In the town car (18+)
Part 2
Part 1
Summary: Weeks pass and you can’t get that one steamy night out of your head. You end up right where it all started. Hoping that once more, you’ll end up in the backseat of that car.
Warnings: smut!!, porn with plot, daddy kink, age gap, sugar daddy, mdni, lowkey shitty writing
a/n: welp people once again this is not proofread and English is not my first language. At this point Negan is an oc but tbh I don’t really care… so let me know what you think hehe x3 Enjoy!<3
I’m back in the fucking building.
I stare up at the bright lights reading Delirium. Kinda stripclub-y if you ask me. Taking a deep sigh, I straighten my back pull my dress further down to avoid flashing any one. My attire is anything but modest tonight. I’m hoping it’ll make things easier.
And by easier, me hoping that he won’t get mad at me if I’m dressed slutty.
I fucked up. Like totally fucked up.
After a night like that and the way my legs were all wobbly, I should have stayed for some aftercare and maybe a couple of hugs. Every girl needs a little fluff in her life. But my dumbass had to leave at the first opportunity I found.
After Negan fucked me dumb, he guided me (on my shaky legs) out of his town car and towards his house. And by house I mean mansion because holy fuck it was huge. Pretty much ticking all stereo types. He had a marble founting in his drive way. That man had to have deep pockets.
I showered, put his damn robe on, stepped out of the fancy bathroom and into his bedroom just to find him with his slutty glasses on with his damn laptop on his lap. Did I mention that he was also shirtless.
That man was the definition of a silver fox. The tattoos on his chest made me wet again. Even his chest hair was turning me on. The liquor had left my system and the way I acted made my face burn. This man is probably older then my father and the positions he fucked me…
I panicked. It was too much. I knew I stayed I would have let this man do anything he wanted to me.
So I pretty much sprinted out of his room with only his robe on my phone already in my hands. I heard him call my name as I ran down the stairs almost tripping and falling on my face as I ordered an uber. Leaving my clothes behind I didn’t care at that moment. I had to leave before I did something i regretted.
And guess what?
I did something I regret.
I left that sexy af man behind when he could have fucked me into the mattress. But no I had to be miss run away. Why am I so damn avoident?
Weeks went by and I couldn’t get him out of my head. His hands and his teasing smile with those damn dimples. The way he drawled out my name. How can I miss someone I met once? And no it isn’t love. I’m not that shallow to fall for someone that quickly. He just makes me feel like I’m stupid and ovulating.
I nod at my own conclusion. That’s right I don’t want anything from him. Not his money nor his fancy house and car. I just want him to fuck me again. I’m a woman with needs. Nothing wrong with that. I don’t need a sugar daddy, only a daddy.
I shake my head, now that doesn’t sound right either. Entering the bar I scan the crowd in search of Negan. He’s damn tall so he’s hard to miss. But my search is fruitless. Sighing I move towards the bar.
Going back to the place we met was my only plan. I wasn’t that crazy to just randomly show up at his house. And I didn’t even get his phone number, so this was the only place I could concidently stumble upon him. But I guess that was just wishful thinking.
Slumping down on the bar, I order a soda. If I do see him again I don’t want to be drunk. I want to be stone cold sober. Drinking makes me unfiltered and slutty. And that’s a dangerous combination. I should start drinking alone from now on.
Taking a dramatic sigh I sip on my soda
Glancing up everytime someone enters through the door. Gosh I’m pathetic. What was I thinking? Even if I do see him, I don’t know if he wants to see me again. I was the asshole who left. Leaving now would save me from further embarrassment.
Just as I go to stand up, a familiar smell floods my senses. I pause my stomach dropping. I know that smell. I don’t need to look to know who it is. Negan stands beside me. Just as I remembered him, if not better. Greying beard perfectly groomed and dark eyes fixating on me like he’s going to eat me. He tilts his body slightly to meet my gaze as I stare at my glass like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
„Well if it isn’t my little trackstar.“
He drawls out, his tone sarcastic and slightly cruel. Sliding on the stool besides me without waiting for an invitation. His leg pressing against my bare thigh. He’s invading my space as if he belongs there. I don’t mind it, in fact I like it.
„Missed you.“
He states simply, like a form of greeting. That statement makes me, for the first time tonight glance at him. My face burns with embarrassment. This feels like having a crush in Highschool and acting like a fool. His confession makes me squirm in seat. I didn’t think he would feel the same way I did. I manage to mumble out, my tongue heavy in my mouth.
„You did?“
His eyes squint, watching me squirm on my seat.
„Yes, I did.“ He states, his tone dry and unimpressed. „I also miss my bathrobe. But you wouldn’t know nothing about that, right sweetheart?“
I turn back around, to stare at the champagne bottles desplayed on the shelves. If I don’t look at him, maybe he’ll stop and I won’t feel embarrassed.
„You made a mess in my car you know? And my suit was soaked. And you messed up my head for weeks.“
He states loudly, almost too loudly. I gasp out looking around the bar to see if anyone heard that. The bartender glances at us with one eyebrow raised. Mind your damn business.
I look back at Negan just in time to catch his little smirk. The old bastard is enjoying this.
„You can’t say stuff like that.“
He leans in towards me, his voice dropping to a deep murmur.
„Why not? You’ve said much worse.“ His hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against my bare knee.
„Why are you acting so shy now? If I remember correctly you were screaming my name out. Now you won’t even look at me.“
He keeps circling my knee with his finger.“I was going to take good care of you. Maybe kiss your little pussy better. But you just left.“ His fingers slide up to squeeze my thigh. „No goodbye or nothing, just gone.“
He shakes his head his lips still near my ear, making me shiver. His breath hot on my neck. „That wasn’t very nice, now was it sweetheart?“
Slowly I turn towards him, his face is so close and he smells so good. „I didn’t think you wanted me to stay.“ I deflate trying to take the heat off of me. God I wish he was on me.
He scoffs at me and leans back away from me, rolling his eyes. „I had you on all fours in the backseat of my car. And you took it like the little slut you are.“ He drawls out loudly. And I, to his amusement, gasp loudly even the bartender pauses look at us horrified. My nails dig into his jacket as I grab his arm. The bastard just smirks at me and says my name as if he’s disappointed in me.
„I took you back to my house. I wanted you to stay.“
„Stop that.“
I bury my face in my hands to hide my blushing face. Everytime he opens his mouth I don’t know if I’ll cream my pants or die of embarrassment.
„No you stop.“
He grabs my hands and pulls them away from my face.
„Stop running from me.“ He draws out the vowels turning my name into something dirty. „Aw is my girl blushing. Don’t hide it from me.“
Embarrassed and once again overwhelmed, I go to stand up but his hand drops on my thigh. I shiver and press them together. „Stay.“ That single word turns me on instantly.
I give up all pretending and lean my forehead against his shoulder, leaning against him. „Why are you doing this to me?“ I whine out lowly.
He leans towards me and presses a kiss on the crown of my head, keeping his face there. I feel him take a deep breath. His tone softens slightly taking my defenses down immediately. „Because you’re here. Because I missed that smart mouth. And because I ain’t letting you leave again.“
His thumb hooks up under my chin, tilting my face to look up at him. „And because that one night wasn’t enough.“
He smiles and looks down at my lips as I part them searching for words to say. „I know you haven’t, had enough of me either. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.“
Now it’s my turn to look down at his lips. His lips are so close to mine, I could just kiss him. And that’s what I plan to do as I lean up to catch his lips with mine.
That’s exactly when he pulls away, smirking as he presses his thumb against my lips blocking my kiss. „Nah sweet thing. Doesn’t mean I forgive you for disappearing.“
I frown and grab his wrist to pull his hand away from my face.“What?“
„My feelings were hurt.“ He exclaims putting a hand over his chest, his smile still plastered on his face. „You left me like some dirty hookup. And sweetheart, I don’t do casual.“ He reaches towards me to slowly drag a finger down my throat. I instinctively gulp.
My eyes meet his, his dark and piercing. „I can’t have you running off again. You want me? You stay right where I want you. I ain’t playing games. Too old for that.“
The constant caressing of my neck makes me tilt my head further back. „And no other men.“ I huff my eyes still on him. I watch him like he’s the only man in this room. „Does it look like I have other men lined up?“
The constant caressing stops as he drops his hand. Seemingly amused by my answer. I continue on. „And I don’t want you to be my man. I’m not looking for someone like you to take care of me.“
„Someone like me?“
„Someone like you.“ I repeat not wanting to keep on.
„And by someone like me you mean…?“ He presses on, not dropping the subject.
„I don’t want a sugar daddy.“ Frowning up at him, I keep my gaze on his. „I slept with you that day, because you’re hot, not because of your money.“
He studies me smiling his eyes narrowing slightly. „Is that so?“ The question sounds flat and unconvinced.
„I liked your dick not your fancy suit.“
Standing up before him I decide coming back was a mistake. I need to leave before things get messy. I’m not what he’s looking for. I’m no sugar baby material.
„I‘m not going to be your sugar baby so it’s best to forget about this.“
He growls my name and demands roughly. „Sit. Down.“
The bartender glances between us curiously. We’re very much causing a scene.
„Take care, Negan.“
Walking out of the bar was a good decision and I refuse to look back at him ever again.
I actually thought it was the right decision until Negan grabs me by my waist. I stumble against him my heals clicking on the side walk.
„Get your sassy ass in the car.“ He points at the black SUV in front of us. Him and his fucking town car again.
„What if I don’t want to?“
My rebellion ended pretty quickly as he opens the backdoor and pushes me inside, slamming the door in my face.
Fucking rude.
He gets in on the other side, slamming his door shut hard. The partition rolls up instantly, he orders the driver to drive to his house. „Rude old man.“ I mumble under my breath.
His head snaps towards me. His face breaks out into a (lowkey) creepy smile. „Oh sweetheart.“
„Feeling bratty, are we? Do I have to fuck it out of you?“
He grabs me by my neck. Not squeezing, just holding me in place. I’m embarrassed to admit but that pretty much makes me soaked. He sits back and guides me on his lap by my throat.
Pulling my dress up he smiles down at my thong.
„Cute.“
He drawls out before he pushes the fabric to the side. „Hold your dress up.“ He orders and I obey without a second thought.
His fingers circle my clit roughly making my hips squirm. His grip on my neck tightens, glancing warningly up at me. „Stay.“ He orders and I get wetter then ever.
I throw my head back as he keeps teasing my clit making my legs tremble as I hold myself up over his lap as he plays with my pussy. „My needy girl. This is what you needed, right? Someone to play with this needy little pussy.“
I just nod. He could do anything to me right now and I wouldn’t care. That’s how easy I am for this man. And that scares me.
„You won’t run away again, will you baby?“ He says his tone mocking as he starts rubbing his thumb against my entrance. Just circling without entering. „Please.“
„Not what I asked.“
„I won’t run.“ I whine out.
„Atta girl.“ He rewards me by dipping his thumb inside, making my whole body jolt. I let out a loud moan echoing through the backseat. He pulls back only to replace his thumb with his fingers stretching me. I yelp as he curls them up, dipping in and out of me. „I knew this pussy missed me. Look at how it’s squeezing me so eagerly.“
His dirty talk makes my knees week. I slump down against him my head against his neck as he keeps hitting deep with his fingers.
He chuckles darkly against my ear, pumping his finger slowly, dragging a moan from my throat. „That's why you acted out."
He adds a third finger, stretching me wider, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit.
„You needed some discipline to turn you back into my needy little slut." He bites my neck.
„I missed you.“ I whine out completely lost in the feeling. I couldn’t even tell where he was taking me, I didn’t care. He could kidnap me for all I care.
He pumps his fingers deep, curling them aggressively until my eyes roll back. I couldn’t even remember why I didn’t want to get in the car in the first place.
„No more running. You behave, you get spoiled. You act like a brat, you get punished." He slaps my pussy lightly. „Understood?" I don’t even process his words as I nod against his neck, breathing his delicious scent in.
He rewards my yes with a deep, curling thrust of his fingers, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl and my knees weak.
„Good girl." He coos mockingly, his other hand gripping my jaw to make me look at him. „See what happens when you drop the attitude?" He fucks me harder with his fingers, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet SUV.
„I get my pussy played with?“I mumble dumbly my hips grinding against his hand.
He huffs at my sass, but his fingers continue to work in and out of me. He slaps my pussy again, harder this time.
„Smartass." He growls playfully. „Yes, you get your pussy played with."
Suddenly he pulls his fingers out of me, making me gasp at the loss. I sit up to look at him, a pout on my lips. He rolls his eyes at my face. But I stop pouting as I see him unbuckling his pants. „Don’t be selfish now.“
„Sorry Negan.“ I mumble my eyes still fixated on his lap.
He flashes me his dimples as he pulls his dick out. It’s throbbing and swollen dripping precum from the tip. „I’ll forgive you for being selfish, if you sit on my dick.“
I grab on to his shoulders as I angle myself over him, my entrance pressed against his tip. „That’s it.“
Grabbing my waist he slowly seats me onto him, inch by inch, watching my face grimace as he fills me up.
He groans, hands gripping my hips as my walls squeeze around his dick. He catches my needy gaze and smirks at me. „Say thank you.“ He command not moving an inch as he keeps me impaled on his cock making me adjust to his size. I don’t remember him being so big. „Tell daddy thank you for his cock.“
At hearing daddy my brain shuts down forever. Now why would he say that? Now I really feel like a deranged slut. My walls squeeze tightly around him my pussy drooling around his cock soaking his suit once again. I curse under my breath.
After fighting with myself and losing. I mumble softly.
„Thank you daddy.“
And there goes my dignity.
He rewards me with a slow, deep thrust, dragging a cry from my throat. Setting a punishing rhythm as he bounces me on his lap.
„See what happens when you behave?" He murmurs against my neck. „You get exactly what you need. No attitude, just dick." He spanks my ass hard, my knees give out from under me and I’m at his mercy as he controls the pace, dragging me up and down his dick.
I feel like a toy in his hands.
With each deep thrust he bottoms out inside of me. One hand gripping my ass while the other tugs on my hair, arching my spine. He swallows my moans, pressing his lips against mine in a possessive kiss. He’s fucking me like he owns me. Groaning he pulls back to mumble. „You squeeze me so good, baby.“
His thrusts slow to a deep, grinding roll hitting a spot deep inside of me each time, making my walls squeeze him. With a groan he leans forward to bite my shoulder, I whimper both in pleasure and at the sting.
As he keeps hitting the right spot, I start to move with him bouncing with his thrusts. He grips my hips, helping me ride him while slamming up to meet me.
„That’s it, ride daddy’s cock.“ He moans out, suddenly pulling on the neckline of my dress making my breasts spill out. He pulls at my nipple making me whine with the sting.
„Pretty fucking tits.“
He cups my other one, before leaning forward to suck my nipple into his mouth. My eyes roll back as I moan. My hand reaching out to grab onto his greying hair, my pussy squeezing his cock as I get close.
„Daddy I‘m going to cum.“ At my words he starts thrusting up harder, pulling away from my nipple with a pop his other hand still cupping my other tit.
„Ask nicely.“ My pussy squeezes him.
„Please can I cum?“
He pinches my nipples hard, twisting.
„Since you asked so fucking nicely." He grunts, his thumb reaching down to rub circles on my clit.
„Come all over Daddy's cock. Milk it with that tight little pussy. Show me how much you love taking it. He thrusts up erratically, close himself. „Eyes on me pretty girl.“
Resting my head against his I bounce with his thrusts my pussy milking him as I get closer.
He watches my face, chest heaving, forehead pressed to his, as I ride him toward the edge.
„That’s right, look at me." He commands, his voice rough.
„Eyes on Daddy." His thumb presses hard against my clit, grinding circles. „Cum for me, baby." He thrusts up hard, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back. I cum hard around his cock my pussy squeezing him.
I soak him, my walls fluttering uncontrollably around his length. „There it is..." He groans deeply, keeping his thumb on my clit to drag my orgasm out.
„Good fucking girl." He holds me tight, my body shaking against his. „Such a messy little pussy." His deep voice keeps me clenching around his dick, panting for breath. He pats my head as if comforting me, still lazily thrusting up into my milking pussy.
„My turn now yeah?“
I don’t have time to catch my breath as he grabs my face squishing my cheeks making my lips pout. He laughs at my pathetic face as he starts to speed up his pace.
„My pretty little bimbo.“ He mocks me pressing a quick kiss to my pouting lips. „You like being treated like a dumb little slut don’t you?“
I go to complain but his grip only tightens making it impossible for me to speak.
„Shh, no talking. Just take the dick.“
His grinding thrusts make my wet pussy squelch obscenely around his cock. He holds my face squished, thumb pressing into my pout.
„Good girl... just take it. Let Daddy use you how he wants." He kisses my distorted lips. „This pretty mouth... this pretty pussy... all fucking mine."
As he pulls away, I chase after his lips wanting more.
He immediately indulges my dumb, needy chasing, capturing my pouting mouth with his sloppily. I chase the kiss like a puppy, my brain melted completely because of him. He keeps my cheeks squished, his tongue deep in my mouth. He pulls back and pants against my mouth. „Dumb little thing." He slams his hips up deep into my sensitive pussy.
The car is filled with wet slapping sounds the car windows fogging up. It’s pretty obvious what’s happening inside. That poor driver.
His thrusts keep my smaller body bouncing on his lap. Suddenly he slaps my thigh his balls slapping wetly against my ass each time he bottoms out. He groans as he feels my walls clenching and sucking around him eagerly. Milking him for all he’s worth.
„Slutty little pussy.“ His thrusts stutter, slightly losing the rhythm. „You want daddy‘s cum that bad?“ He moans as I keep squeezing him. „Such a needy little cunt you got on you girl.“ I moan at his dirty talk. It’s too much for me.
At my moans he immediately starts to speed up, the car filled with wet slapping sounds as he pounds into me.
„Daddy is gonna fill this greedy pussy up, ok sweetheart? You need it.“
With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself balls-deep inside me. I feel his cock kicking violently, flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. „Fucking take it... every single drop..." He grits his teeth, keeping your cheeks squished as he cums deep inside me.
I slam my hips against his my pussy still clenching around his throbbing cock.
He meets my eager lips immediately, kissing me deep and possessively while his cock continues to pulse inside my pussy. His large hand keeps my cheeks squished even as our mouths meet. His cum fills me up, overflowing and dripping down his shaft as he still inside of me.
„Mmm... good girl..."
The car stops and the driver knocks on the partition.
„You ain‘t running this time. I’ll make sure of that.“
I roll my eyes still lightheaded from being manhandled.
„I’ll never call you daddy again.“
He smirks, his dimples flashing. „We‘ll see about that.“
a/n: … I swear I have a father
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