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“Eyes on the road.”
Rick rolled his eyes before returning them to pay attention to the road before them. He was finding it hard to focus, which he had Michonne to blame for. She was in one of her moods again, and it was affecting him deeply.
“Can’t focus when you get this way,” he mumbled, earning a nonchalant look from his lover.
“That’s not my problem,” she hummed, brushing her thumb over his sensitive tip.
Rick shuddered as electricity shot through his body at the feeling of her hands on him. Part of him loved when she was like this. When she needed nothing more than to touch every inch of him. When she was insatiable and impatient for him. The other part, however, hated how she always seemed to pick the most inconvenient times to be this way.
“You want me to crash this car ‘cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself?” he quipped, eyes flickering down to find her slipping her free hand into her now unzipped jeans.
Michonne shrugged in response. Hell, he could crash the car for all she cared. At least she’d die happy.
She let out a shaky breath as her finger brushed over her clit and Rick's grip on the steering wheel tightened when she pulled her hand back up, showing off the glossy shine on her fingers from her wetness.
Michonne hummed in satisfaction before sliding her jeans down and positioning herself on her knees in the seat.
"Michonne, you can't wait? We can park and...Jesus Christ,"
Rick was cut off by Michonne taking him into her mouth, the warmth sending electric shocks through his body.
He was sure that if he put the effort in, he could most definitely rip the steering wheel from the car with how tightly he was holding it.
Michonne's head sank further, taking the entirety of his length into her mouth, spit already beginning to form around the base. Tears formed in her eyes as she held him in her mouth, his tip tickling the back of her throat as she breathed through her nose.
"Fuck, 'Chonne. Thought we were supposed to be findin' guns?" Rick managed to groan out, fighting with every fiber in his body not to let his eyes roll back and stay focused on driving.
She released him with one of the most lewd noises he'd heard in the whole of his life.
"We are. You're driving for us to find more guns, and I'm having some fun of my own. Don't you think we both deserve this?"
Rick shook his head, a smile forming on his face. Hell, he wasn't going to argue with her. Not when she was taking his cock in her mouth like a champ.
"Yes, ma'am," he responded happily when her head came back down and she ran her tongue along the large vein, making him shiver in response to the sensation.
Michonne dipped her finger back down to her wetness, circling her clit before pushing inside. She wished it were Rick's hands. They were thicker and longer and they reached every spot that made her toes curl, but she would take what she had for now.
Michonne moaned as she took Rick back into her mouth and he swore he could've came from the thought of her touching herself while sucking him off alone.
"You're too fuckin' good to me, 'Chonne. So fuckin' good."
She began bobbing her head on his cock, soft moans escaping her as she fingered her wet cunt.
Rick took a moment to look over to her, licking his lips at the sight of her.
"Let me help you with that, baby," he offered, taking one hand off the wheel and giving a slap to her perfect ass.
Michonne's hand moved and he quickly replaced it, thick fingers pushing into her hole and he smiled when she let out a loud moan around his cock.
She was relentless in pleasuring him, letting him hit the back of her throat every time she raised and came back down. He returned the favor, pumping his fingers as deep as he could in this position.
Michonne finally raised her head for air and smiled up at him, spit dripping from her lips from the mess she was creating. Rick shook his head and withdrew his fingers from her pussy, earning a disappointed whimper from her.
He pulled the car over and parked it, checking their surroundings before beckoning her over to him.
"C'mere, baby," he told her, and she wasted no time in climbing on top of his lap.
She let out a soft giggle when he kissed her nose. His perfect girl.
"My pretty girl. Look at you makin' a mess."
He took her lips in a passionate kiss, hands finding her waist and lifting her hips. Her heart beat quickly in anticipation as she positioned herself over his aching cock.
"Take it...Yeah, good girl," he moaned against her lips when she finally sank down onto him.
"Jesus, Rick," she managed to breath out, feeling as if she were filled to the brim from his thick length.
He chuckled against her and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before taking her lips again.
Michonne began to move her hips on top of him as his hands found her ass. Her head fell back when he attached his thumb to her clit, giving him access to kiss and bite at her throat.
He didn't know how he got so lucky. All he knew was that the only way he'd stop fucking this perfect woman on top of him was if Negan himself came and threatened to kill them both.
Michonne felt her stomach flipping as she rode him. She was close and he knew it from the way she was clenching around him.
"Shit, Michonne. You're gonna make me...slow down, baby."
His warning was ignored as she continued moving on top of him ardently. Rick's arms wrapped around Michonne's back, holding her still against him as he thrust his hips up into her slower, setting his own pace.
"Rick, faster. I need-"
"I know, baby. I know. Just a little slower," he told her, pressing a kiss to her chin and then to her lips. "A little bit slower."
She felt as if he were barely moving as he moved in and out of her. Rick caught her lips again, his tongue sliding into her mouth and she felt like all the oxygen had left her body.
Her body began shuddering in his arms as the coil in her stomach unraveled, the cry that escaped her was muffled by his mouth as she came on his cock. Rick hummed into her mouth at the feeling of her walls contracting around him and continued pushing in and out of her until he found his own release.
She let out a breathy laugh as her body came down from the euphoric sensations, and all he could do was smile up at her.
Michonne was something dangerous to walkers and those who threatened her family. And now, him.
"How in the hell did I get so lucky findin' you?" he laughed, looking out the window to see a small hoard.
He landed a gentle slap to her ass and her attention was turned to the hoard as well. She shook her head and got off of him, both of them groaning from how sensitive they were.
Michonne got back into her seat and pulled her jeans back up, buttoning them before getting comfortable again.
"Not sure, but I know you'd die without me," she responded teasingly, interlacing their fingers as Rick put the car back into gear.
"Yeah," he agreed, pushing on the gas pedal and driving them away from the hoard. "Yeah, I would."