I am so sorry for the wait everybody! School and midterms! So hopefully with break next week, I may get this story finished! Fingers crossed. So I actually had written this chapter quite a while ago, but I decided to rewrite it because it seemed to come off like a heartless sex starved Daryl and it just didn't feel right. I'll save it for a different story perhaps. Once again, so sorry for the long wait, but I hope I make it worth it! Reviews are welcome =)
"Fuckin' hell, Beth," Daryl whispered, burying his face into her blond locks, his fingers tightening their grip on her ass. He nudged her legs apart with his booted foot. "Dun't fuckin' move," he growled, pushing himself away from her, fumbling awkwardly to undo his pants.
Beth gripped the wall with anticipation. Her body shivered and she wasn't sure if from Daryl, or the lack of Daryl. "Is this how you want to take me?" She purred shyly. She had no idea where this sexual courage came from or what made her say that of all things.
Holy fuck did she just ask him that? He pulled his hardened cock out repositioned himself behind her. Daryl heard Beth suck in a sharp breath. "Is this how you want me to take you?" He asked, letting his teeth tease her earlobe.
"You can take me however you want too. I'm yours tonight to do with whatever you want. I am your release, remember?" An arm went around to the front of her neck; placing his hand over her mouth. Beth turned to look at him with eyes full of confusion.
His were full of lust. "Dun't need ya wakin up the whole prison with yet screams." He smiled, leaving her feeling reassured that he wasn't going to suffocate her or some weird shit like that. "If yer want me to ease up, just hit my hand." He didn't want her to think that he was a heatless sex starved monster who didn't care if he hurt her or not. She nodded at him, turning her face back to the wall.
Daryl took that as the okay, and his other hand went straight for the kill. Beth squirmed underneath his arm as two large fingers were shoved inside of her. She was wet with pleasure as he slammed quickly in and out of her. Her squeals weren't heard by anyone other than Daryl. "God, yer so fuckin' tight."
Beth had spread her legs even farther, arching her back as far as she could, trying to open herself up to him. She screamed against his hand as she felt a wave of ecstasy wash over her. She knew she was about ready to cum; having touched herself before. But, her own fingers were nothing like this.
Daryl felt her pussy clench as she came. He couldn't help himself as he put those fingers in his mouth, licking off of what he and his brother liked to call 'liquid bragging rights'. Merle. Damn it. Not even here anymore yet still able to ruin shit. No, not happening now.
Daryl pushed his throbbing cock at the opening of her dripping folds. "Relax, yerself" was the only warning he gave her, before shoving himself deep inside of her.
The pain was excruciating as he tore through her virginity and Beth's scream caught in her throat. Tears fell from her eyes and onto Daryl's hand. He chose to ignore it. He didn't stop to let her get used to him. He didn't ask if she was okay or show any care for her at all.
Beth's hands had gone up to the one over her mouth, but she didn't give the signal to stop. She had to remind herself that she wanted to feel something; offered to feel the pain he was holding in and to take it upon herself to ease it. This part wasn't meant for her pleasure. It was his release and she wasn't going to take it away from him.
Daryl prayed she wouldn't turn around to look at him. Tears fell from his own eyes as he put all the anger, pain, and sorrow into each thrust. He shoved them both away from the wall, removing his hand from her mouth. He didn't care who heard anymore. His face was contorted as he grasped her hips with both hands, pumping harder and harder before pulling out and squirting his load onto her back.
Beth fell to her knees as she felt him let go of her. Her hair fell in wet sheets over her face. Silence. She watched him walked in front of her; past per; getting into bed not even looking at her. His back was all Beth saw. Picking herself up, she stood on shaky legs. There was a stickiness between her thighs that Beth could only guess was blood. Choking back tears, she felt just as used and discarded as the blanket that she picked up from the concrete floor to wrap herself in. Not sure what else to do, Beth turned and silently walked out of the cell.
