Better than Dreams II

Beth was walking past his room when she heard him moan. She frowned a little and poked her head inside; just wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt. He was asleep, and alone, thankfully. He moaned again, his back arching in his sleep. "Beth," he moaned out. She smirked as he put two and two together. He was having a sex dream, about her. Feeling daring and naughty she slowly walked into the room and quietly closed the door. She pulled the sheets back and licked her lips when she found him asleep in only his boxers and wife beater. This was going to be fun. She straddled his hips as he moaned again, his body arching. She gently pulled him out of his shorts and kissed his neck.

"Daryl, baby, wake up," she whispered, pumping his hard cock in her hand. She was impressed with his size. He'd feel amazing inside of her. "Daryl," she called again. He woke slowly, biting his lip, his hands coming up to grip her hips as she pumped him in her hand and kissed his neck. "There you go."

"Fuck, Beth," he groaned out, rocking his hips into her hands. "You're gonna kill me girl."

Beth smirked and sat back on her knees, pulling her shirt and bra over her head. "At least wait until I get off." He watched her as she stood and popped the button on her jeans and pushed them down her long legs, letting her panties fall with them. She gracefully stepped out of them as he kicked his boxers off. She climbed back onto the bed and straddled him again, rolling her hips against him. She was already so wet and a fire was ignited inside of her as she ground her pussy against his cock. "Shit, Daryl," she moaned out, rolling her hips.

He growled and gripped her hips, easing her off of him enough that he could line up their bodies. "Can't wait baby," he breathed out. She waited until she felt the tip of him brushing her opening and slammed down on him. It had been so long since she'd been filled and Daryl wasn't exactly small. She tossed her head back as she was stretched and filled. It felt better than she'd thought it would. "Oh, fuck, Beth," he ground out, gripping her hips tightly. "So fuckin' tight."

She smirked and slowly started to ride him. "You feel so good, Daryl, been too long." She leaned back, using his legs as leverage to move her body faster, fucking herself on his dick. "So fuckin' good."

He growled, gripping her ass. "You wana talk dirty?" He smirked and sat up, pulling her legs around him. Beth wrapped her arms around his neck as he started to move her hips up and down. "You're fuckin' dirty ain't ya?" He smirked, cupping her breast in his hands, pinching her nipples. "So fuckin' dirty, wakin' a man from his sleep to fuck him." He smirked and looked up at her as her pussy clenched around him, loving the sound of his voice. She moaned, her head falling back. He kissed and licked at her skin. "You're just a hot little slut for me." It was an accusation and completely true. "How long you been wantin' my dick?" he asked. "Since the morgue? Before that?"

"Since the farm," she admitted breathlessly, riding him faster as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. "Saw you on that bike, all dirty and the leather, oh fuck." She dug her nails into his back. "Fuck, Daryl, I just wanted you to fuck me on that bike."

He growled, thrusting up into her, hitting those sweet placed deep inside of her. "Fuckin' kinky, that's what you are." His hands tightened on her ass, moving he faster. She felt him swell and jerk inside of her. "You're mine now, ain't ya?" he demanded. "No one else, you're only gonna get wet for me." He buried his head in her neck. "Tell me Beth."

"Fuck, Daryl I'm gonna come," she gasped out, her breathing picking up, her voice rising a few octaves.

He growled, slapping her ass. "Not till you fuckin' tell me you're mine." He gripped her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look at him.

"Yours," she gasped out. "Oh god, Daryl." She shut her eyes tight as she came around him, all clenching muscles and wet heat. Daryl growled as her pussy milked his orgasm from her and he spilt himself deep inside of her. He fell back to the sheets, pulling her with him. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" she asked breathlessly as she rested against him.

"No fuckin' clue."