I Warned You
Beth knew she was in trouble. He'd told her countless times not to tease him while they were in a council meeting, but she just couldn't help herself, it was too much fun. So now, she was waiting in their tent for him to come and deliver her punishment. She was nervous with anticipation and wanting. Sometimes she got into trouble just to get the punishment because it was so damn good, and he knew that too. Apparently he didn't care though. Beth looked up when Daryl walked in, a dark smirk on his lips as he looked at her. He motioned for her to stand up. Beth slowly stood up and walked over to him. "Such a naughty girl," he whispered, pulling her shirt from her head and letting it fall to the ground. "You know what's coming, don't you?" he asked. Beth nodded her head, biting her lip as he pushed her jeans down her long legs. "And you want it don't you? Fuckin' dirty little girl." He smirked when she shivered and bit her lip harder.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and slowly turned her around, pulling her back against his chest. "See that table?" he asked. There was a small card table set up where he kept maps so he could plan runs. She nodded her head slowly. "I'm going to bend you over that table, I'm going to spank your tight little ass, and then I'm going to fuck you senseless." Beth moaned, her head falling back on his shoulder as she rolled her hips against him. She loved it when he got like this. She never thought she had this dirty, kinky side to her, but it turned her on so much. He chuckled darkly in her ear and walked her over to the table. "I warned you baby girl," he whispered to her. "Now bend over, right fuckin' now."
Beth did what he said and bent at the waist, resting her upper body on the flimsy table that wobbled under the weight of her. She bit her lip, looking over her shoulder at him. He reached behind his back and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Beth's eyes nearly rolled in her head and she slowly turned her head back around. She was so needy for him already and he hadn't even touched her yet. He ran his hands over the curve of her ass, stroking the skin. Beth closed her eyes, loving the feeling of his hands on her. She gasped when she felt the first strike of his hand. Her teeth bit into her lip, trying to keep quiet. He smirked and spanked her again and her back arched in a beautiful, sexy curve.
"Fuckin' dirty," he grunted from behind her, spanking her again. Beth moaned as she heard him unbuckling his belt. She swore he got off on this more than she did. She bit her lip when she felt his hard cock rubbing against her pussy. "You're so fuckin' wet," he groaned out, his hands gripping her hips as he rocked against her. Beth whined and pushed back against him, trying to get him inside of her. He chuckled and spanked her ass again. "Patients." His hands ran up her back slowly and he fisted one in her hair, pulling her head back as his other hand guided his cock to her dripping pussy.
She arched her back, moaning long and low as he slid inside of her. No one felt like Daryl did. He was thick, hard, smooth, and so fucking hot as he stretched and filled her. Nothing would ever feel this good. He groaned, leaning over her as she wrapped around him, contracting, tensing, squeezing, all liquid heat and smooth silky muscles. "So fuckin' perfect, always so wet and tight for me." He started thrusting into her, keeping a hold of her hair as he crashed against her. Beth's nails dug into the top of the table she was bent over as the fire inside of her belly ignited, spreading and consuming, the coil winding tighter and tighter. Her toes curled as he rubbed against the spot inside of her that could have her seeing stars. "Look at you, you're just a little needy slut for my dick, ain't ya?" He smirked and spanked her again.
Daryl's vision went cross-eyed as her pussy clamped down on him tight. He knew Beth was a dirty little thing in bed and he fucking loved it. He smirked behind her and ran his hand over her abused skin as he picked up the pace, slamming into her, rocking the table she was bent over. Beth knew she wasn't going to last long, she never did with Daryl. She arched her back, her nails leaving marks on the table as he crashed against her again and again. "Oh fuck," she gasped out as her vision started to swim and her head went light.
"Are you gonna come for me?" he asked, amusement in his harsh pants. He slowly started to slow down. "Maybe I shouldn't let ya." He chuckled when she whined and pleaded with him. "Little slut," he muttered, picking up the pace again. "My little slut, so greedy for my big dick to fuck you." His hand griped her hip with bruising force and he pulled harder on her hair. "If you're gonna come, then fuckin' come," he whispered harshly into her ear. Beth gasped, her body tensing as the orgasm washed over, she saw stars behind her tightly shut eyes and her nails punctured the table. Daryl growled behind her, his body tensing, his grips intensifying as she pulled his own orgasm from him and he emptied inside of her.
Gently, slowly, he helped her down to their bed and pulled her against him as they regained their breathing. She curled into him, resting her head on his chest. "I love you," he whispered to her.
She smiled and looked up at him. "Love you too."