Bruises and Bitemarks
Beth gasped as Daryl roughly pushed her against the ground, ripping her shirts off of her arms. Daryl was in a mood, which mean this was going to be rough, and she loved it. He flipped her over to her hands and knees, ripping her jeans over the curve of her ass but no further, keeping her legs pressed tightly together. "Are you hot for me?" he asked, running his hands over the curve of her ass, pulling back and spanking her. Beth moaned her back arching. "Dirty girl," he groaned out, running his fingers against her. Beth whined, pressing back against him. It amazed her how hot Daryl could make her with just a few touches. "You're fucking dripping." Daryl found her clit and pinched it before rolling it slowly, adding just the right amount of pressure. "You're just a little slut for me, aren't you?"
Beth bawled the blankets under her as he roughly pumped three fingers into her tight pussy. She arched her back, moaning his name, pressing against his hand. He could make her feel things she'd never felt before. Beth could feel the tight coil in her tummy winding tighter and tighter with each second. She was so close as he curled his fingers inside of her, rubbing that spot inside of her that could make her see stars. "Answer me," he growled, slapping her ass harder. Beth threw her head back, moaning. "Are you my little slut?"
"Yes," Beth gasped out, whining when he pulled his fingers from her. She'd been so close.
"That's what I thought." He released her completely and she heard his belt as he opened it. Beth bit her lip, ready for him, the anticipation killing her. She felt his cock run the length of her pussy; he was teasing her with it. She whined and pressed back against him, trying to get him inside of her. He chuckled darkly behind her and slapped her ass. "Be still." She whined and gripped the sheets tighter in her hands, willing her body to be still. "Good little slut." She moaned, her head rolling on her shoulders as he slowly started to push inside of her.
Nothing about Daryl was small. He stretched her, filled her in the most delicious ways. She arched her back like a cat as he ran a hand down her spine to the base of her neck. She felt his fingers wrap around her neck as his other hand gripped her hips tightly, almost to the point of pain. "So fuckin' tight," he growled out, slowly pulling his hips back. Beth bit her lip when he nearly slipped out of her, then gasped, the air being pushed from her lungs when he slammed back in. "Tight and wet, and so fuckin' hot," he whispered, bending down over her.
She could feel his lips on her skin as he kissed from her neck to her shoulder, still holding her head down against the blankets with the hand around her neck. She gasped, stars dancing in front of her eyes, her pussy contracting sharply against his cock when he bit her, hard. His teeth broke the skin and she could feel the small droplets of blood run down her collarbone and down the slope of a breast. "So my little slut likes it rough, does she?" She could hear the smirk in his voice, how amused he really was, and how turned on he was.
Beth rolled her hips, pushing back against him. This slow withdraw and sharp thrust in was killing her. She needed hard, she needed fast, and she needed now. Daryl bit down hard on her shoulder and Beth cried out at the small twinge of pain, even as her pussy contracted sharply around him. He groaned and sped up his thrusts. Beth could feel the blood running down her shoulder and moaned, pressing back against him. She was so close; she just needed a little more.
When Daryl reached out and pinched her clit, hard she came, crying out and squeezing around him. Daryl gasped, his hand digging into her hip, his teeth sinking deeper into her neck as he came deep inside of her. They collapsed and fell down against the blankets. As they caught their breath he looked at the blood on her shoulder, the bruises already forming on her hips. She saw the guilt in his eyes. He was always like this after a rough bout. She curled into him and kissed his chest. "I love you." She nuzzled his chest.
"I hurt you…again."
Beth shook her head. "Baby, if I didn't like it, I wouldn't have come." She looked up at him and smiled, reassuring him. "I love you, and I loved what we just did." He nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She smiled and let him hold her, pet her, kiss her. If he needed the reassurance she was more than willing to give it to him.