(Warning, explicit content)

Chapter 10

They didn't know quite how they'd got here. They didn't even know where here was. It was such a huge leap of faith. One day they'd watched the world turn upside down and rip its own insides out, the next their position was thoroughly compromised, drenched in steam and warmth, maybe even falling in love faster than they could breath.

"I, I can't…" Daryl groaned, leaning back against the cool tiles. Beth looked up at him, her blue eyes pleading. "Please…" she urged, as her small hand gently gripped the base of his erection.

She found herself in awe of his size, how plump the head of his penis was, the way a few veins stood out beneath the velvety skin. Her gaze followed the length of his gradually thickening shaft, she gulped nervously. When her friends used to talk about boys they'd never mentioned feeling so extremely feminine and overwhelmed.

Daryl couldn't speak. He was having an immense moralistic internal struggle, the like of which he'd never had in his life. He knew she was a virgin and was pretty fuckin' sure Beth had never done this before. It was obvious just by the way she was lookin' at it. On one hand he didn't want to ruin her, she was so beautiful and innocent, even her scars were untouched by the full horrors of existence. On the other he wondered how her sweet mouth would feel eagerly sucking him.

All at once Beth's pink tongue poked out from between her lips and carefully licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. Guiltily he gave in to his irresistibly primal desire. "Open that mouth." He said, a definite commanding edge to his voice. Beth did as she was told, excitement thrilling through her.

Daryl reached out and stroked his big hand through the silky wet hair at the back of her head, grasping it lightly. He let her taste him, sucking tentatively on the plump head. "You sure?" he asked, still fiercely protective. "Mmm-hmmm…" Beth mumbled, mouth increasingly full of cock. "Fuck." He groaned, feeling her answer vibrate around his foreskin.

Slowly at first he guided her motions, pushing her head back and forth. She started to gag as she took him deeper. As soon as he touched the back of her tongue Beth's eyes watered. She panicked, wondering if this was normal, if the women he'd had before were better than her…

She forced his length as deep into her throat as she could, feeling naughtily proud when it elicited guttural moans from him. Saliva ran down her chin to be washed away by droplets of hot water. "Should I, umm, rub it?" she asked, becoming more confident. Daryl nodded. He hadn't said anything for a while.

Beth pumped his shaft inexpertly, looking up at him once again. She noticed he was breathing harder than before, moaning as her hand moved faster. She was about to put his cock to her lips when he spoke up. "Beth, Beth, I, I'mma cum. You don't have to…" Daryl whispered, his breathing ragged. "No, I want to…" she challenged, feeling powerful and sexy for a moment. She blushed wildly, having never felt sexy in all her years. "In your mouth?" he replied, a cold and erotic darkness appearing in his heavy lidded eyes. "Please…" Beth uttered again, opening up meaningfully. As the place between her legs started to drip, it was the first time she'd ever felt submissive. He was so masculine that it made her ache for him.

Daryl fucked her beautiful mouth unapologetically, his soul seemed to have floated away, out of his body in ecstasy. He couldn't compare her to any woman he'd ever known, barely able to believe she was letting him have this time with her. He'd never been worth anything, but with Beth, he was starting to feel special.

With a final few strokes he spurted his warm semen into her mouth. He felt her tense unexpectedly then swallow, looking on as she wrinkled her cute nose.

Immediately the doubts crashed back down on him, his demons tearing in once again. Crippling guilt smacked against him. He was a bad person. He'd soiled someone pure and good. Ruined her with his filth. The sensation was disgusting, folks like him weren't meant to feel special, or, or, like anything really.

"Daryl?" Beth said, concern etched into her features.

Daryl snatched up the clothes he'd tucked away near a disused radiator, backing away from her. "I, I'm sorry." He whispered, his deep voice cracking as he left the room.