Pink tongue trailed along a chapped lower lip before giving way to a cocksure grin. Those dazzling teeth made for a hard-to-resist smile, and he damn well knew that fact. He played on it regularly, especially in scenarios like these. It tickled this man to no fuckin’ end to know that he could and did have such an influence over women—especially when they were in such a needy state, such as Sally was, right now.
He made no move, either against her nor in accordance to whatever little idea she had going on upstairs, simply stood before her as she looked up to him with those damp, doe eyes. “Shy.” He scoffed, a smirk edging at his features, threatening to extinguish whatever decency he had left. “Fuckin’ not in my vocabulary—” Dark eyes lowered, observing that hand with every shred of interest he had. “—lucky for my ass, you aren’t either.” A brow quirked with that statement, a hand of his own coming to rest beneath her chin. His thumb brushed lightly across her plump pout and he leaned in, his mouth taking hers in a heated kiss; melding hungrily and teeth coming together to nip and tug at her lower lip. From there, he trailed across her jaw, peppering whiskered kisses haphazardly until he came to her ear and he stopped, breath hot and heavy against the flesh that resided there.
“I wanna see that pretty little mouth chock full of dick.” His whisper was tantalizing and gruff. “And I wanna see brand new holes in the fuckin’ knees of your stockings by the time you’re done, too. Now…..” With a forceful shove on her shoulder, Negan bent her to his will. “…..kneel.”
don’t mind if she did. the kiss took her breath away, flipped her stomach upside down and ripped a stifled moan from the back of her throat. more, she begged for in the form of a bite, unforgiving as her teeth dug into the man’s bottom lip —- and then, with a mouthful of fresh air, the kiss was broken. but she didn’t stop touching, didn’t stop pawing at his clothes not even after he had ordered her on her knees. sally was used to it, the roughness of men, and the request drew a smeared grin upon her lips.
❝ make me. ❞ but there was a teasing undertone to each one of her words, one that matched the soft gleam of her eyes and the way her fingers kept working on his jeans. unzipping, unbuckling and pulling; mouth twisted and tongue brushing over her teeth —- she was obedient that way, and the doll wanted him to know that much.
sally brought their hips flush, a pallid hand slithering around his waist until it came to grip his ass. too forward, too fucking needy; somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped he would like it for a change. ❝ i am no whore. you’re gonna have to do better than that, honey, a kiss doesn’t mean shit. ❞
only that it did. to her, it did.