Grayson tugged Daryl towards the bed, its blankets already strew lopsidedly across the mattress. He felt his nostrils flare at the idea of her fucking some other guy in the bed already, his teeth grinding with some kind of territorial anger.

"Ya fuck anybody else in here?" He growled, his hands yanking her hips against his front.

A smirk twisted her lips, her deep blue eyes filled with mischief. "Why do you ask?" She quipped, her fingers twisting in his hair and tugging his face close enough to kiss but holding back. Brushing her bottom lip against his, she teased him with the tip of her tongue and whispered, "Does it mean you won't fuck me in here?"

Growling in a purely feral way, Daryl hiked her up his body and clutched her ass with clawed fingers. "Ain't nobody gonna fill ya like me, girl." He rasped into her neck, nipping her sharply.

"Fuck." She moaned, her hips writhing against his dick. "Prove it."
"Girl." He snarled, pushing her against the wall to grind into her wet heat. "So damn hot."

Stumbling a few steps towards the bed, Daryl set her on top of the dresser, as her mouth consumed his attention. He spread her legs wide enough to fit between them and sunk deep and hard inside her.

The sight of her head thrown back at the sensation, had his lip curling aggressively and dick throbbing. Snapping his hips several times, Daryl watched her pouty mouth drop open and thickly lashed eyes widen. She was fucking gorgeous and he wanted to tear her fucking apart.

"That deep enough?" He growled into her neck, his mouth sucking another bruise behind her ear. Grunting at the effort, he dug deeper and harder, his balls tightening with every roll of his hips.
"Yes."
"Hard enough?" He moaned as she clenched around his aching cock, his eyes rolling back into his head.
"Yes." She gasped, her eyes fluttering as he let loose a barrage of plunges.
"Yeah." He grunted, while rocking hard and fast in between her legs, his heart hammering inside his chest like a war drum.

The dresser began pounding against the wall with every thrust and eventually a voice hollered from next door.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Grayson bellowed with laughter, her lips stretched into a stunning smile, as Daryl growled possessively. Slamming into her, Daryl could feel the legs tilting from the floor, the wood creaking as it knocked plaster from the wall. Grayson's nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to rut a hard rhythm into her spread legs. Their neighbor pounded on the wall again, his voice shouting out threats of the police.

"Bed." She panted, her hand pushing against his chest and slapping his ass.
Grunting in irritation, Daryl yanked her from the shuddering piece of furniture and tossed her on the bed like a rag doll. The giggle she released, had him smirking back, his face feeling oddly loose.

"You got a nice smile." She purred, walking her fingers up his chest and neck, to curl into his hair. Baring his teeth, he growled and snapped at her fingers when they traced his smirking lips. She giggled again which would've widened his smile, if he'd allowed it.

"So your bark is as bad as your bite." She joked, a breathy laugh escaping as he tugged her down the bed and against his groin.
"Gonna keep talkin' or ya want this?"
"Both." She moaned as he plunged back inside her with a new goal, shutting her the fuck up.

"Goddamn." He panted, curving over her and kissing her mouth quiet.
"Harder" Grayson moaned against his delving tongue, her fingers pinching the skin on his ribs and waist, as he fucked her into the worn mattress.

"Ya like it real rough, huh?" He sneered into her neck, while smacking his hips against her spread thighs. "Fuckin' bad girl."
"Fuck yes." She hissed as his movements became more aggressive, his dick grinding it's way home inside her.

"Ain't walkin' tomorrah." He muttered into her messy hair, his tongue tracing her ear. "Gonna be hurtin' from this girl."

"Good." She panted, her lust blown eyes meeting his. "Wanna feel you for daaaays."

"Fuckin' hell." He moaned at the words, his body becoming frantic as he fucked her with little control. Daryl knew they'd both have bruises from the escapade, her sweet neck lined with his teeth marks and thighs ringed with his fingerprints. It should disgust him, but it only made him harder, his mark all over her for the next man she brought home.

"Fuck." He growled at the idea of anyone else being in her bed and flipped her over with little finesse.

Grayson didn't seem to mind, her hips wiggling in front of him as she peered over her pale shoulder.

"Gonna take it baby?" She purred, the challenge in her eyes turning his guts into smoldering coals. Daryl rumbled with want, his hands tugging her hips flush with his, as his dick slid between her cheeks.

"Want me to?" He rasped, his thumb traveling along her pussy and up the delicate seam to the base of her spine. "Not sure I'll fit."

Grayson bit her lip coyly and murmured, "Oooh you'll fit."

Smirking at her sly smile, Daryl slapped her ass. "Dirty fuckin' girl."

"And?" She giggled, her teeth flashing brightly despite the raunchy topic.

Circling his thumb around the tighter entrance he groaned as she pushed back into it. "Fuckin hell, darlin'."

Sliding his dick back inside her pussy, Daryl began a slow thrust as he eased his thumb deeper. The sounds she emitted had his eyes sliding shut and head spinning, she was untamed. He watched her writhe, his free hand gliding up her spine, to curl into her tangled hair. Tugging her just enough to arch her back, Daryl rocked into her deeply. Grayson moaned as he worked two fingers inside, her wild eyes meeting his greedy stare.

"Like that?" He asked, the grit in his voice making the question sound threatening.

"Fuck yes." The blonde gasped, as he snapped his hips, his fingers spreading gently.

"Mmhmm." He grunted, his eyes drooping with what felt like some kind of delicious high, that only addicts would know about.

The woman was a drug or a witch, fuck maybe both.

"Daryl." She groaned, her mouth slack as he pushed his dick into her tighter opening.

"Fuck yes." Daryl snarled, his teeth grinding at the sight of his dick buried in her ass, the sensations becoming almost too much. "Goddamn it."

A breathy chuckle had her walls clenching around him, making his predicament worse.

"Fuck." He moaned, "Don't laugh."
"Are you okay?"
"Stop." He grumbled as she laughed again, her hips wiggled against his. Smacking her supple cheek with a heavy hand, Daryl grinned as she squealed. Her hooded eyes met his glinting ones, the kinky bitch showing her hand.
"Dirty fuckin' girl." He growled, his hand sliding over the handprint, before grabbing a handful of her hip and thrusting firmly.

"Fu-ck." Grayson moaned deep and long, her body shuddering, as he rocked against her. Grunting when she began to flutter around his dick, he murmured, "Yeah, I feel ya."

"D." She panted into the cheap cotton sheets, the nickname igniting something inside him.

"I got you, darlin'." Daryl assured, his hips grinding into her, as his hand sunk between her legs. Sliding two fingers inside her pussy, he stroked her clit firmly with his thumb. The dual sensations turning her entire body into a live wire below him.

Grayson let loose a stream of curse words, her body shaking violently as he continued to thrust through her climax. Daryl moaned along with her as her grip tightened and flexed, incinerating what little control he had.

Wrapping an arm across her chest, Daryl gripped her shoulder and rocked into the overwhelming heat. He swelled and pulsed, his head aching painfully, as her body milked him dry. The room was oppressively warm from body heat and panted breathes, filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Daryl pulled from her body with a grunt, his dick actually sore from fucking, for the first time ever. Grayson's whimper let him know she was in the same boat, well used and raw. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty but the feeling paled in comparison to the unadulterated satisfaction he took in it.

After she rolled onto her back, he began a slow path of open mouthed kisses along her breastbone and neck. She scraped her teeth along his collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste him. Daryl's hands curled into her flesh and hair, his mouth tugging hers to his.

"What? You ain't done yet?" He rasped, his eyes crinkling.
"You're kinda addicting but I think my vagina is going to fall out if I fuck you again tonight."

Snorting, he trailed his hand down her spine to grabbed a handful of her sweet ass. "Don't gotta fuck ya, t'make ya cum."

Daryl grinned inwardly at the hitch in her breath, his fingers circling her pert nipples. He liked that she was just as affected by him, as he was to her. Dipping his head, his tongue lapped at the tight skin, the rosy color turning red as he teased.

"Daryl." Grayson groaned, her head thrown back onto the pillow as he let his fingers curl through her sopping core. He could feel his cum and hers mingling between the folds, the skin hot and slick.

"Goddamn." He growled into her neck, nipping her sharply. "Wet as fuck."
"Mmm. I think you have something to do with that." She sighed as he slipped two fingers inside her before returning to circle her hood.
"Yeah?" Daryl grunted, sucking her earlobe into his mouth before rasping. "I make ya wet, darlin'?"

"Obviously." Grayson's breath hitched as he kept a steady pattern of swipes across her swollen clit. He grinned into her tits when she curled her fingers into the sheets, her body undulating next to him.

"Gonna make ya cum again, Gray." He drawled, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Ya wanna?"

"Yes."

"Do it then, girl." He growled, his dark eyes watching her pant and writhe, her lips parted into a whimpered moan. Her body shuddered and her thighs squeezing shut, trapping his hand between them. The blonde clutched his forearm, her nails digging into the tan skin, as she nuzzled her face into his chest. Daryl kissed her temple and cheek, before landing on her swollen lips.

They moved slow and lazily, tongues twirling and lips gently pulling. He'd never kissed anyone in such a way, mostly keeping from the act entirely, but if doing so it was usually frantic and heated. The way they were moving and tasting, was intimate in a way he'd never experienced and he wasn't too turned off by its strangeness. If he were being honest, it felt pretty damn good.

"Best Christmas ever." Grayson murmured into his mouth, making him smirk against her lips.

"Just sayin' that 'cuz ya came a thousand times." He rasped, his lips quirked to the side as she blushed.

"Maybe." She laughed, her eyes bright and lips twitching.

"Mmhm." Daryl grunted, licking her neck to rasp into her ear. "Dirty girl likes getting' fucked raw, huh?"

Grayson's eyes widen at the statement, her breathing quickening. "Yeah."

"Yeah you do." He rumbled, his hands pulling her closer, while nuzzling into her hair. He felt her sinking into his arms and chest, her nose brushing along his collarbone.

"Should get some sleep." She muttered as his hand grasped her ass, his fingers brushing the still slick entrance.
"Should do alotta things."
"Like sleep?"
"Like fuck." He growled as his fingertips slipped inside her again. Daryl was addicted, or maybe just greedy, he couldn't get enough of her body. It was as though she flipped some kind of animalistic switch inside him and all he could think of, was fucking and filling her in every way possible.

"Jesus." She moaned as two fingers slide deep inside both her tight openings. Drunk of lust and her moans, Daryl fucked her with his hand and watched her slowly rock against the movements. He could tell she was tender, her brow furrowing if he thrust too deep. She was getting worked up though, her cheeks flushing pink and mouth dropping open. He could see sweat beading up at her temples and couldn't help but dip his head to taste her pretty little mouth.

When she came, it was whimpered into his chest, as she buried her face against him. He could feel his body fill with something like pride as she trembled, her fingers clutching him desperately. Cupping the back of her head, Daryl lay on his back and held her with thick arms coiled along narrow shoulders. He brushed his nose along the part in her hair and inhaled her natural scent, the strands tickling as he went.

Grayson was passed out by the time he noticed the sun was rising, his lips curling as she burrowed deeper into his chest at the brightening room. Pulling the sheets up, he made sure she was covered and relaxed back into the worn mattress.

Daryl hadn't ever had an evening like the one he'd just experienced. He'd never been one to spend more than a hour or so with a woman he planned to fuck, mostly done at shitty parties or shittier bars.

Grayson was an anomaly and he wasn't upset about it. He was more than a little grateful that his truck decided to break down in a town with no name and fuck all to do.

More than anything, he was grateful the blonde in his arms chose his redneck ass to spend her time with.

"Best Fuckin' Christmas ever." He muttered into her hair, before falling asleep.