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I'm so sorry I haven't updated recently. I haven't really had much time to write...My Mother had a pretty traumatic experience to do with a pathetic little bastard who decided it would be funny to chase her through a park she'd decided to go sit at since it was a nice evening. He stopped and just stared at her like some freak and then when she went to walk away, he followed. She ran; he ran. In the end she had to jump out in front of a car and two ladies offered her a lift home. The police said they can't do anything because he didn't actually harm her.
My Mum is pretty scarred from this. She's scared to sleep and leave the house. I'm so unbelievably angry. She's always been such a strong, confident and independent woman and it's really heartbreaking to see her so afraid. So as I'm sure you all understand, family comes first and I've been supporting her with every spare moment I've had. Thank you for your Patience. For being such amazing readers, I've given you two updates!
Comfort
His hands went to remove her panties but he hesitated for a moment. She looked so damn delicious. Her underwear was white with light-pink flowers here and there. The wetness from her pussy damped the material. "Good lord. You're so damn wet. Can see ya pussy lips through ya pretty liddol panties." He bit his lip, hard, as he stared down at the white material which seemed to cling to her.
His words only made her more wet and she couldn't help the way her hips lifted, trying desperately to feel his touch. "Pleaseeee." She begged in a whine.
He brought a hand up to her and used his thumb to trace her lips through the material. "Think I could make ya come with 'em on?" he wondered outloud, letting his thumb wiggle it's way through her lips and onto her clit. He realized that he probably had a serious fetish when it came to her panties but he found that he didn't give a shit, and from the sound of it, neither did she.
He pressed down on the small bump and rubbed it softly, hearing her moan and beg him for more. He exhaled heavily through his nose and couldn't help but rub his dick with his spare hand. "You like that idea?" he questioned her darkly.
She nodded frantically, already feeling sweat beading on her forehead. "Yesyesyesyes."
"Tell me." He demanded, wanting to hear the dirty words.
She held in a desperate sob. "Please eat me through my panties." Her cheeks burned slightly, embarrassed at the words which escaped her.
He groaned loudly, palming his dick harder. "You're a fuckin' dream come true." Was the last thing he said before he lent down and opened his mouth before placing it between her legs.
He let out a small whimper at the same time she squealed a moan. The fabric was soaked in her juices and he sucked every damn drop like a vacuum cleaner. He couldn't get enough of her.
The feeling of him was everywhere; on her pussy lips, her clit, her entrance and her labia minora. He sucked, mouthed, licked and moaned as he swallowed an tasted every drop of her.
The added friction from the fabric was enough to send her over the edge once he concentrated completely on her clit. He brought one hand up and around her thigh before gripping her panties and tugging them upwards so the material was tightly snugged between her lips.
With her clit trapped and cupped in the fabric, he covered the nub completely with his lips before flicking his tongue over it as fast as he could. Against his chin, he could feel her getting wetter and wetter as her legs started to spasm and she began repeatedly calling out his name.
"DarylDarylDarylDaryl…" she mumbled out, her back arching and face scrunched up as her orgasm burst through her body. "Oh god!" her toes curled and she gripped the sheet frantically.
He slowed his movements, helping her down from her high. She let him know when it was too sensitive because she brought her hands to his head and pushed him away with a small squeak.
He didn't miss a beat as he knelt up and begun to unbutton his own pants while she lazily removed her panties. He tugged them down his legs and kicked them off, not carin' where they landed. Her underwear soon followed.
When he laid back down on top of her, her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and she braced herself for his cock when suddenly he paused, pulling back slightly.
"We need a rubber." He mumbled.
She shook her head, pulling him back to her. "It's okay. I took the morning after pill, remember?"
He didn't argue; he just leaned down and kissed her before lining his cock up and thrusting into her with one hard push.
He sighed out, lovin' the feel of her without anythin' between them and took a moment to enjoy it. His forehead rested against her own while his hands came up and entwined with hers before pressing them to the pillow either side of her head.
She moved first; her hips pressing against him, trying to force him to move with her as she set a frantic pace. She wanted it hard and fast, and she knew Daryl would be more than happy to oblige.
He got her message loud and clear and before she knew it, he was more than matchin' her pace, makin' it hard for her to keep up. His hands squeezed hers tightly, and she squeezed back as she moaned repeatedly.
He felt so good inside of her; his dick felt amazing and rubbed against all the right spots. It was almost as if he was made for her, sculpted perfectly so their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
After a few moments, he removed his hands from hers and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist before sitting up on his knees with her straddling his legs.
She whimpered as his dick sunk more into her body and buried her head in his shoulder as she rode him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"So damn tight." He grunted, fingers leaving white marks on her skin. Holding her tightly, he moved them so he could lay down with his head on the pillow and he let her take control. "Fuck ya self on my dick. Wanna see ya usin' me to get ya self off."
Her legs felt like jelly as she did as she was told. She brought one hand down between her legs so she could play with her clit. He must have liked the view because he grunted, his fingers squeezing her hips.
Her legs wobbled as her orgasm came closer and closer with every passing circle of her fingers and thrust of their hips. "So close." She whimpered. "Cum with me."
He exhaled harshly hearing those words from her mouth and sped up his thrusts, eyes on her fingers as they played with her pussy. Soon as she spasmed and contracted around him, he let himself go, groaning as he pumped into her body.
They both lost themselves in pleasure, and she ended up collapsing on his chest when she came down, breathing just as heavily as he was. His hand caressed her back, stroking up and down as they tried to catch their breath.
"Thanks." She panted after a few moments.
He snorted, lifting his head up and placing a kiss on her forehead. "Ain't a problem."
"Darcy?" Daryl's voice whispered through the haziness of sleep. His words barely registered as she fought against consciousness.
She was in a deep sleep, something she hadn't had in a long time, and her body wasn't willing to let it go quite yet. She blinked, her eyes squinting as she saw him crouch in front of her. "Hmm?" she hummed sleepily, eyes closing and head nuzzling the pillow.
He huffed a laugh and brushed some of her hair out of her face. "I'm just headin' out with Merle. Got some business to deal with. Don't'chu worry, everythin's fine and ya'll safe…"
If she hadn't been so tired, she might have questioned why he was leaving; why could she hear Merle? Why did it feel like someone else was in bed with her?
Instead, his words blurred as sleep took her over once more.
Two figures exited the truck and walked through the darkness of the night and over to the abandoned barn house. They were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by grass and trees with no one around for miles.
The perfect place for what they had planned.
The older one approached the door to the barn and pulled it open. He let the younger man walk in before he glanced around once more, making sure they weren't followed before heading inside himself. He shut the door and locked it firmly before turning around.
Walking over to the wall, he felt around for the switch he knew was there before flicking it on. It took a few moments because of the old and worn electrics but soon the overhead swinging light flickered on, revealing another man bloodied and tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
The two men approached the tied up man together, steps in sync. The man groaned and struggled to lift up his head at the sound of approaching footsteps. Blood dripped from his busted lip and his right eye was swollen to the size of a baseball.
"So," the older man rasped. "What'd you think, liddol D? Wanna have some fun?"
The younger man nodded and cracked his knuckles. "Man's gonna regret the day he ever messed with a Dixon's girl."
Darcy woke up at the sound of snoring. It was a very familiar sound, one she often heard through the walls of the bedrooms in the house. "Mom," she mumbled into her pillow. "You seriously need to quit smoking."
The snores stopped and was followed by a sleepy voice. "I'll quit in my own time."
Darcy snorted, knowing exactly how that went. In other words, it meant 'Leave me alone because I don't want to quit.' She opened her mouth to reply when a few things occurred to her.
She had gone to bed with Daryl... but her Mom was in bed next to her.
Daryl wasn't around – or atleast she hoped he wasn't because if all three of them were in bed together, she wasn't quite sure how she'd to react to that.
She vaguely remembered Daryl waking her up last night. What was it he said? I'm going out with Merle? She knew it was something along those lines.
Her Mom was home and safe.
Her Mom was home and safe.
Quickly pushing every thought out of her head, she rolled over and came face-to-face with Jasmine who was quite happily drifting back to sleep.
Jasmine's cheek was slightly bruised but she didn't look any worse for wear. She imagined that if anything serious had happened to her, she would have been in hospital instead of taking Daryl's place.
Suddenly, she was thankful that she'd decided to sleep in P.J's instead of naked. That would have made this a more than awkward reunion.
Unable to control the burst of happiness which exploded through her, she wrapped her Mother in a hug. "Oh god, are you okay? I was so worried about you! How are you here? Where's Alec? Did Merle find you?" she questioned in a rush, unable to stop the happy tears which were quickly forming.
Jasmine laughed silently at her daughters frantic questions. "Baby, I'm fine. You know I can handle myself." She said lovingly, wrapping her arms around her daughter. "Yeah, Merle found me and brought me home. He's just like a knight in shining armor." She murmured with a smile.
Darcy's mouth fell open and she stared at her mother in disbelief. "I've been going crazy worrying about you and you're just like-" Darcy shrugged, pretending to be her Mother. "-Oh well. It doesn't matter that my ex-boyfriend kidnapped me at knife point. I'm just happy that my new boyfriend saved me like something out of a Disney movie."
Jasmine threw her head back and laughed.
"You're unbelievable," Darcy muttered, shaking her head and unable to stop the smile from forming. Atleast she's safe, she thought to herself, Still crazy as ever…but more importantly, she's safe.
But there was still one thing she wanted to know…Where the hell was Daryl and Merle?
Sorry for any errors. I'm soo tired. If you catch any, let me know!