Baby won't ya do me like you done before.

Rag Doll by Aerosmith

Kelly almost always woke up before him, and since Coraline was born even more so. Jenny was four and Coraline was eight months and just started sleeping through the night. The two of them still in bed together after five am was usually unheard of.

Kelly ran her fingers through his hair and Daryl started to stir. She listened on the intercom, the girls were still sleeping. Continuing to play with his hair, she felt him responding to her touch, he let out a low sexy growl that made her stomach somersault.

She moved against him and he groaned as she pushed his hair behind his ear.

"Are they still asleep?" He mumbled as he opened his eyes and Kelly nodded, "For real?"

He grinned and took her in his arms, this was a rare treat that he knew better than to squander. It would have to be quick, but they could make it work. Having two children under five left them lacking alone grown up times.

Most of the time by the time they got both kids bathed and fed after their busy day, Daryl and Kelly usually collapsed into bed exhausted by ten pm. It was a good life though, the best.

"It's not even my birthday," He continued as he kissed her and rolled over on top of her, Kelly moved her legs apart as he moved against her. Quickly, Daryl's hands went to the hem of her tank top, as she moved her hands over his ass. Daryl slept in boxer shorts, the material was thin and the feel of her hands drove him insane, "I love you baby," He breathed into her ear.

"I love you more…" She whispered back as he kissed down her neck, making a trail down to her breasts, then lower. His mouth was hot and wet on her skin as he circled her belly button with his tongue.

Then he looked up at her with the devil in his eyes.

"Ok if I do this?" He reached for her sleep shorts as he made his way under the covers.

"Let's be clear Daryl, I always want you to go down on me." She laughed.

"I mean do we have time?"

"Hurry," She grinned that grin that was just for him and he was in love with those dimples on her cheeks when she smiled. It had been a rocky road but they had gotten here. Whatever had happened in the past was just that, the past and they were making a life together with their children.

They had met under odd circumstances and during a stressful period for both of them but they were solid now. Daryl was still in the cold case division on the police force, but in a different city now. They had moved from the small town that had so many painful memories for her to a nice, similar town a few miles away and closer to Daryl's brother.

Merle was married to his childhood sweetheart Andrea, and they had three kids, the cousins would grow up together, they had already formed close bonds.

Kelly found that living in the house she grew up in had left her with two many ghosts, and one in particular bore a striking resemblance to the love of her life. A new house, with a deck and a garden to make happy memories in was what they had both needed.

Daryl changed jobs and Kelly stayed home with the kids and took classes online for her masters in Art. One day she would teach, when the kids were grown.

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The moon shone high in the sky but the forest was so dense she couldn't see where she was going and he liked it that way. Kelly stumbled, landed on the ground and struggled to get up fast. He was close behind her, Mac was faster than she, and she thought again how stupid she had been to think he was so good looking.

He was beautiful with clear blue eyes, dimples and the kind of scruff on his face that was just this side of sexy. His body was lean and hard, no surprise there, but those things didn't matter at the moment especially now that he was chasing after her in the woods. They had been parked in his truck, out on a date and he had gotten handsy, he wouldn't take no for an answer, so she hit him in the face and started running.

He quickly jumped out of the truck and gave chase, this bitch was going to make him work for it, that was alright too.

She was getting tired though and the shoes she had worn were not the kind you wore in the woods, thank god they were flats at least.

"Come out, come out wherever you are Kelly," He called after her, "I know these woods like the back of my hand, been hunting them all my life."

Kelly didn't answer and just kept running faster.

"This is happening baby, whether you like it or not." He stopped and listened to see what direction she had gone, "Olly olly ox and free." He smiled to himself at the expression from his childhood that wasn't the least bit funny to the woman he was currently stalking.

Kelly stood behind a tree keeping silent as the grave, but her heart was beating out of her chest. She didn't dare breathe and then she felt his hand over her mouth as he pulled her back against his hard chest. Then his lips were at her ear.

"You ready to get fucked," He ran his other hand over her left breast and squeezed it.

"Get off me," She screamed as he let her face go to reach under the skirt she wore and grab a hold of her inner thigh. It was always right here when he woke up and Mac cursed in the darkness of his cell.

He dreamed about her all of the time and it was always him chasing her through the woods. The whole scenario played through his head like a movie. They were on a date, he'd tried to fuck her and she ran away, but he caught her and the chase had riled him up ten fold.

But he never got to finish the dream. Always he woke up before he got his hands on her and with his cock hard as fucking concrete. He was in a cell by himself because he beat the shit out of any cell mate he had been given. His reputation for being fast with his fists was known throughout the Utah state prison where he was now located.

He dreamed about her every night.

There was nothing left to do but close his eyes and imagine her sweet lips on his rod as he spit on his hand and ran his hand over his dick. He laughed to himself, who better for this job, he knew exactly what he liked.

Kelly had rocked his world and shocked him with her sexual aggression and it was memories like that that fueled his lust when he woke up in this state.

The sweat dripped down his cheek and over his lip as he imagined her sucking his cock. Mac groaned in the darkness as he pumped his dick with his hand nice and slow at first. There was nothing but time now and he had perfected edging himself to an art form.

Mac could slow down his breathing when he was almost ready to cum, it just took control and concentration. The pay off was fucking amazing if you were strong enough. Mac was more than able to do it, even before he was locked up.

He always had total control of his cock anyway, but he indulged himself in this fantasy about her, worked himself up to the moment and stopped. Keeping his breathing even, after a few seconds to minutes he'd repeat the process.

Before prison, he could do it eight times before he couldn't take any more; now it was much more.

Each time he did it his breathing got more ragged, the sweat dripped over his forehead as he writhed under the sheet that barely covered his thighs. His hand was Kelly's hot mouth and he worked himself up again; his cock ached for release, throbbed in his hand.

He could take it, he would take it.

His hand worked faster now, slipping around from his spit, the friction was delicious, not bad for a Sunday night in the slammer. When he got out she was getting slammed, you could bet money on it.

""Oh fuck! Fuuuccckkkkkk!" He groaned in the darkness, he could see her, looking up at him, he could feel her wet mouth, because he'd edged so much he came so hard he'd almost levitated off the bed, "Fuck, fuck oh Kelly!"

The sensation washed over him starting on his scalp and moving down lower and lower until it was through his entire body. He shuddered as he came, screaming her name and it echoed off the four cement walls.

Mac groaned and growled like a wild animal, like a man climbing a steep hill; there was no one to hear and he didn't give a fuck anyway.