Caught II
Beth bit her lip as she crept up to his door. She had made sure everyone was in bed before she'd left her room. She was sure he'd be sleeping…but he had said to come to him next time she needed help, and after the run today, she really needed help. He hadn't had new clothes in a long time and when a walker had grabbed him and he'd pulled away, his shirt had ripped clean off. She'd been turned on since then. She quietly opened the door and walked inside. It was dark and she could hear soft snoring. She crept over to the bed and bent over him. "Daryl?" she called out softly. When he didn't answer her she gently put a hand on his shoulder. His eyes snapped open and he grabbed her, pinning her to the bed under him, a knife against her throat. "Daryl, it's me," she whispered.
"Fuck, Beth." He dropped the knife to the floor and stared down at her. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.
She couldn't think. Being manhandled like that, god she was soaking through her panties. "You said…I need help."
He stared at her for a minute before he realized what she was talking about. A slow smirk curled onto his lips. He dipped his head, nuzzling her neck. "Are you wet for me?" he asked. Beth's breath hitched and her eyes closed, her pussy clenched. "I bet you're dripping." He bit her neck lightly, his hands pushing her shirt over her head. "I bet you've been horny for me all day, imagining what it would feel like." Beth moaned, her head falling back against the pillows. He was building that fire up inside of her and all he was doing was talking to her.
He kissed her collar bone as his hands went to her jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them and her panties down her legs. Beth couldn't breathe, her hands clawed at the sheets as he eased his hand between her legs, running his fingers over her soaking flesh. He growled and bit her shoulder. "Look at you," he whispered. "Fucking soakin' for me."
"Daryl, please," she begged. He'd been horny before she came to him, now she was dying. The ache in her belly had doubled. "Please, just fuck me, please."
"With you beggin' me to so prettily, how can I say no?" He eased back on his knees and unfastened his pants, pulling his hard cock out. Beth's pussy clenched at the sight of it and her thighs fell a little further apart. He smirked and guided himself to her dripping cunt and slowly pushed inside. She moaned, long and loud, not caring who heard her as he filled her. It was so much better than her fingers. He filled her, stretched her to near painful levels, he reached places inside of her no one had reached before. "So tight," he growled out as he started to rock into her body. Her nails bit into his skin as she wrapped her legs around him.
She knew sex with Daryl had to be good, but the reality was nothing like her fantasies. She moaned under him as he slammed against her. "Oh god," she breathed out as the coil low in her belly tightened to near impossible measures. She knew it was a matter of seconds. "Daryl, I'm gonna…"
He growled and buried his head in her neck, his hips slamming against hers, rocking her body. "Come for me, Beth." The second he gasped out her name she came, hard, her nails drawing blood as her body seized up and her cunt contracted around him, milking his orgasm from him. He shuddered against her as he came deep inside of her. They fell back against the sheets, gasping for air. "Feel better?" he asked, looking at her through the hair that clung to his face.
Beth nodded and rolled over, laying her head on his chest. "Thank you." He nodded his head and wrapped an arm around her as she fell asleep. He sighed and shook his head, watching her. Go figure it'd be Beth Greene to make him fall in love.