What do You want from Me?
"What do you want from me girl?" he demanded, getting right in her face. "Huh?" He was getting pissed off, the alcohol had already gone to his brain and he could feel his emotions going haywire inside of him. She was pushing buttons no one had ever had the balls to push before and through the anger and the aggravation he respected the hell out of her for that. Honestly, it was turning him on, he didn't know whether to yell at her some more or to throw her into the nearest tree and kiss her.
"You," she screamed at him. "I want you." They both took a step back, letting her words sink. In. he couldn't believe she'd just said that and looking at her, her eyes wide and chest heaving, he figured she couldn't either. But there it was, out in the open, it was up to him to decide what to do about that. His earlier dilemma was decided for him. He moved quickly as lightning. Daryl fisted his hands in her hair and covered her mouth with his, backing her up until her back hit the bark of a tree hard. Her hands fisted in his hair as she held him closer against her. The kiss was rough, passionate, something they both needed at that moment. He moaned as she pushed her body against his. His hands moved from her hair to her ass and picked her up, lifting her, her back scraping against the rough bark. Her head fell back and she moaned. So she liked it rough. He smirked as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her shirts up, cupping her breasts and squeezing them.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as he buried his head against her neck, biting and sucking on her skin. "Daryl," she moaned out, breathlessly, and damn if that wasn't the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He pulled away from the tree and roughly took them both to the ground. All of the anger and the alcohol coming out. There was nothing sweet or loving about what they were about to do and he would feel like an ass later, but right now he had to have her, and he had to have her hard. He ripped her jeans open and roughly pulled them down her legs, letting them tangle around her ankles, too worked up to worry about getting them off properly.
He roughly pushed three of his fingers deep inside her and growled when he found her wet and wanting. His other hand ripped his own jeans open as he pumped his fingers inside of her, her hands clawing at the wet ground under her. "Fucking perfect," he mumbled, pulling his hard cock out. "You better fucking hold onto something," he warned before her slammed into her. Beth dropped her head back, crying out as he invaded her, stretched her, filled her. He clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. They didn't need a herd of walkers finding them in the middle of this because he wasn't going to stop until he took what he wanted from her.
She moaned against his hand, her hands clawing at his shoulders and back through the leather as he pumped into her, slamming his hips against hers. He growled as her pussy contracted around him, her walls trying to pull his orgasm from him with force. "Fucking slut for my dick, ain't ya?" he growled out.
She whined behind his hand and nodded her head, her eyes squeezing shut, her pussy clamping down almost violently. She liked it when he talked dirty. Daryl smirked, if there was one thing he could do, it was talk dirty. "Bet you're always wet," he whispered, his voice dark and rough in her ear. "Always wet for my cock, you just been dyin' to get it inside ya."Her moans spiraled higher and higher as he continued to crash against her, his pace fast and brutal, she couldn't keep up; she was doing little more than lying here, letting him pound her wet pussy while she clawed at his back. He groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder, his balls drawing up tight. "You're gonna come for me, little girl," he growled out. "You're gonna come all over my dick, soak it, and you're gonna take everythin' I give ya."
That did it. She screamed behind his hand, her nails drawing blood as she clung to him, her pussy clenched around him as she came hard, her body tensed and her thighs shook. It was the hottest damn thing Daryl had seen in a long time and he couldn't hold back. He came hard, his orgasm running up his spine and nailing him in the back of the head. He fell on top of her, his hand falling from her mouth as they panted and sucked air into their lungs greedily. "Holy shit," she breathed out, her fingers pulling out from his skin. They both looked at the blood that covered her nails.
He smirked and looked down at her. "Fuckin' hot."
She blushed looking up at him. "Daryl?"
"Hmm?"
"We have to do that again."
He laughed; an honest to god laugh as he rolled off of her ad fixed his clothes before helping her with her own. His legs were shaky from the sheer force of his orgasm but he still managed to pick her up and carry her back into the house. "Gotta give me a few hours, but yeah, we're doin' that again."