"Where are you wanting to get clothes?" Negan asked curiously, eyes focused on the road as he drove, and I thought it over for a moment. "I don't know. I'll let you know," I stated softly, looking out the window. A few minutes had rolled by when I noticed a small store, immediately spotting a few clothing racks through the window, and I nudged his arm with my shoulder. "There." He pulled into the parking lot, slowly pulling to a stop before turning off the engine. I hopped out of the truck, happy it was just the two of us out here instead of his men tagging along. I headed inside the shop, taking one of the baskets offered at the door as I looked around. It seemed abandoned, as the door's bell hadn't alerted any hidden walkers, and I let out a relieved sigh. This would be easy.
    I pulled a few shirts from their hangers, tossing them in the basket as I moved down the line; jeans, leggings, socks, everything I knew I'd need. I turned as Negan came over, holding out a could packs of razors as well as other small feminine products. "Thanks," I whispered softly as he dropped them onto of the clothes, and when he met my gaze I swallowed down a whimper. He took the basket from me, setting it down on a shelf gently as he glided the gap between us, and I bit my lip when he spoke. "So...what's my payment?" Without hesitation I reached my hands forward, undoing his belt slowly as he gave me a curious look. I smiled as I pulled down the zipper of his jeans, unbuttoning them at a teasingly slow pace. He bit his lip as I slid my hand into his boxers, sucking in a breath when my fingers wrapped around his length. "Fuck," he hissed out as I began to stroke, and he leaned in, pressing me up against the shelf with a soft groan. "That's right...stroke that dick, baby." he panted as my strokes quickened in pace. I moaned at his words, always having appreciated dirty talk, and I squeezed in reply. His already hard length hardened more, and his size outmatched my late husband's by a good two inches or so.
"You're so good with your hands."he purred into my eye, gripping the shelf tightly behind me as he began to buck into my hand, my legs trembling when a husky groan escaped his lips. I smirked, "You gonna cum all over my hand, handsome?" I teased seductively, and he grunted in response. "Your hand isn't what I want to finish in, princess." he stated, gasping as he closed his eyes, and I could feel the warmth of his climax on my hand. "But it'll have to do for now." he panted, pulling back to look at me as I removed my hand, and just to tease him more I brought my hand up to lick it clean. His eyes widened at this, his cheeks actually turning a light shade of red as he looked away. "Next time, it's going on your mouth."

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