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He licked his lips a few times before sitting back down at the bar. He watched Beth out of the corner of his eye. She knew he was watching her; and she loved wet minute of it. Maggie and Merle had shown up and were now sitting with Beth. Daryl's eyes roamed over Beth again. God, those lips. Daryl imagined tasting them, just teasing them with the tip of his tongue before Beth accepted him into her mouth. God, her hair looked so great, so curly, soft and clean. She looked so delicious, so sexy, god Daryl just wanted to eat her and quite frankly, she looked like she had wanted to be eaten; her legs were slightly spread, her back was slightly curved and her outfit just screamed sexy.
Daryl groaned, licking his lips as he imagined all the things he would do to Beth if he could, if he'd had the guts to actually walk to the damn girl.
He'd kiss those tempting, pouty lips, lick them, bite them, and make them swollen and even more deliciously looking. He'd touch Beth everywhere, appreciate and cherish her entire body. He knew Beth to be soft and pale everywhere, he imagined running his hands up and down Beth's soft thighs, her mile long legs until he finally found the courage to cup Beth's perfectly-shaped butt. He'd look deeply into Beth's eyes while stroking Beth's hair and kiss her softly.
He knew for a fact that Beth was willing, so he'd spent hours dreaming about making love to that sweet teen, making her back arch beautifully as Beth hit her spot over and over, making her scream and sweat, make her beg for more, beg for Daryl to just keep going forever and ever.
Daryl groaned and pushed his drink away, and made his way to the bars bathrooms. He was more than a little aroused to say the least. His dick was throbbing in his pants, desperate for release, ready to be touched. He'd masturbated while thinking of Beth earlier, who could blame him?
He sighed as he closed himself into a stall and leaned against the door. Thinking about Beth, her beautiful features, her amazing smile, her sweet voice, Daryl slid his hand down his boxers, gently cupping himself, hips bucking slightly as he did so.
As his hand started moving slowly up and down his painfully hard erection, he imagined that his hand was Beth's hand, and that Beth was staring down at him, with hungry eyes, full of desire as she pumped Daryl's dick.
Daryl moaned, hips bucking, back arching as he pumped harder, thinking about Beth, imagining Beth on top of him, completely naked, touching his dick, licking his nipples, looking all sweaty and so incredibly hot.
He imagined Beth leaning down for a kiss, a kiss that would quickly turn passionate, hot, burning with desire. Their tongues would come out to play, poking carefully to begin with, then tangling together softly only to battle for dominance later. Beth would tease Daryl with her tongue, slowly but hotly lick the roof of his mouth, making Daryl groan and cup those slender hips, nails digging into the skin as Daryl pressed Beth closer, as close as possible to his own body.
Trembling vigorously, Daryl thumbed the swollen, leaking head of his cock, as his imagination got wilder, more vivid, and way hotter. Now, he imagined that Beth had turned around, sucking Daryl's cock while presenting her beautifully shaped ass to Daryl. Daryl would licked his lips and grab that little bum, squeezing it, spreading it, and squeezing it over and over as Beth would run her tongue slowly over Daryl's dick, making sure to dig her tongue into Daryl's wet slit.
"Please," Beth would groan, wiggling her ass, and Daryl instantly knew what she wanted.
He imagined spreading Beth's behind, exposing the tiny, little hole, almost drooling at the sight.
Daryl would suck down on Beth's hole hotly, thrusting his tongue in and out, literally eating Beth out as Beth would took his length into her mouth, as deep as it could go.
"Oh fuck Beth," Daryl moaned loudly, as his breath hitched, and his body stiffened and came deep inside his hand.
Fuck, he'd never come that hard before, it had never been that intense. Fuck, he could barely breathe. As he opened his eyes, the room was still spinning and he felt a little sick – sick because it had been so good.
Daryl felt so good, yet so strangely dissatisfied. He knew that it would never be enough, never. He wished he could pluck up the courage to at least talk to Beth, like engage in a real conversation with her. What harm could he do? He had do give it a chance.
He stretched his arms and legs, his toes still tickling from the intense orgasm he'd just had.
He needed to talk to Beth. He had to make things right. No matter the consequences.