I do not own the walking dead or its characters. Please leave some feedback. I recently got back into writing, and this is the first time I have taken it more seriously.
I am also open to story line suggestions, PM with ideas and credit will be given if I use them.
I want this to be a long story with lots of interesting things happening. I really don't want to use much of TWD story line since it is heavily used in fanfic. All characters are open for write ins, even dead ones. Who cares, this is a fantasy lol.
This chapter contains smut. Adult content M. This chapter is also very long, nearing just under 10 pages on Microsoft word.
This chapter also has back ground for Aspen. There is some details of torture, and mild SA but not forceful in nature. I couldn't bring myself to write that even though the smut is extremely detailed.
Chapter 4
Aspen Mayors December 8th, 2022
I can't get these thoughts out of my head. I had been sitting at home and the front door opened. I got up thinking that it was Daryl returning from his task with Rick. When I got to the door, it was the new guy that we took in last week. I didn't have any alarm, so I let him in, and I walked to the kitchen offering him to make a bowl of stew that I had just put away. I didn't get too far into the kitchen until he started to come after me so grabbing the closest thing, the wine bottle, I smashed it on the island counter.
"You took everything from me." He speaks.
"I'm sorry, I do I know you?" I said, bewildered.
"Oh, you do. You probably don't remember me. Let me remind you," he lifts his shirt to show a deep scar on his abdomen, and I look away.
Evil memories flooding my head, I do know him. "Excuse me? What did you expect me to do. You kidnapped me when I was 15." My heart races now. This is too surreal, unimaginable dread fills my body. "How did you get out of prison? You were all the way back in Arizona."
"Guards." He says pacing around the other side of the island, I mov opposite of him, keeping the island between us. "They didn't care that the world was ending and so they let all of us go. I didn't come looking for you that's what you're thinking, I just happened to notice you the other day when you left with that dirt bag. I thought what a happy reunion this would be."
"I'll kill you myself. If that scar isn't a clear indication that I'm capable of it, then I don't know what it is." Standing my ground, I rise the bottle at him. He walks over to the side of the island close to the fridge and I walk along the opposite side, trying to keep distance between us. If it wasn't for whatever commotion outside, I wouldn't have been able to make a run for it, but not before he grabs my arm and I lunge the jagged bottle into his stomach. It's enough to cause him to let go of me and I head up the stairs into my bedroom, he's close behind. I run into my room and try to close the door but he's pushing it open, I'm not strong enough so I quickly jumped back, and he grabs my arms, trying to disarm me. I kick him in the groin and that disables him, pushing him down, I stabbed him in the throat. He starts bleeding profusely and his hands reached for his throat, I stabbed him in the stomach and chest repeatedly until I hear his last breath.
Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I just stand there staring down at him. The world is a lot smaller than what it used to be, and you might think that this is a coincidence, but many people headed East once the infection happened. The West Coast of the United States took a nasty fall during all this, and it was much safer to head out, which is why I chose to do some sightseeing along the way. What seems like an eternity is only about three minutes and Daryl's already grabbed me and put me in his embrace. I dropped the broken wine bottle and I shut down.
He carries me downstairs and comforts me. I just keep thinking of the terrible things that happened when I was younger, that man inflicted 3 days of torture on me. I start apologizing, thinking that this is all my fault. But Daryl tells me otherwise. I know he's right, but I can't help thinking that if I hadn't killed that man 15 years ago this wouldn't have happened. I didn't know it was him they brought in; new people usually go through a set of trials before they're fully integrated to the community. If I had seen his face, I would have told Rick right away what this man was capable of. We're just lucky that he didn't do it to anybody else.
I'm brought back to the present time when Daryl grabs the wine bottle from next to me and takes a drink. He sets it back. I keep watching him, with his back facing to me. He lights a cigarette and I wonder what those are like, I never smoked before. I just hate cigarettes, not for the smell but from my scars. He looks back at me and I at him, I reach out and grab the cigarette from him. I take a puff and choke on it, a small smirk on his face as he looks back at me.
"Holy shit, that's harsh." I say, handing it back to him. He laughs, taking a puff. "That will kill you, you know." I spoke.
"So will that shit." He responds over his shoulder, pointing to the bottle, cigarette between his fingers.
I grab the wine and drink more of it. The room doesn't spin but I feel good. He snuffs his cigarette out on an ashtray beside the couch bed and starts removing his boots. I feel a string of tension, like The Fates have me where I need to be. He lays down and crosses his feet. I drink more wine. It makes me feel extraordinary. I lean over the edge on my side of the bed and place the bottle down, there's a quarter bottle left. I lay on my side and keep looking at him, his arms are raised above his head. He keeps his gaze at the ceiling. Maybe I'm just drunk or the maybe adrenaline from the night has me fearless. Before I realize I'm reaching my hand out to touch his face. He stirs and grabs my hand but releases his grip and let's go. Half turning his head to look at me, I know he feels this string of tension too. I scoot closer to him, resting my head in the crook of his arm and he looks away. He doesn't move for a few seconds, but gently lowers his arm over me. And its set-in motion my feelings. I can feel his heartbeat, its increased pace. I let out a sigh of content. This is where I need to be, where I feel safe. The urge to kiss this man reigns heavily in my brain waves. And I do as I'm told.
Reaching my hand to his face. I force him to look at me and I lean up and bring my lips to his, hovering. I wait for rejection, but he doesn't. With intended force, I kiss him. The smell of wine and cigarettes strong on his breath, his arm still lays loosely on me, and he brings his other down, holding the nape of my neck, pulling me to him. Daryl holding me and pulling me into him even more, rolls us over and I am below him.
The kiss becomes fiercer and more hurried, he parts my lips to gain entry and I moan out, "Mm-yess, yes," and he breathes heavy on me.
With his left hand still at my neck, he takes his right to my hip and lifts us to our knees still kissing me, moving down the length of my neck, placing kisses and nibbles. Then stops. I look for an answer, but his face reads a mix of emotions.
Breathlessly I asked, "is there a problem?" kissing him tenderly on parted lips, he bites back.
"No, but I think you've had enough excitement for one night. I can't make you mine just yet." And seals those words with a kiss that sucks the air out of me.
Disappointment radiates through me as a hot flash, and the feeling of embarrassment grows hot on my face. I slunk down to sit. He lifts my chin and gives a small peck to me, then moves back to his side of the bed. I grab the wine bottle and drink half of what's left and give the rest to him. He warily downs the rest and lets the bottle drop to the floor.
Daryl grabs me and pulls me into a sleepy embrace, kissing the back of my head. I snuggle up closer and he tightens his arm around my waist. "Go to sleep, it's been a long night." He whispers, followed by a yawn.
I'm not sure how early it is when I opened my eyes, but I wake up alone. Sadness suddenly filling me, I sit up and look around. I loosely remember kissing Daryl and falling asleep in his arms, it makes me hot. Then I also remember then he wouldn't have anything else to do with me. He said that it had been a long night and he wasn't wrong. Maybe it's because I had just killed a man two hours prior that was a turn off for him. I don't think that's the case though, he was just as hot and heavy as I was.
I try not to play off everything that happened and do as I always do, go with the flow. I get up and I make my way to my bag, and I see that there are fresh clothes for me to put on. I grabbed them and run to the bathroom to do my morning business and get changed. When I'm done, I go back to the kitchen and grab my bag and get ready to head out the door. The storm has cleared out but when I opened the door the whole place is covered with snow. Closing the door behind me I walked down the front row of many houses you stand in front of mine. The door is still open, and I walk up the stairs.
Upon entering the kitchen, I can smell the strong smell of chemical. I don't see any blood, Carol made good on her promise. I walk into the living room and set my stuff down in the recliner and start to pack up the pull-out bed that was left out. The sound of heavy panting behind me I looked behind my shoulder and see Dog.
"Well, good morning, Dog," I say turning around to give him good boy scritches.
I hear footsteps and I look up to see Daryl barreling his way in. He quickly grabs me and pulls me down the hallway into the laundry room and pushes me up against the wall. He plants a kiss that I can only describe as needy. It disorients me and I gaze at him through half closed eyes.
He talks, almost a whisper "I didn't want to disappoint you last night, but you have a condition I'm not accustomed to."
"I have a condition?" I say, rather confused by his words.
"Yah, you do and I'm not sure whether or not I'm capable of remedying it." He kisses my neck, continuing to speak, "but I'll try."
"Wait, what's my condition? There's not a thing wrong with me." I retort partially angrily.
He steps back and looks down then back at me saying, "I ain't taken responsibility over a woman before." He says, becoming shy.
"Respsi- oh." I blush, "it's not a big deal to me. I just never got that far with anyone. I spent all my time alone after the infection that it just wasn't a thing. Daryl, don't make this a thing." I say grabbing his hand, I don't want my virginity being something that scares people. "The world has fucked me enough. I don't view virginity how the Old World did."
He holds my hand thumbing my wrist, "Ok, like I said I'll try." And leans in placing a small kiss to my cheek, "storms gone, but we got a lot to clean up. I'll stop by later if I don't see you."
The storm had knocked down several dormant fruit trees that had taken years to grow. The average cycle of an orange tree is three to five years. Which means the community lost all that time. The bigger trees like the plantains survived. The trunks are a bit thicker on them, so at least we will have bananas come spring. All other crops will have to be replanted and that leaves the fear of food and rationing on the table for dinner.
I look around the compound we call home and see the box truck has been started on. Since there isn't a pallet jack here everyone is off loading as a team. I get in line to make the load easier but notice Daryl's bike on the side of the box van. It doesn't seem like anything happened to it when it fell, so that's good. I know that's one of the most important things to him.
I look out to the field and see he is busy helping Rick and Michonne moving corpses of the undead from last night. I see Father Gabriel dowsing them with gas preparing for a fire. There aren't many, but among the bodies I see the sheet wrapped body of my assailant. I want to walk over and spit on him, but I won't. I did two years of therapy to get over the shit he did to me when I was younger, and I've already let it go with time. 3 days being locked in a crawl space below his house.
The stupid bastard had given me a porcelain plate to eat off of. I had smashed it in the late hours of the night and waited for him come morning. I pretended to be ok with my entrapment so I could catch him off guard. That's when I stabbed him with it as hard as I could. He had grabbed my arm in shock, but I dug it down from his ribs to almost his left hip bone. He let me go in pure shock and I ran upstairs locking him in the space the same way he did to me. His neighbor had been out mowing their lawn when he spotted me run into the street. That person had been a savior to me. Then the police came, and I had to go over explicit details and although I said I was still intact I had to do a rape kit regardless. It was mortifying.
I wipe a small tear from my eye and keep working the load from the truck. Passing one box from me to Sasha, the line went on for 9 people now. It would take a while to unload 4 pallets, but we needed this stuff. At least that piece of shit was good for something.
A hand lays on my shoulder and its Carol, speaking she says, "How are you holding up hun?"
I have to hold back from wailing because I can't lie to myself, I respond with the truth, "it's been overwhelming." My therapist said lying never gets you anywhere and there is no reason to be ashamed of it. "That man, I knew him," I said blankly.
"You knew him?" Carol says skeptically. Holding up the line, Sasha stops to listen.
"I did, I'm not sure how he ended up in Virginia, but he was in prison when the infection started. Before I killed him last night, he said the guards had let them all out." I mutter, motioning for Sasha to focus on the line moving.
"What did he do?" Carol asked with concern, watching me as I continue to pass along boxes to someone behind me. I look up and glance to see Daryl peering over here, inquisitively.
"He kidnapped me when I was 15. Kept me in a crawl space below his house. I cut him with a porcelain plate he gave me dinner on. That was the third day trapped," Carol has her hand to her mouth, and I continue, "he didn't get to me, you know, that way, but he did do other horrid things to me. On me." I said, more focused on my task. "I'm ok, I just didn't think I would be so unlucky to see him 15 years later. I finally did what I should have then. Had I known the world would go to shit and release these assholes, I would have killed him then. I wasn't scared to." Carol, now embracing me and I look over her shoulder to see Daryl gazing at us intensely.
"I'm sorry such vile things happened to you." Carol finding the words to speak.
"It's ok, I've grown from it. I never expected to see him again though. The verdict was a minimum 15 years and that's what he got. Then all hell broke lose 3 years later, and I honestly was focused on surviving again. He ripped my big toe nail off and it never grew back." I added that last part because it was true. It never grew back and because it was one of many reminders of what he did to me.
"Omg, that son of a bitch," she gasped, "I'd kill him twice if I could." She holds me at arm's length, "you're a strong woman, I'm glad we have you." Her eyes searching mine with gentle kindness.
"Thank you, Carol, I'm happy to be here." I say, looking back to see Daryl is out of sight now. He must be off on another chore.
Carol narrowed her eyes in a you've been caught way at me, "I know you fancy him." She says a warm smile on her face.
"I'm not sure what you mean," I say, busying myself with the truck load again. I see Carol put a finger up to her lips in a 'shhh' kind of way and I mouth at her a 'thanks' and roll my eyes. She knew there was some tension, probably because he was staring at us the whole time.
A few hours roll by, and we're done with the truck, there is enough food for a couple weeks but the rest of it is at the distribution center. In fear of another scare Rick suggested we go at the first sight of the snow melting. With everyone gathered we discuss out next moves.
"Van wheels will get stuck," Father Gabriel chimes in, "the route we take consists of 2 highways and many back roads, when it melts the back roads will be too muddy for that car to go."
Rick rubs his chin, "are you saying we go now? We just had one hell of a winter storm, and not the last of it. Those clouds are light but who is to say it won't end up in a shit fest again. The fence wasn't locked the last time they got back because of how severe it was."
"We can always take more people," I spoke up, "when Daryl and I went there weren't many walkers. Just a few before we left but they are probably gone, or frozen by now. We also have snow chains for the truck."
Rick nods at me and points assertively, "it's too risky though. I'm not sure I want to send more than we can do without here."
"I'll go." Rosita says, leaning against a beam.
As if a waterfall was in the room a cascade of 'I'll go's" with raises of hands. Rick looks around the room, bot being given much of a choice he caves and wipes his face before speaking, "alright, alright. We will spare 4 people total. Daryl, Rosita, Aaron and Aspen can all go. You can head out early in the morning, it's too late now, the sunlight will be wearing off. I don't need anyone getting caught off guard."
We break from the room and walk in smaller groups as we head out. I peel off home from the gang and head back to the truck. I forgot about my candles, so I grab those first before going home. Once I reach my door, I feel a presence behind me. Peering over my shoulder I see Daryl making his way up my steps in a hurry. Entering my place, he quickly closes the door behind us. I set the candles on the kitchen island and examine them. The wax has shrunk but that's because of the cold. They will be fine in a few hours, I think.
Standing at the counter Daryl puts his arms around me and I lean back into him. His warmth and raspy breathing already sending me over the hills with excitement. Clearing the silence I say, "you were watching me today. Kinda creepy." Laughing to make it a joke.
Tightening his grip with one arm and moving the hair from my neck he breathes on me and in a whisper, he says," I can't help it. You did this to me." Biting my earlobe and then stopping when he notices something weird with my ear.
"It was him," I say quietly, "that man was someone from my past. It doesn't make sense. How the world is so much smaller now. I never thought I'd have to be face to face again with him."
Daryl angrily pulls away from me. His reaction overwhelming me and making me nervous, he very angrily says, "You KNEW HIM? Why didn't you tell us when he was taken in?" Slamming his first into my wall, making a small indent. He keeps his face to the wall, and I turn back to the counter island.
Then I blurt it all out. "I didn't know him like that Daryl, and I didn't see it was him. I hadn't been around the gate that day." I say, in a panic because he is upset for the wrong reason. "That man kidnapped and assaulted me. I escaped by cutting him with a porcelain plate he fed me dinner on one night," tears coming out full blown. "He cut part of my earlobe off, ripped the toenail on my left foot off and burned cigarettes on my back and legs. He enjoyed doing those things to young girls. The only reason he got out was because of the infection. The guards thought they would all die anyways." I started to get angry, but Daryl came and held me, my back still to him. "I didn't it was him that was taken in, trust me I would have said something. That man was supposed to spend 15 years in prison, longer if the others came out but they didn't testify." To prove my point, I pushed him away and started removing my boots, my pants and shirt. Revealing those scars from 15 years ago.
Daryl, obviously speechless at this point, just stares at me. Shock on his face, and he looks down. I turn around and expose my back, removing my bra and lifting my hair up, I say "the worst scars are the ones that didn't leave a mark." I start crying.
He makes quick work of covering me up with his vest and in a muffled voice speaks, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I thought you meant knew him from another group. I didn't think you meant before the infection." I turn around and face him, he looks away. What a gentleman.
"You don't have to look away. I'm not ashamed. He took myself worth, but I got it back. I fought my way to be a survivor and I did what I should have done years ago last night. I honestly am glad I did, I regretted not doing it then, but I was scared and young." He looks up and I wipe my tears.
Straightening the vest on my bare breasts I look at myself, "kinda kinky," I say smiling. he runs a hand through his hair and makes a bulging face, puffing his moth out, "sorry, I just have no sense of censorship when it comes to this. I may be a virgin, but I have no filter for anything. I speak my mind." I take his vest off and grab my bra. Putting myself back together while Daryl stands there like a deer in headlights. "What?' I ask once I've started pulling my pants up.
"Nothin'." I look at him scoldingly, he continues, "I jus didn't think I would see you buck naked this way. I figured it would be…"
Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, I finished his sentence, "What? Romantic?" I kiss his innocence away, making breathe heavy, saying when as I pull away, "Daryl the world we live in now is either fuck or be fucked. I don't care how you do it, just fuck me right." I say as I pull my boots on, "You think shits settled? It ain't. We'll be fighting to fuck for the rest of our lives."
I pass by him and head up the stairs. Getting my gear ready for tomorrows trip on my bed. Daryl coughs into my room before peeking a hand to make his presence known. I give him a look he doesn't see, "you can come in, I'm dressed."
I continue on gathering my stuff together, the clothes I will wear and the shoes. The boots I have now aren't nearly as warm as my other pair. Keeping the routine of getting ready for the next day has been my only creature comfort. I place the old phone I have on the nightstand. It reads 5:32pm. The sun is almost set, and the room gets dim. I point to the light switch at Daryl, and he obliges. I start to feel fluttery with him there and that is usually when I make a cray move.
"Do you want to shower with me?" I ask, a small smirk on my face. I head for the shower and turn it on, setting in stone my intensions.
"Right now?" He rasps. Looking in the corner of the ceiling and back at me.
"Yea, like right now." I walked off but not before removing my boots and leaving the rest of my clothes in a trail. One that leads to me.
I calm myself as best I can in the shower, it's been a rough last couple of days. I need the warmth of the water on me to keep me sane. I hear shuffling but don't look. I don't want to scare Daryl off. Maybe I come off too strong, but if it was only one sided, he would not have pursued me like he did this morning in the hallway. Or followed me home after the meeting. The curtains move and he's in the shower, I can't believe he joined. I turn around to face him and see his sopping wet hair.
Daryl grabs me and pulls me to him, he's already hard, and I press further into him. Making him throw his head back and groan. Reaching my hands up I grasp both sides of his face, bringing him into kiss. Its small pecks but they grow ravenous until we're both starving for each other. His tongue gently licking my lower lip makes my eyes roll and I moan in his mouth. Starting a chain reaction in us both that distracts us from our shower. I bite hi slower lip and gently tug, bringing him back for a deeper kiss. He turns me around and presses into my back. I feel every inch of him against my ass cheeks and I press again, but he calms down and reaches for the soap on the ledge. Pouring a generous amount in his hands he begins lathering it up and down my stomach, hip curves and my breasts. Paying special attention to them, he gently cleans one in each hand starting from the edge and working his way into the center and gently squeezes my nipples.
I moan out, "I think you missed a spot," my breath heavy and he grunts at me.
"Where?" he asks, just as out of breath as I am, and I grab his hand to lead him down to my most sensitive spot.
"Here," I moan, as he breaks his hand from under mine and takes back control of me. He rinses his hand off in the stream and gently beings it back down to me. I'm fully relying on him to keep me standing because I can't right now. Leaning against him I lift my leg up to the ledge and he does as I wish. With gentle strokes he touches my clit. Placing kisses along my neck and ending at my deformed earlobe. He doesn't have to ask if I'm sure of this, he can hear I am.
He keeps his steady movements, and I can feel the pressure build up, but it's a stronger feeling than I'm used to. I've never felt this during self-pleasure before. I lean hard into him, and he uses his free hand to slide up my waist to my breast, squeezing my nipple, harder this time. I moan his name and his dick flexes below me. I know he wants me, and I want him. So bad. He stops his circling of my clit to reach lower into my moist center.
"Don't stop," I plead. Moving my head up to look at him. He kisses me, inserting another finger and groaning when I react, squeezing around him.
He moves his hand back to my clit and kisses me harder, knowing I'm so close to becoming unraveled his breath hot on my mouth. He continues to rub my clit and alternate between sticking two fingers inside of me until he's got his thumb on my clit and keeps it there, making me full down to his knuckles.
Kissing me like a rabid animal, he groans in my mouth when he feels me start to clench on his fingers, "So fucking perfect," through gritted teeth, "all mine." He moans on my mouth and I'm so far out I can't even focus to kiss him. He starts nipping at my neck and stops just below where my neckline meets my shoulder. Putting his whole mouth on me he sucks, hard, not releasing.
It makes me reach my peek and come on his fingers, making me writhe in his arms, he holds me to keep from slipping. "Oh my god, Daryl, oh fuck. Ohmygod," I rasp the words out breathlessly as my climax tapers down. His fingers slipping out and leaving a dull pleasurable ache in me. He sucks my pleasure off his fingers and makes a "mmm" sound. I want more.
Leaning up I catch my footing and turn to kiss him, hungrily. I reach down for the soap bottle on the ground but stay there and taking him in. He peers down at me, eyes wide and breath husky. And I know what I have to do. I drop the bottle and focus on him. Grabbing his length, I gently grip, and he places a hand in my hair. The other hand sprawled against the wall. He's like the flame and I am the fuel, feeding his desire. I trial one gentle lick from his shaft to just under his tip and his grip tightens on my hair. A small bead of moisture from him and I drink it, licking my lips as he looks down at me, a hunger I have not seen in him before. I make work of him, placing him in my mouth and swirling my tongue on his tip. He's impatient now, moving my mouth lower on to him. I gag, and he moans a "fuck" in response under his breath. I can already feel him building up, he won't last long but that's ok. We can do this all the time. I quicken my pace and his eye close, and he mutters under his breath, and I let his hand control how deep he goes in my mouth.
Just when I feel he is about to reach his end, I gently grab on his testicles to give them a light pull. He stiffens more and gives me his full release, "Holy shit woman," he grunts, gently filling up my mouth with his semen. I let him go, planting a kiss on his cheek he looks at me in amazement, like I just changed his life.
"We should scrub up and get out, the water is cooling," I say pecking him on the lips, he sours at the taste of himself. I giggle.
We finish up our shower, he washes my back and takes care note of each cigarette burn on me, and my legs. "He was disgusting." He says, remorse in his voice, "I don't get how people can live knowin they did shit like this." I shrug, he kisses my back. I turn to face him and start scrubbing with my nails. His arms, chest and reaching for his back. He moans, "you do that, and we might not be done here." I scratch more, leaving a trail of light red lines down his back. We rinse the soap off, and I lather my hair really quick. He helps me rinse it. Getting out of the shower and both into a towel. I lead him to the bed. We aren't done here.
"Dr. Dixon, I have a condition," I say, toying with his towel, removing it. He inhales deeply as the frigid air hits him but he's still hard as a rock. "Can we get a diagnosis and treatment, stat, Dr. Dixon." a quirky smile on my face.
Coughing, and very formal, he speaks, "well yes, Ms. Mayors, we can. Please take a seat on the bed, there." He points, losing his composer. He's nervous.
I walk over to the bed and sit. pulling myself up a bit, I lay on my side. Bringing my knees to my stomach and also giving him a grand view of what's on the menu. I prop myself up on my arm and he makes his way over to me, running his hand up and down my legs. He runs a finger to my opening, gently pressing on my clit. I lay back, a sigh escaping from me. This is it and it's happening. My excitement showing, glistening down below. He comes closer leaning over the bed, placing a knee in the crook of where mine bend and presses a sole finger inside me.
I cry out, "please, Daryl. Fuck, I want you." He pushes another finger inside of me mercilessly. I grind on him, and he keeps going. His eyes heavy lidded, leans in to kiss me and I lean up to meet him. His tongue asks for entry, and I let him.
Hot breaths between us I place my free hand in his hair, tugging. Signaling I'm ready by placing my forehead to his, we match gaze. He grabs under my legs, keeping me on my side and places a hand on my shoulder, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. My ass nearly hanging off, he keeps his leg in place to keep me from slipping off. And uses his free hand to grab himself and trace at my wet pussy. Our foreheads still touching I close my eyes.
I feel his tip at my opening, and he whispers to me, "I ain't gonna last long with you." And I kiss him deep and tenderly to show him that I don't give a fuck.
"Remember what I said, Dixon?" I say in a moan, he's playing me like a fiddle with his tip, "just fuck me right, like right now. I'm yours, all yours."
He does. Kissing me hard but more passionately than any women should deserve, he presses the tip of his dick into me. A light searing ping of pleasurable pain enters my core, but it feels so good. I want him, all of him. Feeling my resistance, he pulls out and goes all the way in this time, harder and deeper. It makes me cry in pain and pleasure.
He stops, "oh fuck." He grunts, pulling out and this time gently pressing in halfway, "on your back, now." He demands turning me from my side.
I quiver at this movement, it's a new feeling being full. Pulling me up in his arms, he grabs my legs wrapping them around him and thrusts. This time is unbearably pleasurable and my head leans back, "oh my gawd, Daryl." He thrusts again, making me tingle. He picks up the pace and I'm falling weaker as I succumb to him.
"Mine," he thrusts harder, breathing in my ear, "only mine," biting my neck and my weakness as he moans those words. I breath heavier, anticipation building up, he groans, "say it to me, Aspen. Say that you're mine and only mine. Nobody else will have you."
My insides melting, I respond, "Yes, yes only yours. All yours, no one else will have me. Take me, all of me" he bites my neck again, sucking and leaving evidence of this claim. Lowering his mouth to my breast, he licks it. Sucking it into his mouth he bites, a small bit of pain but the pleasure builds up and I feel it, "oh fuck," I say as I begin my peek and descent with him inside me, moving faster, "don't stop," I manage breathlessly. He pounds into me harder, and I quake all around him, my tightness absorbing and closing, and clamping, "ohhhh, go-. "
He kisses me, hushing me. Hissing from his mouth and I can feel him gently contract, inside me, making a mess for sure. Spilling all of him into me, he groans, "oh Aspen," kissing with me still with fever. Longlining, continuing to thrust well past his due and slowing down. Providing kisses to each side of my earlobes.
I have small uncontrolled shiver and he lays me down. Applying kisses over my stomach and over my legs, and the scars that they bare. "I will, NEVER, and I mean never let anyone hurt you again." He says, kissing me all over.
And I believe him. He is mine.
We lay in my bed, under cover but naked. He holds my back to his chest, and I start to get tired. Maybe the first time is special, or I just got lucky. Kissing the scars on my back and thumbing each one. Leaving a kiss on my marked neck and squeezing me. I smile, I am his. Only his. We cuddle and I fall asleep, him probably soon after. Tomorrow, we have a long day, and I can't wait to be with him.