damp and a wonderful scent of soap and aftershave surrounds him.

Instinctively, I move away slightly from Liam, which is not easy on this small balcony. After all, the three of us are quite cramped.

Without saying anything, Negan snatches the cigarette from my hand and puts it in his mouth. He holds it between his lips and addresses Liam in an annoyed tone, "What's wrong with you?! No cigarettes for minors."

Liam raises his hands in resignation, "Coach, Sam is not a kid anymore... she's almost 19."

"Exactly, almost 19 means 18! So, three damn years until she's 21... or have you become too stupid to do math because all the blood has rushed elsewhere in your head?" he asks calmly.

Liam stutters slightly, "That... that's really not fair," and I have to try not to laugh.

Negan is definitely jealous!

I've experienced a few situations where I thought he was, but always convinced myself that I was imagining things. But now the whole situation is pretty clear, and I secretly enjoy it because it shows me that he really cares about me.

"That's not fair," Negan mimics him.

Offended, Liam shakes his head and extinguishes his cigarette on the wall beside him.

"I'm going back inside, are you coming, Sam?" he asks me, trying to ignore Negan as best as he can.

I briefly catch Negan's gaze and say uncertainly, "Oh... um... you go ahead... I'll be right there... the fresh air is really nice right now."

Annoyed, Liam leaves the balcony, and Negan silently watches through the window as he walks down the long hallway. As soon as he disappears from sight, Negan turns to me.

"That sleazy guy is trying to get in your pants!" he exclaims.

"Mh, could be..." I say, unfazed.

Negan looks at the long hallway once more, and when he sees that no one is there, he pulls me close and kisses my lips.

Slightly surprised by the risky move, it takes me a few seconds to respond to the kiss. But now I don't want to let go of his lips at all. It feels so good to finally feel him again. Seeing him constantly but not being able to touch him is really torture for me.

As we separate, I wipe my lipstick from his mouth.

"Pretty risky, don't you think?" I remark.

He looks at me with a broad grin, "I know how these daring actions make you wet, don't I? And besides, I had to make it clear who you belong to, my sweet! Oh, I have something for you..."

"For me?" my smile turns into a questioning look.

I watch in amazement as he pulls a small black box from his jeans and opens it skillfully. Inside is a delicate golden chain with a small heart pendant featuring a sparkling blue stone. My heart starts to race. Negan has never given me anything, not even flowers. And now he's standing there with a beautiful necklace in his hand.

"I saw it and immediately thought of you... so, what do you say? Do you like it?" he asks.

I take a deep breath and try to hold back my tears with all my might. Quickly, I take a critical look towards the hallway, and when I see that no one is there, I wrap my arms around him.

"You didn't have to do this, it's beautiful..." my words rush out before I kiss him.

-Several hours later-

Some guys are sitting in front of the TV watching some sports show, while the rest of us are gathered around a large table, engaging in lively conversation over a few beers.

Everyone is in this small common room, except Negan.

I catch myself playing with my new necklace and thinking about him. Suddenly, I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Liam loudly announces, "Okay, guys, spin the bottle!"

Everyone cheers, but I ask somewhat annoyed, "Are you serious, isn't that a bit silly?"

But everyone protests, so I resign myself to my fate, and we start the game.

After a few rounds with typical tasks and questions, the door suddenly opens, and Negan walks in.

Some startle and try to hide the hard liquor. Even my heart pumps, but for different reasons, suddenly very strongly.

"I'm officially off duty, so if anyone starts crying because they miss their mommy or gets a paper cut, please don't come to me... and anything else you plan on doing tonight, I don't care..." With this announcement, he grabs a full beer from our table and briefly catches my eye before opening the bottle on the edge of the table and sitting down with a few other guys in front of the TV.

Now I can only see his back.

"Let's continue!" someone suddenly interrupts the silence at the table, "Whoever the bottle points to, has to kiss their neighbor, whether it's the left or right one, they can decide!"

The bottle is spun with full force, and of course, this time it points to me.

"Haha... Sam!" everyone cries out excitedly, and I immediately look to Negan, who discreetly turns around and looks at us. To my left is Liam, and to my right is Layla. I playfully take my time with my decision, even though it's clear from the start. After some hesitation, I slowly lean in towards Layla and take her chin between my fingers. We grin at each other before locking eyes and our lips gently touch. I feel her tongue lightly press against my lips, which initially startles me, but it actually feels quite good, and the thought that Negan is watching us closely spurs me on even more. I let my tongue cautiously explore hers, and the kiss becomes more intimate, with the comments around us getting louder. We take our time exploring each other's mouths hesitantly. Only then do I slowly pull away and give her a loud smack on her full lips as a final touch.

I pause for a moment and look at Negan, who is just turning back to the TV.

"Whoever the bottle points to has to reveal the most unusual place they've had sex..." I say after a brief pause and spin the bottle.

But I don't get to hear the answer because my phone vibrates in my lap. Curious, I look at the display and see a text from "Mister N." My heart skips a beat. I glance at him, but can only see his back. Eagerly, I lean back, making sure no one can see my screen.

"You naughty girl! 🔥" I read and quickly respond.

"Didn't you enjoy the little show? 😉"

"I can't say no. 😉 I just have some worry about leaving you alone with Layla tonight after what I just saw!"

"Don't worry! My pussy belongs only to you! And she misses you so much..🥺"

"I miss her too! How much I would love to run my mouth over her right now and catch every sweet drop with my tongue... I know how much you love that, right?..."

We exchange a few more messages back and forth, even though we are sitting just a few meters away from each other. Each message from him makes my lower body tingle more and my throat gets drier.

-Later in the hotel room-

Layla is already pretty out in bed, while I disappear into the bathroom. When I step out of the shower, I am wearing nothing but Negan's necklace. I look at myself in the mirror, then pick up my phone from the edge of the sink and quickly take a selfie covering my nipples.

"The necklace is so beautiful! 😍" I type underneath and nervously send it to Negan.

My heart is pounding wildly as I brush my hair and keep glancing at the screen. But there is no response. Is he already asleep? I put on my pajamas, and as I'm about to pull the top over my head, I hear the reassuring sound of my vibrating phone.

"Damn, sweetheart. That's not the only thing beautiful in the photo! 💕 Do you know how much I love your enchanting titties? Come on, show me more of them!" he texts.

Unconsciously, I smile immediately and after a few seconds of hesitation, I pull the straps of my top down, fully exposing my breasts, and once again set the camera function on my phone. I take a few photos and quickly choose one to send to Negan.

"Sweetheart, you are way too good to me! Can you imagine how rock hard my cock is right now because of you?"

I type, "No, show it to me, please!" on my phone, and as I send the message, my cheeks glow so much that I feel they might burst any moment.

It doesn't take long before I actually receive a picture of his hard arousal. I never thought something like this would turn me on, but with Negan, it's different. I instinctively squeeze my legs together and bite my lower lip.

"I really want him deep inside me right now..." I type back.

"That's all I can think about right now, damn! We should sleep now, my sweet! The sooner we can be close again..." he writes.

"You're right... pleasant dreams!" I reply, already missing him terribly in that moment. Disappointed, I set my phone aside and put my clothes back on. Then I step out of the small bathroom and, just as I'm about to say something to Layla to distract myself, I open the door. But she doesn't react. Confused, I look at the bed and see her sleeping peacefully.

"Hey Layla?" I ask a bit louder, but there's no response. I look at her once more and make sure she's really fast asleep. Then, quietly, I leave the hotel room and tiptoe barefoot down the hallway. Feeling slightly disoriented, I look at the room numbers on the doors. Of course, I remember Negan's room number. As I get closer to the number, I feel my body pumping with adrenaline. Finally, standing right in front of it, I hesitate for a moment. The risk is quite high. But then I timidly knock on Negan's door, not sure what makes my heart beat faster - the fear of getting caught or the excitement of being able to embrace Negan in my arms.

In the dark hallway, clad in a short pajama shorts and the matching tank top, I look around anxiously. Eventually, I hear movement behind the door and the doorknob turning, sending even more adrenaline rushing through my veins. I try to appear as calm as possible as Negan opens the door a crack and looks me up and down, his grin growing wider with every passing second.

I, too, let my eyes wander. He's wearing only dark gray boxers. Unconsciously, I bite my lower lip as my eyes travel over his slim, defined upper body. His dark chest hair and tattoos make him even more attractive.

On Mondays, after sports, I don't often get the chance to admire him like this. Everything always has to be quick, and we only take off the essentials, so I savor this sight even more. I take a deep breath and meet his gaze once again.

Innocently and softly, I say, "Mr. Smith, I can't fall asleep..."

He slowly licks his lips, and his dark eyes begin to sparkle. Leaning casually against the door frame with one arm, he asks, "Oh, my poor girl, what can I do for you?"

A smile tugs at my lips, and I try to keep my composure and stay in my role. Nervously, I nibble on the fingernail of my right thumb.

"Could you maybe... fuck me hard?" I ask in a pleading tone.

He grabs my wrist firmly and pulls me into his room with a swift motion. As soon as he closes the door, he presses my back firmly against it and starts kissing me passionately.

"I've been wanting to do this the whole damn time," he whispers into my open mouth, just before our tongues meet again.

His tall body presses against mine, and only the thin fabric of my pajamas prevents me from feeling his skin against mine. His right hand travels from my cheek, over my neck, to my shoulder. Skillfully, he takes hold of the strap of my top and slowly pulls it down, fully exposing my left breast. I let out a soft moan as he takes it in his large hand and massages it with considerable pressure. My nipple is caught between his index and middle fingers, and his firm grasp makes it harden. His more dominant touches, which I have yearned for, send a warm sensation directly to my lower abdomen.

"We don't have much time! I want you deep inside me. Please, Negan, I need your hard cock..." I beg him softly. This is not only the absolute truth, but I also know how much he enjoys it when I ask him like this.

With a satisfied grin, he leans his upper body back a bit and lets his dark, sparkling eyes roam over my body.

"You look like a sweet angel, but such dirty words come out of your mouth... My dear, you have no idea how incredible you are! Come on, get on the bed, but undress completely first," he says, smiling, taking a step back to make room for me.

I look at him and remove my top. The way he looks at me with so much desire excites me even more. Slowly, I also rid myself of my shorts and panties, standing completely naked in front of him. Then, I confidently walk past him. His intense gaze feels like it's physically touching me. I'm just about to sit on the bed when he speaks up.

"Oh no, get on all fours... Show me your sweet ass..."

His direct command makes my pussy twitch, and I know he enjoys the fact that I immediately obey his command. So, without hesitation, I turn around and climb onto his bed, ending up in the middle. I stretch out my bottom even more, feeling Negan getting behind me. He places his hand on my back and firmly presses my upper body down. My face presses into the pillow as I grip the sheets tightly.

I feel his teeth on my right buttock and his beard scratching against my skin. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I can sense his warm breath on my sensitive skin. I can tell he's grinning from my reaction. Then, his hand glides lightly along my inner thigh, moving higher, causing me to spread my legs a bit more. Just before reaching my most intimate area, he pauses and then moves back down. Disappointed, I let out a protest.

"What's wrong, my dear?" he asks mockingly.

"Touch my pussy, please..." I plead in a whispering tone.

He immediately grabs both cheeks of my bottom and pulls them wide apart.

"Oh man, you're practically dripping..." he states contently, "... you look so damn hot..". With those words, he buries his face between my legs. His warm tongue leisurely licks through my slit, catching every drop until he reaches my entrance. Slowly, he penetrates me.

Everything in me tightens, my body trembles under his touch as if I'm about to explode.

"Negan, that feels so good..." I moan softly.

With a gentle kiss right on my center, he pulls back.

After giving me a rather hard slap, he then digs his fingers into my butt firmly.

My whole body is addicted to him, to his touch, his tongue, his voice. I want him so badly.

"I want you inside me..." I say, unable to think of anything else.

"First, show me where you want my hard cock, my dear. Come in with your fingers..." he instructs. "I want to see them disappear into your sweet wet pussy."

Without hesitation, I move my hand between my legs and moisten my index and middle fingers with my arousal before sliding them inside me.

"So good..." Negan whispers behind me. Then, I feel him slowly press his index finger into me as well, widening me further. Once his finger is fully inside me, he starts massaging my swollen clitoris with his thumb. My moans grow louder with each passing moment. His index finger is pressed closely to mine inside me, and the more he massages my clit, the more everything inside me tightens, a sensation we both feel clearly.

"Do you feel how good you are...? So damn warm and tight..." he murmurs.

"I'm going to come, Negan..." I pant.

"I know, my dear, I know... come while our fingers are inside you..."

His rubbing on my clit intensifies, and I can barely hold myself up on my knees. My legs tremble as I experience such a powerful orgasm that it takes my breath away.

[pollymorgan]

Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 4

Warnings: Of course, there's still a big age difference and Negan is an absolute asshole. Smut!

The last days of my summer vacation were then massively ruined for me. A few days before school started, I had an appointment in the secretary's office to clarify organizational matters and also received my schedule, with the respective teacher and room. Still in the office, I took a quick look at the schedule and felt like my heart stopped when I saw that my Monday was supposed to end with a double period of sports. And with the teacher 'Negan Smith'. Fate really wasn't kind to me! I tried not to show anything, even though thoughts were running wild in my head.

Should I get a doctor's note, an exemption for sports for some trivial reason? Or just skip? On the first day at the new school. Or ask the school management if it would be possible to join another sports class. But with what justification? None of this is a solution. At least not in the long run. So I decided to just accept my fate. I'll just behave as normally as possible, because he will do the same. What else could we do? But this realization didn't make it any easier.

- First day of school -

So today is the day. My first day at my new high school. I would probably be terribly excited to meet all the new students if my head had room for it. To be honest, my thoughts are only about how it will be to see Negan again in the last double period of the day. As my teacher.

Luckily, my classmates are really cool. I am warmly welcomed in the class and two nice girls immediately take me under their wings. Within a short time, I seem to know everything about the boys and girls in my new class and have already shed some tears from laughing.

Being so positively received eases me and distracts me somewhat from what awaits me today. The lessons are not really strenuous yet. Mostly just organizational things for the last year of high school, so the morning flies by.

Already on the way to the gym, my stomach tightens. I expect Negan to suddenly appear in front of me at any moment and I imagine in my head over and over again how it will be. How it will feel. How he reacts and how I react.

But I finally made it to the changing room without running into him. Which only gives me a brief respite.

"Mister Smith is amazing, you will love him!!!" Mary, a girl from my class, declares next to me as we are getting changed.

This sentence pulls me out of my thoughts again.

"Oh yeah?" I say, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

"Oh yes, he's a really cool teacher ..okay, you have to get used to his sense of humor at first, but he's really fair and also quite hot, ... so, if he were like 20 years younger, I mean of course ..." she grins at me and I try to force a smile back.

"I'm just really glad he's back regularly. Last year his wife had chemotherapy and he was often absent to be there for her. Kind of sweet, right?" Mary continues excitedly and incessantly. Her words almost choke me. His wife just survived cancer and he jumps into bed with me? In his damn marriage bed! What kind of huge asshole is this man turning out to be?

"Everything okay?" my classmate asks me now a little worried. My expression must have been pretty shocked.

I try to recover, "Uh, yeah sure, go ahead ... I just have to go to the bathroom real quick!". While I speak my sentence, I quickly walk towards the bathroom.

"Okay, but hurry up. Mister Smith really doesn't like being late ..." she calls after me.

As quickly as possible, I open one of the stalls. Pretty disoriented, I slump against the door and run my palms over my face. If only I had never been to that stupid football game! I try to pull myself together and take a few deep breaths, then I leave the stall again and stand at the sink. Somewhat puzzled, I look at myself in the mirror. My skin is noticeably tanned and quite a lot of freckles have formed on my nose. Except for some mascara, I wear no makeup and have my hair tied back in a simple ponytail. Almost automatically, I pull my short sports shorts a bit further down and make my way to the gym.

Right on time with the bell, I enter and see my classmates sitting on a long wooden bench. Negan is crouched in front of them, apparently checking off the attendance list. I quickly walk over to them. I've played out the moment of reunion in my head so many times that I hoped it wouldn't feel so bad anymore, but the opposite was true. Even though I can only see his back so far, everything inside me tightens, especially my stomach tenses and makes me feel nauseous.

Slow ly, Negan turns to me and looks at me over his glasses with the dark black frame. He wears his hair much shorter on the sides, while his top hair is gelled back. He looks even better than I remember. Unfortunately!

Slowly, he moistens his lips with his tongue, without taking his eyes off me. "And you must be the new student! Samantha, right? Really great job to be late in your first hour!"

Is he really serious right now? I quickly squeeze onto the last bit of free bench.

"It only just rang when I was already in the gym .. I'm not late at all.." I reply somewhat defiantly.

Negan adjusts his glasses back on his nose with his index finger and then stands up with a swing. I automatically observe him from top to bottom, now that he is standing just a few meters away, in his dark blue tracksuit.

"And then so cheeky too, that's a great start!" he says, grinning provocatively, which only increases my insecurity.

"Let's see if there's more behind the big mouth. Samantha, I would like you to design the warm-up exercise for the entire class today.."

What? I look at him incredulously. Is he really trying to embarrass me? Or what is his damn plan? Not even my worst premonition for this hour was as uncomfortable as this start.

Negan claps his hands loudly and says, "Now go, 5 minutes should be enough!".

I feel the eyes of the others glued to me, so I decide to just go through with it, without thinking about it further. After all, sports has been my favorite subject since first grade, so it shouldn't be a problem to spontaneously create a short warm-up exercise. Determinedly, I stand up and stand in front of my new class. Slowly, the others also stand up and line up in a row in front of me.

"Let's start with some stretching exercises. I'll demonstrate and you follow along.."

One by one, I stretch every part of my body and am grateful that my classmates follow without any objections. My gaze wanders after a short time to Negan. He stands by the wall with his arms crossed, leaning against it, watching me. Even when I look directly at him, his eyes remain fixed on me. And I feel my knees go weak and my heart starts pounding wildly again. I quickly look away to avoid losing control completely.

After a few more exercises, I am relieved when Negan declares the warm-up over. I have already started to sweat quite a bit, which definitely is not just from the physical activity.

He then divides the whole class into different groups. There are several stations set up that we are supposed to work on within a certain time. From jump roping, to the horizontal bar, to vaulting.

Negan is constantly busy at the station where I am. At first, I tell myself it's just a coincidence and I'm imagining things. But as I continue to pay attention, it's quite clear. He only moves briefly to another group when there's a question among the students, but after a short moment, he's back near me. That's why I'm constantly tense. What's the deal? What does he want to achieve? Is he deliberately trying to provoke me? If so, he's doing a very good job.

Finally, when the school bell rings and signals the end of the double period, a feeling of relief spreads through me. The first gym class is over, leaving only countless more until the end of the school year. And if it always goes like today, I don't know how I'll cope.

Everyone rushes towards the changing room and I let myself be carried along by the small whirlwind.

"Samantha, would you be so kind and help me tidy up the stations?" With these words, I stand rooted to the spot. I stare at Negan in disbelief, but he just grins, "Please?".

The remaining students pass by me quickly. After all, it was the last lesson and everyone wanted to start their evening first.

Provocatively annoyed, I go to the other side of the gym and try to lift one of the heavy mats onto the cart.

"Don't you think we would be more productive if we did this together?" Negan amused himself and came purposefully towards me. He also grabbed the mat and let it fall loudly onto the cart.

The murmuring of my classmates was still clearly audible from the changing rooms.

Negan looks at me extensively, I can feel it, even though I try my best to avoid his gaze.

"I wanted to apologize for the call the other day, that wasn't right of me..." he suddenly says.

I almost blurt out "Apologize to your wife instead," but I swallow those words and my anger down. I don't want to say anything out of spite that I might regret shortly after. Whether he is doing it consciously or unconsciously, I cannot assess.

"Okay!" I reply curtly, hoping he won't say anything more and I can just get through this as quickly as possible.

Of course, he doesn't stay silent.

"What I said is still true.." he adds without hesitation. These words make it feel like my heart stops. Shocked, I look directly into his dark eyes, where a hint of green is hidden. I swallow hard and then shake my head in disbelief. Without saying a word, I turn and go to the jump ropes scattered on the floor to collect them.

"Where do these go?" I ask briskly, and Negan points to a small room separated from the gym by a climbing wall.

Determined, I go there and hear him following me with the mat cart. He whistles a tune loudly, overpowering even the clattering of the cart.

Feeling trapped in the small room full of sports equipment, I try to slink past him and back into the gym. But he stands directly and provocatively in my way. Our bodies are now only a few centimeters apart, and I have to look up quite high to be able to look him directly in the eyes. It is only now that I realize the enormous height difference between us. I can't decipher his gaze, but he still takes my breath away. His strong cologne brings back intimate memories of our night together. He leans his upper body back slightly to observe my whole body.

"What are you thinking about right now?" he asks in a deep, calm voice, making my lower abdomen contract.

"Nothing.." I lie hesitantly.

"Bullshit!" With that word, he grabs my upper arm and swiftly turns me around so that I am facing away from him. Then he firmly clasps my chest with his long arms and presses me against his body. Completely off balance, I let myself fall against him. I feel the scratch of his trimmed beard and his warm breath on the thin skin of my neck. Almost instinctively, I tilt my head so that he can get closer.

"How many guys got to fuck your perfect pussy after me, huh?" he whispers softly, lightly touching my ear with his lips, giving me goosebumps.

"No one!" I say firmly, which is also the truth.

"Good.." he states, satisfied, and I feel him smile, "Do you long for the feeling of my cock, sweetie? To feel how deep I was inside you...".

I nod vigorously, as I am short of breath to respond.

I automatically press my body even closer to his. The feeling of his penis, which presses harder against me, makes my lower abdomen contract uncontrollably.

His grip loosens, and he starts running his fingertips over my bare thighs. His gentle touches electrify me.

"You drive me crazy, babe.. I think you're driving me out of my mind. Can you feel how rock hard my cock is because of you? Only you can do that,..only you..." he whispers and buries his face in my shoulder.

I moan softly as I enjoy every skilled movement of his fingers inside my pants. Slowly, the intense sensation drowns out all my thoughts and worries. The only thing I can think about is how good he feels and how much I missed his touches. Surprised, I startle when he suddenly pulls his hand out of my pants. Glancing over my shoulder, I look at him, puzzled, and see him licking his index and middle fingers, wet with my arousal.

Then he grins at me, "You taste so damn good, even better than in my memory.. Come, sit on the mats...".

Determinedly, I turn to face him, maintaining eye contact, and then provocatively wag my index finger in front of his face.

"Oh no, Mr. Smith.. it's my turn today.." First, I give him a gentle kiss and then slowly kneel in front of him.

Smiling, he looks down at me and then states contentedly, "Okay, I'm definitely going to hell, but right now I'm in damn heaven!"

With both hands, I pull down his training pants, along with his underwear. Immediately, my gaze shifts from his eyes to his hard penis, which springs towards me. At the sight, my whole body tingles, and the intense feeling concentrates in my lower abdomen. The nails of my left hand cling to his hip, while my right hand grasps his shaft. I immediately feel it twitch slightly in my hand. Gently, I start to kiss his tip and elicit a light moan from Negan, which incredibly motivates me. He brushes some strands of hair away from my face that have come loose from my ponytail. As I slowly run my tongue over the entire underside of his penis, savoring every vein, until I finally reach his tip again and taste the salty flavor of his pre-cum.

"Baby, it's so hot watching you enjoy this... do you enjoy it, or?" he says, breathing heavily.

I make a confirming sound before letting him enter my mouth for the first time. His penis plunges deep into my throat, making me gasp for breath and causing Negan to groan. "Yes, just like that..."

I repeat this several times. I seal his penis tightly with my lips and feel it twitch with excitement. Briefly letting him slide out of my mouth, I am only connected to his tip by a thread of saliva. I move his shaft up and down with considerable pressure with my hand while looking up at him.

"I want you to come in my mouth.. I want to have your taste on my tongue for the rest of the day.." I beg him.

"Okay, but only if you reach into your panties now and finger yourself to climax while giving me a blowjob!" he states firmly.

Without hesitation, my left hand moves under my clothes, while I let his penis slide back into my mouth.

I am so wet that my fingers slide into me without difficulty.

Negan places his hand on the back of my head, dictating the pace. When I hear him moan my name, I feel like I am about to explode with excitement. And when I feel his sperm pumping through his penis and shooting forcefully into my mouth, my body also experiences a powerful orgasm.

[pollymorgan]

Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 3

Warnings: Of course, there's still a big age difference and Negan is an absolute asshole.

I confess to him that I will be a student at his high school after the summer holidays and therefore lied about my age. I stare at the ceiling, not daring to look at him, but even without eye contact, I feel the tension in the room.

Negan sits up and runs his hands over his face. I dare a quick look at his naked back.

"Shit.." he mumbles softly and then repeats it louder, "Damn shit!"

He turns abruptly to me and looks me directly in the eyes. I can't really decipher his gaze, but I know I've screwed up big time. I am painfully aware of that now.

"Do you realize that with this whole action, you have not only jeopardized my job but damn it, everything?" You can feel he's trying to stay calm, but his voice trembles and sends shivers down my spine.

I sit up now and try to hide my naked body under the covers. I feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed.

With a trembling voice, I try to justify myself. "I'm sorry, I.. I didn't know that...".

"This whole thing must never be found out! Understand?!" he interrupts me without hesitation. He doesn't even acknowledge what I'm trying to explain. My words don't reach him, so I reply only as expressively as possible. "Of course not!!".

He shakes his head in disbelief and then thinks for a moment. The silence in the room makes me feel my heartbeat so clearly that I could swear you can hear it pounding.

Suddenly, Negan stands up and without looking at me, he says emotionlessly, "I'll call you a taxi and then go shower. By the time I'm done, you'll be gone!"

As he says this, I feel my throat tighten. I would like to cry, to get rid of the feeling of not being able to breathe, but I pull myself together as best as I can. When he leaves the bedroom, I can already hear him starting to make a phone call. Quickly, I get up and gather my things from the floor to get dressed quickly.

When I accidentally discover a notepad and pens on his desk, I tear off a piece of paper and write on it "I'm really sorry, but I don't want to undo this night! Sam." Below that, I place my phone number. I have no idea what I hope to achieve with this. I know that this note will probably be torn into a thousand pieces and thrown in the trash in a few minutes. Then I quietly leave the house, as if I want to slip away.

The next few days are really tough for me. I constantly beat myself up with feelings of guilt and can't even talk to anyone about what happened. And the worst part is that I strangely miss Negan. Scenes from that night play over and over in my mind. I imagine how his skin felt on mine. How he looked at me. His dominant voice. The feeling of his fingers, his tongue, his penis. Never has a man driven me so crazy. But why him of all people?

I catch myself constantly staring at my phone. Hoping he didn't throw away my number and would contact me. But of course, no message from him comes.

I only have one option left. I have to get him out of my head and hope that we run into each other as rarely as possible at school. And that won't be too hard, I tell myself. It's a pretty big high school after all.

My cousin keeps asking me and wants to know who or what is responsible for my bad mood. But the fact that I can't talk to her about it depresses me even more. I constantly come up with excuses. "I miss my old clique.. moving is more emotional than I thought!" I lie to her.

She convinces me to make the most of the rest of my summer holidays and introduces me to some of her friends, and luckily, she is so persistent because over time, I have more and more fun. They are really great friends who are up for any activity and distract me perfectly.

The weather is wonderful, and this city offers so many opportunities. Hardly a day goes by when we're not out and about. Shopping malls, swimming pools, sports events, concerts, bars, nightclubs. Over time, I already know my new hometown quite well.

I wish these holidays would never end. But all good things come to an end. I've painfully experienced that several times already, so I have only one week of free time left.

My cousin, a handful of other friends, and I are once again sitting in one of our favorite places in the evening. We've been out all day and are pretty tired, but none of us can say no to one last drink.

I'm about to take a selfie with my friends when I see on my display that I have three missed calls from an unknown number. Surprised, I stare at my phone, which I had silenced so low that I probably didn't hear it ring in the bar's noise. It starts vibrating in my hand again. The same number flashes. Hesitantly, I press the green call button and say loudly, to drown out the background noise, "Hello?"

"Sam? Are you there?" answers a familiar deep voice. A lightning bolt shoots through my body, and my heart skips a beat. Almost automatically, I stand up and move away from my friends, who look at me questioningly.

"Negan?" I ask cautiously.

"It feels so good to hear your voice, damn it, how many times have I imagined it in the last few days!" he says slightly slurred. Oh man, is he drunk?

I can't think clearly and am completely overwhelmed by the situation. I leave the bar purposefully, and the warm night air gives me a chance to take a deep breath again.

"What do you want?" I ask, confused.

"What do I want? I want you, of course, but I can't have you, and that's the damn problem. Tell me you think of me too.. Please, I need to hear it..!".

Oh yes, he's definitely drunk. But as the saying goes, drunk people and little children always tell the truth. And the fact alone that he still has my number makes a lot clear to me.

"I think about you all the time.." I confess, watching the bright lights of passing cars. All the feelings I've successfully suppressed in the past weeks now come rushing back like an avalanche.

"I want you here, to touch you, to see your beautiful smile, Sam. I don't want to have to imagine it anymore.." he whispers into the phone, giving me goosebumps.

"Okay, give me 30 minutes, and I'll be there..." I say decisively into the phone. Suddenly, there is a strange silence on the other end. I wait for his response, my pulse racing wildly.

Hesitantly, he says, "That's not possible.. My wife is back from her cure, and besides, it wouldn't be right. It would be so damn wrong...".

I can't believe he's saying this. He calls me to reopen all wounds and make me feel bad. He was the one who invited me after the football game. He seduced me and took me to his place, even though he's married. He was the one who kicked me out and is now calling me after weeks just to reject me again.

It suddenly dawns on me that I wasn't the villain in this whole situation. Resolutely, I speak into the phone. "Negan, you know what? Just delete my number and forget everything that happened between us." With these words, I press the red call button with trembling fingers. I couldn't have handled a response from him at this point.

[pollymorgan]

Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 2

Warnings: A very large age difference and of course, smut

Arriving at Negan's, I am somewhat surprised by his interior. The house is really much more unassuming than I had imagined, but I don't have much time to look around. Immediately, he grabs my upper arm and pulls me back towards him to kiss me. Without letting go of me, he slowly guides me towards the hallway. My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest. I had never had sex with a man like him before, and the whole situation is completely new to me. But I want it, and every moment feels so incredibly good. As he shows me the way, I take off his jacket and let it fall carelessly to the floor, then I start to unbutton the small buttons of his shirt with slightly trembling fingers.

With a grin, he opens the door behind me "Here we are..." he says contentedly and switches on the light switch, which is located to the right of the door.

I feel his hands wandering to my thighs and slowly pulling my dress over my butt. His right hand briefly leaves my butt and he makes a quick movement to knock something over that is on the dresser behind me. Probably a photo of his wife. In the corner of my eye, I had seen a picture frame there. What an asshole! But I don't give it any further thought, all that matters now is how incredibly his skin feels against mine.

He pulls away from my lips and looks at me intently, then he pushes a strand of hair away from my face and asks, "How do you like to be fucked, come on, tell me, little one. Do you like it from behind, or do you prefer to be on top?"

"I...I...don't know..." I say with a slightly trembling voice.

Negan laughs mockingly, "I absolutely don't believe you, sweetie."

With a skilled movement, he turns me around and with a flat hand, presses my upper body onto his bed, so that I automatically stick out my butt, which is only covered by a black thong. Then he slides his hand directly between my legs, while the other still presses me onto the bed. Two of his fingers slide over my panties and make me moan softly. He presses firmly against my vaginal entrance, which is only covered by the thin fabric. Immediately, everything tightens in my lower abdomen. I need him so desperately inside me.

"Damn, your panties are soaking wet! Would you like it if I took you from behind right now?"

"Yes!" I say convincingly, because I finally need to feel him. He gives me a slap on my butt and then turns me around so that I am sitting in front of him and looking directly at him again. My whole body feels like it's on fire and about to explode at any moment.

"But I promised you that I would spoil you first..." he says, as he grabs my thong at the side and slowly pulls it down. I lift my butt so that he can easily pull it off completely.

He grins satisfactorily, "Come on, spread your legs for me..."

I immediately do as he says. Determined, I slide a bit further onto the bed and open my legs, without breaking eye contact with him, while he quickly unbuttons his shirt and exposes his slim upper body. His dark chest hair and tattoos make him look even hotter, although I thought it was hardly possible. I watch him as I lie on my forearms in front of him and when I see him open his pants and finally stand there in just his boxers, I bite my lower lip.

"Come on, baby, a little more..." he commands, and I spread my legs even further. But I would probably do everything he tells me to do right now.

With the words, "Look at yourself, so damn perfect..." he kneels between my legs.

His beard scratches against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and when I feel his warm breath against my most intimate area, I feel like I could climax just from that sensation alone. Still leaning on my forearms, I watch eagerly every movement of the attractive man. But when his soft lips press gently against my labia for the first time, the feeling is so intense that I completely collapse onto my back. What he does with his mouth makes me moan his name loudly. With his tongue, he skillfully traces eights and briefly touches every spot that sends shivers down my spine. But always just long enough for me to feel like I'm on the verge of orgasm. He knows exactly what he's doing. And this rollercoaster of emotions makes my body tremble.

I can't take it anymore and beg him, "Please Negan, please let me come.." as I grab his hair and press his head even harder between my legs. Finally, he focuses solely on my swollen clitoris. Quickly and with slight pressure, he repeatedly runs his tongue over the most sensitive point of my body. I feel everything tighten inside me. I arch my back and come so intensely that it feels like I can barely handle it. He immediately climbs up to my level and lies down next to me on the bed. He looks incredibly good. His dark eyes sparkle with lust as he looks at me, and his lips are moist with my wetness. Just as I am about to kiss him, he stops me by placing his thumb on my chin.

"Wait, sweetie, first I want you to sit on my face with your perfect pussy..."

I look at him in surprise. Just moments ago, I had experienced an incredible orgasm, I am breathing heavily, and my heart is racing as if I had just run a marathon.

"I...I can't do that...it's too much..." I stammer, breathing heavily.

Negan just grins at me, "Oh, baby, you can do it...Go ahead, hold onto the bed frame and just let go..."

He moves up a bit until he's lying at the head of the bed. I watch him and consider what to do, but he doesn't need any more convincing. I immediately climb onto him and slowly kneel over his face. I timidly push my hips towards him. Every touch feels so sensitive that I fear I may not be able to handle his caresses.

"Not so shy, I promise you'll enjoy it..." With those words, he grips my hips and presses me firmly onto his mouth. The bed frame was a good hint, because otherwise, I probably would have completely lost my balance. I hold onto the cool bars tightly and feel his tongue penetrating me. He gently sucks up the moisture and touches my incredibly sensitive clitoris very gently. I never thought the feeling from earlier could be surpassed.

"Yes, just like that!" I moan unabashedly, letting my head fall back. My second climax hits me unexpectedly, making my legs tremble.

I am so exhausted that I would love to just collapse into bed. But Negan naturally has other plans.

"Sit on my cock, sweetie. I want to see you push it deep inside you! But first, take off that damn dress..."

Completely out of breath, I slide further down and sit on his thighs. Then I pull my dress over my head and now sit completely naked on him. Determined, I pull down his boxers, and he helps me to completely free him from them.

I look at his erect penis intently, and the sight makes everything tighten inside me again. He is so big and rock hard. His glistening tip is moist with precum. And his shaft is covered with thick veins. Just the thought of how it will feel when it rubs deep inside me against my vaginal walls makes me moan softly. I would love to take him in my mouth right now. I don't really like blowjobs, but the thought of running my tongue over him, tasting and pleasuring him, excites me even more.

But there must be time for that later.

Determined, I grasp his penis with my hand. Oh man, he feels fantastic. I lift my hips and kneel directly over him. Then I press him against my wet vaginal entrance and slowly let myself glide onto him. I feel him stretching me more and more, enjoying every inch thoroughly. It's so intense that I close my eyes and bite my lip. Yet, I can't suppress my moans.

"No, don't close your eyes. Look at me..." he says, breathing heavily.

I immediately react to his demand, and when his gaze meets mine directly, the whole feeling inside me intensifies even more.

"Do you like it?" he asks confidently.

"I love it!" I whisper slightly louder than intended, which makes him grin contentedly. He then grips my hips and presses me completely onto him. I need a moment to get used to his size, then I start to slowly rotate my hips. I lean back, supporting myself on his thighs with my hands. Negan's hands move further up to my breasts, which feel incredibly heavy with excitement. My nipples are sensitive, and his deliberate touches make them even harder.

Now I change my position and squat properly on him. This way, I can move up and down even better. He watches appreciatively as his penis repeatedly slides deep into me.

"This sight is insane, little one...Your sweet pussy is getting everything wet...Come on, spread your legs even more...Let me see everything in detail..." he demands, and I immediately comply. My moans, his heavy breathing, and the sound of our bodies colliding fill the room.

After a short while, he grabs my upper arm and pulls me abruptly towards him. Our kiss is so stormy that our teeth clatter together. Negan turns me over with a swift movement. It happens so quickly that I only realize he is suddenly lying on top of me.

With his right hand propped up next to my head on the mattress, he uses his left hand to grab my knee and push my leg up against my body. In this position, he enters me at a completely different angle and feels even deeper inside me. I startle, fearing he might hurt me with how far he is inside me, and instinctively push my hands against his hips.

Surprised, he stops his movement and looks at me with concern. "Are you okay?"

I nod frantically and say, "Yes, yes, really...it's just...I've never been fucked so well, it's all so intense!"

He smiles satisfactorily at me and then slowly and cautiously goes even further into me. Then he rests his burning hot forehead against mine and whispers, "Relax, baby. Focus entirely on the feeling in your perfect pussy now..."

I nod slightly and his movements become even slower and more targeted. He almost completely withdraws from me repeatedly, only to slide back in with his full length.

"It's good like this... Let's come together. I want to feel my cock bring you to climax...can it do that?"

"Oh yes!" I breathe completely breathless, feeling him achieve what I never thought possible. My lower abdomen tightens in waves faster and faster.

"That's it..." he says before groaning loudly, and I feel his warm sperm shooting deep inside me. This feeling is so overwhelming that I climax intensely again.

The next morning, I wake up and have to realize where I am. My gaze sweeps through his bedroom, feeling his naked body pressed firmly against mine. Thoughts of the incredible sex from the night before rush through my mind, sending a warm feeling through me. His steady breath warms my neck. Suddenly, my heart almost stops. Hanging over the back of a chair is a training jacket with the logo of my future school. What does this mean? I quickly turn to him. "Negan, hey..." I wake him quite abruptly.

"What's wrong?" he mumbles sleepily.

"The jacket, what does it mean?" I ask excitedly, pointing to it.

He lifts his upper body wearily to see what I mean. "Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a training jacket from my damn school!"

"What do you mean? Your school??"

"The school where I am a teacher..?" he says gently, kissing my naked shoulder. Before I abruptly clap my hands over my head and push him away.

"Please let this not be true, say it's not true..." I whisper more to myself.

Negan props himself up on his forearm and looks at me in surprise. "What the fucking hell do you mean? What shouldn't be true?"

I cover my face with my palms, hoping to simply disappear.

"I think I have something to confess to you..." I whisper with a trembling voice.

[pollymorgan]

Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 1

Warnings: A very large age difference and of course, smut

Oh, and very important: It's all fiction of course! Please, my dears, use condoms and don't go with old men! :-P

That my mother has to move several hundred miles away with my aunt to open a beauty salon, especially before the last year of my high school, was initially a big shock for me, but now I also see the advantages it brings. First of all, I finally get out of my little town, and there's also the immediate proximity to my cousin. Cassady is 5 years older than me, to be exact 23, but we have always gotten along great. Another advantage is that I no longer have to see my ex-boyfriend every day, since we are no longer in the same class. Plus, I still have almost the entire summer vacation ahead of me to enjoy life to the fullest, like now at this football game. If I were to say I love football, that would be an understatement, because it feels like every American does. For me, it's an absolute dream to live in the city of my favorite team. That's why I'm wearing the appropriate hoodie over my dress and, of course, the matching cap at the game.

The atmosphere in the stadium is absolutely insane and totally captivating. Even if my cousin doesn't really see it that way and only came along because of me.

Now we just have to push through a horde of men to get to our seats. And then hopefully it will start soon. Even though the game will really become secondary. Because the atmosphere alone is reason enough to be here.

Getting to our seats, however, proves to be more difficult than expected. We each have two large beer cups in hand and somehow have to get through this crowd. But the line at the drinks stand was huge, and I didn't want to spend the start of the game waiting in line. So we planned ahead. I almost managed to get to my seat unscathed, when suddenly this guy turns around in a flash. Everything happens so quickly that I can't react anymore, and so I spill half of the beer on him and myself. The tall stranger initially looks at me very angrily and is about to scold me, but then his look suddenly changes as his dark eyes meet mine.

"What the hell.. oh, sorry.. I didn't mean to spill your drink, ...can I offer you a new one? Of course, only if you're already 21.." He starts to grin, and his perfectly white row of teeth shines through his silver-black beard.

I'm still a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation and look bewildered at the large wet spot on his black shirt under his dark jacket. Guys my age are never dressed so well. Only maybe for a funeral or a prom, and I've never been to either.

"I'm already 22.." I say somewhat defiantly, and according to my fake ID, that wouldn't even be a lie.

"Perfect.." he concludes.

He turns around to hand me a full beer from the drinks available behind him. I take it gratefully, and finally my cousin and I can sit down exhausted in our seats.

Immediately she whispers excitedly in my ear, "Did you see how that guy looked at you? He's at least twice as old as you and basically undressed you with his eyes .. pretty cringe..".

I look at her innocently, "Cringe? I actually find him quite cute!"

"Cute?" she asks in surprise, rolling her eyes.

The stranger sits down in the seat right next to me and toasts us.

"Thanks," I say again.

"No problem, pleasure to meet you, i’m Negan!"

"Sam.." I stammer somewhat clumsily.

Then everyone turns back to their groups. After a while, I'm engrossed in conversation with my cousin again, but the guy next to me has put on such an intense cologne that it lingers in my nose the whole time. It smells so ruggedly masculine that it almost drives me crazy. Whenever I have the chance, I shyly glance to the right, but he doesn't look at me anymore. I'm strangely disappointed, so I try to push that thought aside.

The game is running fantastically. My team is winning, which makes me so euphoric that I even infect my cousin with it.

After the game, as we're getting ready to leave, someone roughly grabs my arm. I startle briefly, then look back into the dark eyes that send a pleasant tingling sensation through my entire body.

"Do you and your friend maybe want to come with us to a bar to celebrate the victory a bit?" he asks with a deep tone, and I feel my stomach vibrating at his words.

Suddenly, my cousin's voice snaps me out of my trance. "No, sorry, we have to get up early..".

I look at her puzzled.

"Um, actually... apologize for us for a moment!".

The stranger seems to be thoroughly amused by this situation.

I turn to her and whisper in her ear, "That sounds fun... come on, let's go with them!"

"With these guys?!" she says a bit too loudly.

Startled, I turn around, but he is engrossed in a conversation again and apparently, thankfully, hasn't noticed. After a seemingly endless discussion, we agree that I will go to the bar with them without her. But only with the promise to be reachable on the phone at all times.

Reluctantly, Cassady bids me goodbye with a hug and whispers in my ear, "Take care of yourself... and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Since my cousin has quite a bit of a checkered past, I don't even feel guilty promising her that.

When I agree to go with them, the stranger firmly takes my hand to guide me through the crowd out of the stadium. I'm initially a bit shocked by this strange situation, but fearing to lose him among the crowd, I interlock my fingers tightly with his and let him lead me out of the stadium.

The three of us, along with another man, take a seat on the backseat of a large black Audi. The men in the car are engaged in lively conversation about the game. Fortunately, I understand quite a bit about football and can engage in some discussion without sounding dumb, even though everyone else present is probably 30 years older than me.

After a short ride, we park in front of a small bar.

As we enter, the smell of smoke and alcohol greets me. The men take a seat at a round table, and I excuse myself for a moment to go to the bathroom.

There, I take off my sweater and am quite glad that I'm wearing a short black dress underneath. I take off my cap and let my hair down, then adjust it and try to fix my makeup a bit. I take a deep breath a few more times, looking at myself in the mirror. Then I go back, determined. But the table is empty. Startled, I look around, a thousand thoughts racing through my head.

But then I hear someone call out, "Here we are!" The voice comes from the billiard table. Relieved, I see Negan sitting on a sofa in front of the others. I walk purposefully towards them.

Two are already playing, and the clattering of the balls drowns out the conversations in the entire bar.

Since the couch is already occupied, I take a seat on the armrest next to Negan. He unabashedly looks me up and down and then offers me a beer.

"You look damn good..." he says directly, making my heart skip a beat and my cheeks blush.

After the men finish their game, I challenge him. He accepts with a smile, probably not expecting that I practically grew up at the billiard table. As he takes his first shots, he realizes it's not as easy as he thought, which pleases me.

Watching him concentrate more on the game makes me proud, and he looks even better doing it. As he leans closer to make his next move, he unexpectedly gives me a rather strong pat on the backside.

"Hey, unfair move!" I protest immediately, which only elicits a tired smile from him, but sends a strong tingle down in my lower abdomen.

But I manage to win against him, albeit very narrowly, which clearly annoys him. Afterwards, he has to endure some teasing from his buddies. Resignedly, he sits back on the sofa, and I proudly perch on the armrest again.

During the next round with his friends, we engage in animated discussions about their gameplay and continue drinking our beer. After a while, Negan starts touching my bare shin. At first, he just places his warm hand there, but then he starts stroking it slowly. The touches of his large rough hands are so gentle that they give me goosebumps. I enjoy this feeling and what it does to me to the fullest. I'm disappointed when he lets go of my leg, but only to offer me a vodka shot that the waitress had placed on a large tray in front of us. The drink is much needed, as my mouth feels incredibly dry.

We clink glasses, and I down the shot in one go. The sharp alcohol burns in my throat and then warms my stomach, shooting straight to my head. I can tell that Negan is watching my every move closely.

As soon as I place the empty glass back on the table, he puts his hand on my thigh.

"You look so damn sexy drinking it all in one go, do you like swallowing other things too?" he whispers unabashedly.

I almost slap him out of reflex, but as I look into his grinning face and his lustful eyes meet mine, my whole lower abdomen tightens, and I can't help but smirk. We gaze at each other for a while, and then I decisively say, "Why don't you find out.."

Without warning, he pulls me onto his lap, and before I know it, I'm straddling him, and he immediately starts kissing me. His lips are incredibly demanding. I place my hands on his cheeks to try to control the situation somewhat, while I completely forget everything around me and simply ignore the stupid comments from others.

His fingers trail down my back purposefully, immediately gripping my buttocks tightly. Then he presses me firmly against his pelvis. Excited, I breathe against his open mouth as I feel his penis getting harder and pressing strongly against me.

Sensing my hesitation, he whispers softly, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing.. it's just pretty big.." I grin, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He smiles contentedly and presses me against him again, then gently kisses the sensitive skin on my neck and says in my ear, "Oh, don't worry, pretty princess, I'll order a taxi for us now, and then we'll go to my place where I'll pamper you so much that your little pussy will get nice and wet for me, and then my big, hard cock can slide into you slowly and effortlessly. How does that sound?"

His deep voice and direct manner drive me crazy. I nod decisively and kiss him again. I then take his right hand off my butt and guide it under my dress, directly between my legs.

"I'm already so wet for you, feel it!" I reply somewhat shyly.

His fingers deftly shift my panties aside, while his eyes scan my face precisely, enjoying every reaction from me. Slowly, he skillfully glides his middle finger through my cleft, causing me to involuntarily flinch.

"You're such a naughty sweet girl!" he remarks amusedly, as his finger leaves my most intimate place again, moistening my lips with my wetness. He then kisses me again, passionately sucking my taste from my lips. "You taste incredibly good.." he says contentedly.

[pollymorgan]

Hi! Do you have a masterlist? I really want to read Ex-husband Negan but I’m struggling to find them all so I can read all the parts in order

Oh sorry, unfortunately I'm not able to create something like that, but if you go to my profile I have posted them all one after the other, I hope that helps you.. Thank you for your interest. ✌️✌️🥰

[pollymorgan]

Ex-husband Negan Part 12

As soon as Negan sat down, his hand landed on my naked thigh.

"May I introduce Jacob? This is Negan... my ex-husband," I said, knowing that it would incredibly provoke Negan to be referred to in that way, even though it was the truth. I could tell by his expression that I was absolutely right. Negan stared at me continuously, his eyes noticeably darkening. He did not even acknowledge Jacob. His grip tightened, his long, strong fingers digging slightly into my skin.

"Have I told you how stunning you look today, darling? I feel like you just keep getting more beautiful... Isn't she incredible, Jacob?" Negan asked in an artificially calm tone, closely observing every little reaction on my face.

I laughed loudly and replied sarcastically, "That's probably due to the Botox in my forehead, where I had the deep worry lines you caused me injected away..."

"Oh, I'm sure that's not the reason..."

Slowly, he leaned in towards me and whispered, his sensual lips lightly brushing against my ear and his trimmed beard scratching the heated skin of my cheek. "...more likely due to last night. How many times did you come, my sweet, hm? I must admit, I counted... Three times..."

With his words, my heart began to beat wildly as his hand freely moved a few inches up my thigh.

"I... I should probably go now... Have a pleasant evening..." Jacob's voice interrupted my thoughts, which Negan's words had immediately triggered within me. Images in my mind that were much more explicit than the photo on my phone.

"Oh no, Jacob... why don't you stay a little longer, it would really make me happy, we were just having such a nice chat..." I knew I was only saying this to provoke Negan, as there was definitely no chance of a pleasant conversation between the three of us. I did feel sorry for using the poor guy for this little power play between my ex-husband and me, but it was just too much fun to stop now.

Although Jacob sat back down in his chair, it was clear that he felt quite uncomfortable in his own skin.

I reached for my cocktail on the table and took the last sip. Then I held the glass under Negan's nose.

"Would you be a dear? Jacob enjoys Martinis, and you know pretty well what I like..." I winked at him.

To my surprise, the big man actually stood up and grabbed my empty drink. With his other hand, he suddenly cupped my chin, causing me to audibly gasp in shock as he tilted my head back to give me a firm kiss on the lips. It happened so quickly that I couldn't even think in that moment.

"Leave it, I can get my own drink..." the stranger at the table stuttered, but Negan was already on his way to the bar.

During the time when we were alone at the table, an uncomfortable silence loomed. What had I dragged Jacob into?

I was about to suggest to him that I was very sorry and maybe it would be a good idea for him to leave, but before I could find the right words, Negan placed a full Martini glass in front of him.

He handed me a reddish-yellow cocktail directly into my hand, "Sex on the Beach," he commented briefly, and the grin he wore was all too familiar.

[pollymorgan]

Ex-Husband Negan Part 11

It was naturally impossible to keep the renewed relationship with my ex-husband a secret from our daughters. How could I? After all, we're talking about Negan, whom I had once again gotten involved with.

At some point, he showed up at our doorstep to surprise us. And it was with a trip to Mexico for the four of us. I had no idea where he got the money from again. But our girls were thrilled, and I knew we would never be able to hide our relationship for 10 days. So I was honest with them and hoped that this time it would really work, even though I was more than skeptical myself.

The hotel was stunning, a beautiful property with a huge spa area, and even the flight there was incredible fun. There's just nothing better than watching Negan make our daughters laugh. So I decided not to be a party pooper anymore and just enjoy this vacation with my family.

The first two days were spent soaking up the sun, enjoying the pool and the beach, and eating delicious food. Everything was perfect, and life felt so easy after everything that had happened in the past few weeks. The breakup with my ex-partner, the dispute over our shared house, the terrible atmosphere at work because Steve and I are colleagues on top of everything else, and finally the self-doubt I had for getting involved with Negan again. I often wondered, shouldn't I know better by now? But right now, those thoughts and worries were blown away, and it did wonders for my soul.

On the third day of our vacation, Negan wanted to go diving with Lizzie and Gracie. The mere thought of being dependent on a small oxygen device underwater terrified me. So I decided to stay at the hotel and treat myself to a day of wellness. My family tried to convince me to at least come along. After all, the trip was planned for the whole day, and they wanted me to overcome my fears. But all their coaxing didn't help. I was determined that nobody could get me to put my head underwater.

So I bid farewell to the three in the morning when they were picked up in front of the hotel, feeling a bit uneasy. But I knew Negan would take good care of our girls. He always had, without fail.

I made full use of all the spa offerings at the hotel throughout the day: massages, pedicures, manicures, facials... the whole shebang. It felt heavenly. When I got ready for dinner in the evening, I felt completely comfortable in my skin. I slipped into a short blue dress with white stripes, one shoulder bare. I styled my long dark hair slightly wavy, even though I knew it was probably futile due to the humidity and they would probably not look the same after five minutes.

After dinner, I decided to sit in the beach bar for a while and end my "me-day" there until my family returned.

I sat directly at the bar on a stool because I didn't want to occupy a whole table by myself. As I took a sip of my admittedly strong Caipirinha, I was glad I had eaten well beforehand. Otherwise, the drink would probably have gone to my head even faster than it already had. I took out my phone from my bag to sort through some vacation photos. I felt like I had already taken 1000 photos in the first two days. So I edited, deleted, and moved the pictures on my screen while enjoying my cocktail, lost in thought. When I came across a candid shot, I swiped as quickly as I could. Still, I glanced around quickly to see if anyone had just looked at my phone. Luckily, no one did, but my cheeks still heated up even more, from the alcohol and the heat.

Negan had taken a photo of me last night, giving him a blowjob. And I was so sure he had deleted it again. This guy! What was he thinking? After all, it was not unlikely that our daughters would also look at the pictures. Still, I couldn't help but smile.

Next to me at the bar sat a very elegantly dressed couple around my age. They caught my eye from the start, just like probably everyone else. Their light-colored clothes were perfectly coordinated and looked like they were from a fashion magazine. It wasn't over the top, just elegant and stylish. At some point, the lady left her place, and I looked up in surprise when I noticed the man moved a stool over after a few minutes and now sat next to me.

When I looked at him, his bright blue eyes met mine directly, surrounded by small laugh lines on his tanned skin. He raised his glass and toasted me. What a damn jerk! His wife had just left, and he was already flirting with the next person, and I thought, only one could be so bold...

So I tried to ignore him and focus back on my phone.

"So grumpy in such a beautiful place?" he suddenly asked, his voice sounding like that of an audiobook narrator. Was he actually one? An audiobook narrator? It somehow seemed fitting, but what do audiobook narrators typically look like? You don't see them often... Stop, why was I even thinking about this random stranger, about whom I knew nothing, except that his eyes resembled the ocean and he seemed like quite the jerk...

As a light breeze passed by, I caught a whiff of a woody, exotic scent of patchouli. The man not only had a great sense of style but also knew his perfumes.

"If the drinks weren't all-inclusive, I would have liked to invite you for one. Maybe..." I quickly interrupted him, "Sorry, I think you should find someone else or go back to your wife..."

He looked completely baffled. "My wife? I don't understand... Oh, you mean my sister Claire?! Who was just sitting here..."

I shook my head in annoyance. Sister? What a bold lie. Had Negan ever pulled something like that too? Passing me off as his sister...? The thought didn't seem too far-fetched.

The man beside me immediately sensed that I didn't believe him. "Claire and I are twins. We're here in Mexico because her daughter is getting married... My wife, well I mean... I've been a widower for almost a year. That's probably why my flirting skills are so rusty. Please excuse me!"

I saw his clear eyes slightly mist up in an instant. Oh man, how insensitive had I been? Had Negan's behavior already damaged me to the point where I saw the worst in every man? Feeling embarrassed, I turned to the stranger and apologized meekly. But luckily, the man didn't seem to hold it against me and grinned at me. I noticed how he subtly scanned me from head to toe in seconds. He did it skillfully, but I didn't miss it. However, it wasn't uncomfortable, on the contrary, it even boosted my ego a bit.

He introduced himself as Jacob, and after ordering another drink, we decided to take a seat at one of the tables to have a better conversation. What did I hope to gain from this? Nothing! Honestly, I hadn't thought about it. He just seemed like an interesting, open person, and I wanted to know more about him. After he had shared a bit about himself, without sounding arrogant, he asked me if I was here alone. I don't know why I hesitated for a moment before answering, but then I said, "No, here with my family..."

His face momentarily hardened, but then he smiled again, albeit not as naturally as before. "So, married...?" he inquired, leaning back in his chair to create more distance between us.

I looked at him thoughtfully and truthfully replied, "Well, it's complicated..."

He nodded as if he understood what I was trying to convey, even though I didn't quite get it myself. "Kids?" he asked instead.

"Two wonderful daughters and you?“ I grinned.

"A not always so wonderful son..." he laughed honestly and told me about some escapades of his offspring, which were all more or less harmless but damn funny.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder that grabbed me somewhat roughly. Startled, I looked up and met Negan's dark eyes, which were glaring at me.

I felt caught, but caught at what exactly? After all, I was just having a conversation. Still, I automatically held my breath.

"Wow, looks like you're having a lot of fun... What's so funny here, my love? I want to laugh too..." he said, and his voice sounded even deeper than usual, sending a slight shiver down my body.

Jacob tried to say something to defuse the situation, but Negan immediately cut him off. "I'm talking to my wife, not with a George Clooney Double for the visually impaired..."

"Negan!" I scolded him sternly, although I had little hope that it would do any good.

Unfazed, he took a seat at the empty chair at our table, and I knew this whole situation was not going to end well...

I have a question. In what situations or flashbacks would you still like to see the two of them? Please give me some inspirations. Thank you for your feedback!🥰🤗

[pollymorgan]

Ex-Husband Negan Part 10

Warnings: Hot sex with a camera in hand.

Later in the evening, I found myself sitting in my garden with Negan. Our daughters were sleeping elsewhere and we were alone. It was already dark as I sat on a plastic chair, wrapped in a blanket, sipping on my too strong whisky, while watching Negan build a fire in the small bowl in front of us. I was still very angry with him, of course because of the weird flirting with Lizzie's acting teacher. But mostly, because he didn't see how his behavior hurt me.

Yet, watching him now, focused on the fire, made my heart race. The way the flames illuminated his slightly tanned skin and every single wrinkle. Damn, he looked forbiddenly good. Every year a little more. That damn bastard.

When he was satisfied with his work, he sat down on a chair opposite me and stretched out his long, slender legs. After taking another big sip that burned slowly down my throat, I said, "If an apocalypse ever breaks out, I'll stick to your heels..."

Negan watched the flickering fire intently, his eyes glowing in the special light.

"Darling, I'm certainly not the only one who knows how to move wood to make it burn..." he grinned.

I shrugged, "No, but you're calculating, ruthless, and ruthlessly selfish... I think that would be an advantage in such a world..."

We were silent for a moment, staring at each other until he calmly said, "That may be, but fuck, I would do anything for you and our daughters. Not just in such a situation, but immediately and without hesitation..."

We talked for a while longer, and I have to admit, I snapped at him quite a bit. But I just couldn't let everything slide anymore. If things were to somehow work out between us again, and not just in the bedroom, Negan had to finally accept my boundaries.

Later in the evening, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a white towel tightly around me before heading to Negan's bedroom. He was tapping on his phone, but immediately put it down as I entered the room.

"Hallelujah, I believe I see a damn angel, should I confess, or why this heavenly encounter...?" he said in typical Negan fashion, making me roll my eyes. But then I couldn't help but smile.

"You confess? Sorry, but even the lifetime of an angel wouldn't be enough for that, although they are immortal, right?"

Grinning mischievously, Negan shrugged, his eyes roaming over my body, "Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?"

"What?" I asked, hoping for something somewhat sensible to come out of his mouth this time, although the chances weren't very high.

"Our little honeymoon video..."

-19 years ago-

I jumped in surprise as the shower curtain was suddenly pushed aside. I had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed Negan entering the bathroom. When I turned to him, he stood there, grinning, holding a large black camera in his hand, which he had bought with our wedding money. Quickly turning off the water, I asked incredulously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm filming our honeymoon!" he declared confidently.

We had just gotten married and left for the coast the day after the wedding. We had rented a small beach bungalow, but we hadn't seen the sea since our arrival yesterday. However, we were already quite familiar with the bed.

"Today is the 8th of July, 2004, and my beautiful wife is in the shower, lathering up her perfect tits..." he narrated the situation, pointing the camera at me.

Slightly annoyed, I rolled my eyes, "But we can't show this video to my parents..."

He looked at me joyfully, his dark eyes twinkling, "No, baby! The recordings are just for us... and now just continue where you left off!"

Slightly hesitant, I continued to spread the foam on my cleavage, taking my time. I first gently touched my breasts, then squeezed them harder, gently pinching my nipples to make them harder. Before I took the showerhead and rinsed off the soap.

Negan watched every movement closely, chewing lightly on his lower lip.

"Fuck, my wife is stunning..." he whispered softly into the camera, making me tingle all over with the way he looked at me.

"Come on, my darling, tell us what we've experienced so far..." he commanded.

I tore my gaze away from him and looked directly into the camcorder, "Mhh.. My incredibly hot husband has fucked me four times since we got here..."

"Did you enjoy it?" Negan confidently asked, and I nodded vigorously.

"Is your sweet pussy happy?..." he asked, grinning.

I replied with a smile and a clear 'yes'.

"Come on, show it a little to the camera..."

Instantly, I felt my cheeks flush even more than they already were. "Negan..." I said uncertainly.

"Come on, my angel... in a few years, we'll be glad we have this film..." he said expectantly.

After a few seconds of my mind racing, I looked around the small shower stall, "Oh, I don't know how, there's not enough space here..."

He reached out his hand, "Then come on, onto the bed with you..."

Feeling nervous, I took his hand and stepped out of the shower. As I walked past him towards the bedroom, I could feel his gaze on my wet body.

"Holy shit, what a hot ass..." Negan called after me before quickly following me.

I slowly climbed onto the big bed, the covers still tousled and clearly smelling of sex. Hard, good, uninhibited sex.

He licked his lips eagerly as he held the camera. My hair was soaking wet, and the water droplets ran down my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered to me in a deep voice as I began to caress myself gently. Starting with my breasts again, but quickly moving down to my stomach, drawing small circles while my legs were bent but still closed.

"Come on, sweetheart, show me where you need my hard cock..." he commanded, opening his pants with one hand to give himself some freedom.

I placed my hand flat between my legs, covering my warm, aroused vulva. Then I spread my legs wide, eliciting a satisfied sound from Negan.

"Play with it a little... make it nice, wet and ready for me..." my husband ordered with the camera in hand, and I immediately did as he asked, even though it wasn't necessary anymore since I was already more than aroused.

Gently, I ran two fingers through my folds, spreading my moisture. Then I applied light pressure to my swollen clit, keeping my eyes only on Negan. He watched me for a while, enjoying how I softly moaned his name, until he finally remarked, "Sweetheart, that looks incredibly delicious..."

I withdrew the two fingers that had just entered me, bringing them directly to my mouth. Slowly, I moistened my lips with my juices and then licked the rest off with relish.

"I think you should try it yourself..." I winked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he stared at me with his mouth slightly open.

Immediately, his expression turned into a wide grin as he positioned the camera on the small cabinet behind him and quickly checked if everything was in frame.

Then he climbed onto the bed with me, never breaking eye contact. Not even when he ran his tongue all the way through my center, taking in as much of my essence as possible.

His touches made my body tremble. Instantly, his soft lips placed kisses on my most sensitive spot. I desperately searched for something to hold onto. It was so intense that I needed support. Eventually, my fingers buried themselves in his hair, pressing him closer to me. As he licked me to the brink of madness, my thighs shook, and a powerful orgasm engulfed me after a short time.

[pollymorgan]

Ex-Husband Negan Part 9

So I had done it again, I had gotten involved with Negan for the hundredth time, even though I knew exactly what that would mean. After all, I've known the guy for almost 30 years and if he hadn't managed to change in that time, he wouldn't now either.

Steve, whom I had been in a relationship with for years before, hadn't contacted me after catching me with Negan, but now he was starting to make demands, as we had taken out the loan for the house together back then. It was only logical that he wanted his share. But I pushed aside those worries for this afternoon. After all, today was my 11-year-old daughter's big day. Lizzie had been very involved in the theater club at her school for a long time, and now she had even snagged the lead role in the latest play. She had clearly inherited her acting talent from her father, but she used it more wisely than he did.

Now Lizzie and I were already standing at the door, waiting to be picked up by Negan. He was, as usual, running late, but I was sure he would be here on time, because he was really good at this dad thing. Still, I hadn't told our children yet that we were giving it another try - again. My official version for Negan was that the separation from Steve had affected them so much and I wanted them to be able to process this change first. Of course, that was a lie! It would be the best thing for them to know that Negan and I were back together, and that's what scared me so damn much. That it wouldn't work out again and they would have to experience it all over again.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Negan's car turn into our driveway at a rapid pace. Why was he so late again? The worst thoughts immediately crossed my mind, but I tried to push them aside.

Excitedly, my daughter took her seat in the back, while I sat next to the grinning man at the wheel.

"Dad, you're soooo late..." Lizzie immediately complained. But Negan only looked at her through the rearview mirror and calmly said, "I'm happy to see you both. You ladies look great."

Then he leaned over to me and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. His aftershave and soft lips clouded my senses. He still managed to activate the butterflies in my stomach without any problems. How does this guy do it?

"Isn't Gracie coming along?" he suddenly asked, looking a bit puzzled.

"Um... no, she's sleeping over at a schoolfriend's house..." I lied, hoping fervently that my youngest daughter wouldn't slip up now, because of course she was at her Boyfriend's house. Ever since he got his own apartment, they spent every free minute together, but I knew that Negan wouldn't like that if he found out. On the contrary. Luckily, he bought my white lie.

Later, we sat among the other parents in the school auditorium and admired our daughter's talent on stage. She was really doing exceptionally well, okay, every mother might say that about her child, but her performance really touched me deeply and when I looked at Negan, who was captivated by the stage, I saw that he was bursting with pride too. With a permanent grin on my face, I reached for his hand. Immediately, he gently held my hand and stroked the back of my hand with his thumb. After a while, he whispered in my ear, "Our little one is doing great, she captivates everyone, just like her mother..."

Only when the play ended did Negan let go of my hand to applaud, a bit too loudly for my taste. At least now everyone present knew which child belonged to us. After the young actors had disappeared briefly behind the stage, they came to their parents. Immediately, we showered Lizzie with congratulations and compliments as she approached us. After a few selfies that Negan took with his phone, we were suddenly interrupted by a woman's voice, "Lizzie, you did really great, I knew you could do it..."

"Thank you, Miss Jones! These are my parents..." my daughter beamed at her and pointed at us.

Oh, so this was Miss Jones, the leader of the drama club. Her bright blue eyes scanned me as she reached out her hand to greet me. "It's nice that you're here together, I know how much this means to Lizzie..." she said, immediately turning her gaze to Negan.

What did this blonde doll know about my daughter and us? Yes, maybe my resistance towards her wasn't fair, but I knew these types of women. After all, Negan had cheated on me with them often enough.

So it didn't surprise me much when, after he released her hand following a greeting that was way too long, he took up his flirtatious position. Slowly, he leaned his upper body back and unabashedly let his gaze roam over her body, then flashed his most charming smile. "Do you also teach adults? I've been told so many times that I have acting potential, but somehow I've never really tapped into it."

I rolled my eyes in disgust, not surprised by his behavior, but still hurt by it. How many more of these situations did I have to endure before I finally came to my senses?

With a lump in my throat, I cleared my throat before saying curtly, "Excuse me, I need to go somewhere..." Catching Negan's gaze, it seemed like he immediately understood what was going on. But probably he didn't care, he had better things to do.

My steps quickened as I left the hall. I needed fresh air and a cigarette urgently! I hurried outside, and the light breeze that greeted me helped me clear my mind a bit. What a damn jerk! He was flirting with my daughter's teacher right in front of us. Unbelievable. Only Negan could pull off something like that. With fingers slightly trembling in anger, I searched for the pack in my bag to take out a cigarette. I took a strong drag, feeling the nicotine rush through my bloodstream, providing only little relief.

My thoughts were spinning so loudly in my head that I didn't notice someone approaching. It was only when I felt the familiar, strong hands on my hips that I startled briefly, but said nothing and continued to stare ahead. Negan released his right hand from me to grab mine. He brought it to his mouth and took a drag of the cigarette clutched between my fingers. After exhaling the smoke, he buried his face in my neck, his beard pleasantly scratching my delicate skin.

"Lizzie wants to sleep over at her friend's house tonight. The two of them just asked me all excitedly. I said I have to get your approval first. What do you say, hm? Then we'd have the house to ourselves..." he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Typical, he didn't mention a word about what he had just done.

"It seems like you'd rather have someone else to be alone with..." I retorted defiantly.

Still holding my hand, he tugged me towards him with a quick pull. I tried tensely to avoid his gaze as his hazel eyes scanned my face. Then he grinned at me arrogantly, "Damn, sweetheart, are you jealous of that little mouse?" Amused, he shook his head.

Dumbfounded by his presumptuous manner, I stared at him. "Yes, may I remind you that such little mice tend to find their way into your bed?"

His expression became more serious, and he grabbed me to pull me closer to him. I only half-heartedly resisted. "Darling, you mean the old Negan... but the brand new Negan is standing in front of you. I promised you that I wouldn't do something like that anymore..."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Funny, I'm having a deja-vu right now..."

"Fuck, but I can't stop flirting for two reasons alone. Firstly, because you look so damn hot when you get jealous..." Negan smiled, "...and secondly, because the makeup sex afterwards is always phenomenal."

"You jerk!" I said, giving him a slap on his shoulder, but couldn't help but smile. This guy was so bold, but he was also right!

[pollymorgan]

Ex-Husband Negan Part 8

Warnings: A woman who is probably running into her ruin and a bit of sex.

Steve's gaze still wandered incredulously between us.

"I... I always knew..." he stammered.

I didn't know what to say. No words could explain this whole situation. What was the right answer? "It's not what it looks like...?". But it was exactly what it looked like. I felt terribly sorry for Steve. Especially that he had to find out like this. After all, I painfully knew what it felt like to be in his position.

"Steve, let's talk about everything in peace!" I said softly.

"About everything? Just as soon as I'm not around, you spread your legs for this idiot, even in our bed, and now you want to talk about everything? I bet this wasn't even a one-time thing...". His voice was getting angrier by the minute.

"One thing I have to give you credit for, Stevieboy... you're a really clever guy..." Negan chimed in amused.

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes, only this jerk managed to make a terrible situation even more unbearable.

"Just shut up, Negan!" I snapped at him, but he just shrugged unimpressed.

"No, let him talk, he seems to be the only one finally telling me the truth here...". Steve's voice trembled incredibly.

Suddenly, I heard my daughter's sleepy voice. "Mom, what's going on here?". Now she stood there, in her pajamas, with wide eyes, in the doorway.

"Go back to bed, this is a matter for adults..." Steve ordered loudly.

Pumped up, Negan headed purposefully towards Lizzie, who was trying to make sense of the situation, brushing against Steve's shoulder so hard that he stumbled back a few steps.

"Never talk to my daughter in that tone again!" Negan scolded him seriously and then said gently to her, "Come on, I'll take you to bed!". Gratefully, she accepted the invitation and they both disappeared in the direction of her room.

Steve and I stared wordlessly at each other for a while. I saw all the anger and disappointment in his eyes. I felt so sorry for everything, but I couldn't do anything that would change the situation.

With a broken voice, I said, "Maybe it would be better... if... you... left now...".

Ashamed, I stared at the ceiling, covering my half-naked body.

"So that's it now? How broken are you that you're falling for this sick guy again? Damn it, haven't I given you everything you need?" he asked desperately.

He was right. Every word was so true and I knew it myself. Negan and I. It couldn't work. It hadn't worked for the past 30 years. Yet, if I looked deep into my soul, he was the only man I really wanted. I often hated myself for it, but it was the truth.

"Steve, it's not because of you!" I tried to appease him somehow.

Shaking his head, he replied, "I know, it's all because of you...".

With that sentence, he left the house and probably my life. I stared after him incredulously until I was startled by the sound of the slamming front door. Tears immediately filled my eyes.

I wiped my face a few times, then I stood up purposefully, put on the first nightgown I could find over my underwear, and went to Lizzie's room.

I was determined to kick Negan out. Yes, I had brought him here. But the situation just now had shown me more clearly than ever that he had no place in my life - except as the father of my children.

He was a selfish, egotistical jerk. I had known that for far too long and still fell for him over and over again.

The door to my youngest daughter's room was slightly ajar. Just as I was about to angrily open it, I heard her talking to Negan.

"Yeah, Steve and she are always arguing, I hate it... every time you're here, Mom laughs so much. I think she thinks you're the funniest person in the world..."

My heart skipped a beat at her words. I never thought she would pick up on so much of the arguments between me and Steve, but I was clearly mistaken.

"Hey, that's because I'm the funniest person in the world..." Negan countered.

"Kind of..." Lizzie replied amused.

"Hey, remember, I'm your father, I can still give you a grounding..." my ex-husband joked with her and I couldn't help but smile.

"I wish so much that Mom and you would get back together someday, I mean, that we would be a real family again..." my daughter said seriously.

"We are a real family! Please never forget that!... But your old man is also a real jerk, at least sometimes, and even though I love your mother very, very much, I once broke her heart pretty badly and that can't be easily fixed, unfortunately....Hey, I have something for you, if you promise me that you'll take good care of it and give it back to me if I ever need it again..."

"What is it?" my daughter asked excitedly, and I was just as curious, hidden behind the door.

"First, your promise, young lady!" Negan reminded her.

After my daughter made a vow, there was a moment of silence, then she asked curiously, "What is this ring?".

"This is my most valuable possession, and you are now responsible for it, understood? This is my wedding ring, your mom put it on me at our wedding when we promised to love each other forever, and you know, promises are not to be broken...".

Immediately, a lump formed in my throat. I knew that if I continued to eavesdrop, my sobbing would give me away, so I tiptoed back to the bedroom.

I immediately collapsed into bed. My head was buzzing with everything that had just happened. It felt like a bad dream playing out in fast-forward. But unfortunately, it was bitter reality.

I turned off the light and covered myself. But of course, I couldn't sleep. Thoughts kept bombarding me and wouldn't let me rest.

After what felt like an eternity of agonizing silence, the bedroom door suddenly opened. My heart pounded in my chest, and small flashes shot through my body.

I closed my eyes and didn't move. But I still felt Negan's presence more than clearly. I sensed him sitting on the bed. I felt his eyes on me. Then, he apparently took off his T-shirt and opened his belt to let his jeans fall to the floor.

The nonchalance with which he lay next to me made me angry, but as he put his arm on my hip, I automatically pressed my body closer to his.

His lips lightly touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't want to think anymore, just feel. Feel him. Only him.

He started to trace his fingertips lightly over the bare skin of my thigh. Up and down, over and over. Then he pushed my nightgown further up, so that I could press my almost naked butt against his, clad only in boxers.

I rubbed against him gently, feeling him harden under my movements. The sensation alone made my core heat up.

"Fuck, this ass is driving me crazy!" he whispered softly, his breathing becoming heavier. He then held my hips firmly and pressed me even closer to him.

"I know you enjoy it when he gets so hard because of your little games... you love that, don't you, sweetheart?"

I tried to suppress a grin by biting my lower lip, then I answered with a confirming "Mmm...".

Negan released my hips to lift my leg and place it over his. I turned slightly more onto my back, burying my face in his neck, his beard pleasantly scratching the thin skin, while his warm breath only aroused me more.

Slowly, his hand slid under my nightgown and caressed my stomach. I allowed it for a moment, then I wanted more and took his hand, placing it on my center.

"Oh, my beauty, do you need it so badly, yes?" he teased me excitedly.

His index and middle fingers lightly touched my underwear. Every fiber of my being tensed, and I felt the wetness soak through my panties. Eagerly, I spread my legs wider.

"I need you..." I sighed.

Skillfully, he circled over the nerve bundle between my legs with perfect pressure, and my body trembled under his touch.

As I was on the brink of climaxing for the first time, he stopped and watched my reaction for a moment, before inserting two fingers into me. Slowly, he moved them in and out.

"You feel so good, so damn wet and tight for me..." he murmured in my ear. My inner walls tightened around his fingers repeatedly. But that jerk knew exactly what he was doing and kept me on edge. Quickly, he withdrew from me again. My whole body was tingling with anticipation, craving the sweet release.

"Please, don't stop...!" I pleaded.

"Why so impatient?" he asked amused.

I gathered the little strength I had left and spun around in one swift motion, so that I suddenly lay on top of him.

Negan looked somewhat surprised as our faces were so close that our noses almost touched.

"So, you want to play games, my dear? You picked the wrong person to mess with, you should know that..." I said confidently and pulled my nightgown over my head. Then I leaned back towards him to plant a light kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, I slowly slid down his body. As I removed his boxers, he willingly allowed it, lifting his hips to make it easier for me.

Now, his perfect, rock-hard penis was right in front of my face. Damn, how much I needed him! But I didn't want to make it easy for him anymore.

Hesitantly, I took his head into my mouth and sucked on the precum, only to release him again. I looked up at him with joy, enjoying his tense expression. The vein on his forehead bulged, his dark eyes full of lust, watching my every move.

With my thumbs, I spread my saliva on his tip, making his penis twitch in my hand.

"Come on, sit on my cock, sweetheart..." he urged me.

But I just shook my head, grinning. "Oh, who's so impatient?".

"Come on, you need it too. I know exactly how much you enjoy riding me..." he almost begged.

I quickly removed my soaking wet panties, which made Negan smile confidently.

"Well, well... Not so fast, my love... first, I want to come on your perfect face..." I said, sitting up.

Negan slid down a bit, and I knelt over his mouth, finally lowering myself onto him.

As his tongue touched my wet core, I could barely hold back. I pressed down even harder on him and moaned loudly.

My whole body was tingling with pleasure, and I couldn't help but push myself even harder against him and let out a loud moan.

As his fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place, I could feel the tension building up. I was so close to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation.

Suddenly, I came undone, a wave of pleasure washing over me. My body shook with the intensity of the climax, and I collapsed onto him, breathing heavily.

Negan's hands held me close, his touch comforting me as I came down from the high.

As we lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, I realized that despite everything, despite the chaos and the pain, there was still a connection between us that I couldn't deny.

And as I drifted off to sleep in Negan's arms, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would always find our way back to each other.