50 Shades of Dead

Chapter 4

Carl found that he actually enjoyed singing to Negan. Sure, he was terrified the first time, but now it was special.

They were sitting across from each other on the bed. Carl was singing Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley. His mom used to play it sometimes, when he was very young; he was surprised that he even remembered it.

"You're voice is so beautiful," Negan said after the song was over. Carl laughed.

"Yeah, if you say so." He was finding it harder and harder to hide his irritation with Negan. He was so jealous of his wives, of the fact that they were recognized as Negan's but he wasn't. Carl doubted that anyone knew about them. He was beginning to think that Negan was ashamed of him.

"What's wrong? You've been in a real shitty mood today," Negan asked, frustration written plainly on his face. Carl didn't look at him. He stood and walked over to the small kitchenette in the corner, leaning on the counter with his back turned to Negan. He didn't want him to see that he was jealous.

"Come on, baby boy," Negan said gently, walking up to stand behind Carl and placing his hands on his hips squeezing softly. Carl leaned back into his chest.

"Do you love me?" Carl whispered.

"Of course I do," he answered immediately. He sounded so sincere, but Carl still wasn't sure.

"Are you ashamed of us?" Carl asked, turning around to face him.

Negan hesitated a moment before he said, "No. I could never be ashamed of you." He placed his hand on the back of Carl's neck and pulled his face close, making their foreheads touch.

"Daddy," Carl breathed. He closed the distance between them, placing his hands on Negan's chest and kissing him fiercely. 

Negan pushed him back into the counter. He locked his hands under Carl's knees and picked him up. Setting him on the counter, Negan gripped his thighs tightly and trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Carl shuddered and pulled him closer with his legs.

His hands ran up and down Negan's arms and over his chest. Negan stopped him when they reached his belt buckle.

"It's about you today," he said, picking Carl up and taking him to the bed. He pulled his pants off gently and threw them across the room, staring down hungrily.

Negan kissed and bit at his thighs, anywhere and everywhere except where Carl wanted it most. He started to wiggle around, getting tired of being teased.

"What do you want baby?" Negan asked, looking up innocently into Carl's eyes.

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," Carl breathed, gripping his pillow tightly.

Negan chuckled and licked Carl's dick.

"As you wish," he said as he deep throated him. He moaned. "You taste so good baby boy."

Carl's hips bucked. Negan was going agonizingly slow.

"Don't tease me, Daddy," he whimpered. Negan picked the pace up, his head bobbing up and down, deep throating Carl each time. He slid a finger into Carl's ass, causing him to moan loudly. He thrust his finger in, quick and deep, hitting his sweet spot each time.

"Da-daddy," Carl said. "I'm gonna cum."

"Do it baby, give it to Daddy," Negan said. He opened his mouth wide as Carl came, not spilling a drop.

"Mmm, so good baby boy," he grunted. He strained against his jeans.

Carl pulled Negan down on the bed beside him, ripping at his belt buckle. He was so eager, fumbling with the buckle.

Negan laughed and undid it himself.

Carl pulled his dick out and put his lips around it immediately, going so fast he made Negan squirm. He grunted and grabbed a handful of Carl's hair, guiding his head up and down.

When he was about to cum, he pulled Carl's head down, making him deep throat his dick, and held him there. Carl hummed, throwing Negan over the edge.

He moaned as he shot his load down Carl's throat.

Carl closed his eyes in ecstasy.

He loved pleasing Daddy.

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Please forgive me. <3