Getting Busted
Beth moaned as Daryl kissed her neck, his lips teasing over her pulse. It had been a while since they'd been alone together. She'd been so busy with Judith lately, the poor thing was teething, and Daryl had been away on an extended run for a week. They both desperately needed this. Her hands were frantic as she pushed at his jeans, needing to feel him inside of her. "God, I missed you so much," she told him, arching her back when she felt his hot cock brush against her.
He groaned as he slowly pushed into her, taking a moment to adjust to the sensations of being inside of her again after it had been so long. "So damn tight," he muttered, starting a slow rhythm.
"What was that son?" They both gasped, looking over at the cell door. Hershel was standing there with his arms crossed.
Daryl quickly got off of Beth and covered them both up. Beth bit her lip and wouldn't meet her daddy's eyes. "Sorry sir," Daryl mumbled.
Hershel smirked a bit. "Now I don't care what ya'll get up to, but what was our deal?"
"Wait until you're asleep," Beth answered her face on fire.
"That's right." Hershel chuckled, finding their reactions amusing. "Now, get dressed and come on down. Dinner is ready."
"Oh my god," Beth groaned when he left, covering her face. "That was mortifying."
Daryl sighed and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Killed the mood too."