Series Title: True Love Gave to Me
Chapter Title: Day 23 Stockings
TV: The Walking Dead
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I was beyond irritated. People were being dicks to the tenth degree, traffic was literally bumper to bumper and I was ready to scream.
So much for the holiday spirit.
I could’ve cried when I pulled into the drive way. Resting my head on the steering wheel, I took a much needed deep breath before getting out of the car.
The gift bags in the back seat would have to wait until later.
As soon as I entered the house, I toed off my sneakers and hung up my jacket.
“Negan?” I called out, as I put my keys and wallet in the decorative bowl that was on a side table.
When I didn’t get a response, I cracked my neck, rubbing where the tense muscle of my shoulder was.
Rounding the corner to the living room, I paused, my eyes wide.
Negan stood in front of the fireplace in a red robe and a Santa’s hat… and he was fully erect.
“The hell are you doing Negan?” I asked, amused and bewildered.
He snapped his fingers, pointing to a chair that was placed in the middle of the floor.
I bit my lip, wanting to see where this was going with morbid curiosity.
Complying to his voiceless command, I parked my rear on the chair, my legs crossed at the ankles.
He turned to the stereo, pushing play. Salacious Christmas stripper music began to flow through the speakers.
I covered my mouth, trying to stifle the giggles.
Negan did a dance around me, slowly revealing bits of his naked body to me.
Coming to the front, he bent at the waist, placing his hand on my shoulder as he gyrated his hips.
When he took the robe completely off, I busted out laughing, falling over to the floor.
Hanging from his erect member, was a stocking.
I got to my knees, holding my stomach.
It was just adorably funny!
Negan stood proudly, a smirk on his lips, trying not to laugh himself, “Gonna see what’s in the fuckin’ stocking, baby?”
I wiped my eyes and cleared my throat. Reaching out, I took the stocking off of his member and peered inside.
I pulled out two small bottles, one was lotion and the other was KY brand lube.
“Seriously?” I asked, laughing.
Negan licked his lips, “I’ve got plans for you tonight, Sweetheart.”
“I suppose I should give you some sort of thanks in advance then.”
Leaning forward, I kissed the head of his hard length. I gripped him gently, smirking at his grunt when I slowly licked him.
Negan’s chest heaved when I took him into my mouth, the skin smooth against my tounge.
I hummed when he grabbed a handful of my hair, “Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs as I slowly bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could in my mouth.
He pulled on my hair gently, pulling hips back slowly. When just the head was between my lips, I gave him a firm suck, flicking my tounge on the slit, tasting him.
“Jesus, fuckin’… fuck, enough!” He groaned, his hardness leaving my mouth with a wet plop.
I wiped the corners of my mouth, smiling up at him.
Negan helped me stand up, walking me backwards where my back collided with the bookshelf.
I gasped when he kissed me, his tounge caressing mine as he unbuttoned my pants, shoving his hand into my panties.
He growled when he fingers came in contact with my wetness.
“So fuckin’ wet, Darlin’.” He said, in between kisses.
As he began to slowly slide two fingers into me, he kissed his way to my ear, “Mrs. Claus has been a fuckin’ minx this year,”
I moaned when he wiggled his fingers.
“She best get that fine ass in the bedroom.” Negan growled.
He slowly pulled his hand from my panties, giving my ass a firm slap as I moved past him.
I guess I was in the Christmas spirit after all.
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