As soon as they walked in the front door, Daryl grabbed Beth and pushed her against the wall. He kissed her more roughly than usual, forcing his tongue into her mouth, moving it against hers. Beth gasped in surprise but wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly against her. He ran his hands down her sides, reaching her ass and giving it a firm squeeze. He bent down slightly and grabbed her thighs, lifting her up higher against the wall, and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist. He growled and ground his hardening erection against her, denim rubbing against denim.

Beth squirmed against Daryl, seeking more friction. She broke away from the kiss panting heavily. "Upstairs," she said. He backed away from the wall, keeping her in his arms, and slowly climbed the stairs trying not to trip. When they entered their bedroom he tossed her onto the bed. Beth giggled as she bounced backwards. Daryl was quickly on top of her. He pushed her flat against the mattress and kissed her again, dropping his full weight onto her. Beth moaned and tried to raise her hips against him but her movement was restricted. Instead she rubbed his shoulders through his shirt, feeling his muscles flex.

"You like this?" he asked. Beth nodded and kissed his jaw. She rubbed her cheek against his beard. He pushed a knee between her thighs, giving her some friction but not enough. She wiggled against him.

"More," she groaned and Daryl smirked.

"You gonna be good for me?" Daryl rasped, clearly enjoying the power play. He tilted his head and sucked on her neck.

"Yes… Please…" she turned her head to the side giving him more access.

"Please what?" he bit down lightly on her neck.

"Please fuck me."

Daryl shifted his weight. He pushed on her thigh with his knee, spreading her legs slightly. He snaked a hand between them and rubbed her pussy firmly through her jeans, still sucking on her neck. "Condom?"

Beth whimpered at his touch. "In the dresser."

Daryl kept his hand moving against her and could feel the fabric getting damp. He put his other hand on her shoulder and pushed himself up onto his knees. He watched her skin get flushed as she struggled to stay still. He stopped stroking her and used both hands to undo her jeans and pull them off of her completely. He rubbed her once again through her panties, before pulling them off as well. He locked eyes with her and brought her panties to his face, smelling them briefly before putting them in his jeans pocket. "Touch yourself." He demanded.

Beth blushed a deep red and hesitated. Daryl raised an eyebrow at her and she slowly reached a hand down her body, resting on her inner thigh. Her other hand played with the hem of her shirt nervously. Of course she had touched herself before, but never with an audience. She felt a bit awkward being half dressed and laid out on display, but the intense look in Daryl's eyes turned her on. She moved her hair lightly over her pubic hair, dipping her fingers down and feeling her wetness. Her fingers moved upwards and rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes and whimpered, moving her fingers in a circular motion.

Beth felt Daryl get off the bed and walk across the room. She kept pleasuring herself, her other hand now under her shirt resting on her stomach. The bed dipped again and she opened her eyes to see Daryl now shirtless, holding a foil wrapped condom in hand. Beth got a little bolder and when Daryl looked down to watch her movements, she pushed her middle finger inside of herself. Beth groaned as she stroked her finger in and out. Daryl opened his jeans and pulled out his cock, stroking himself in time with her.

"Please, Baby." Beth sobbed with need. "Please, fuck me, please."

Daryl pushed his jeans lower down on his hips and ripped open the condom packet with his teeth. He quickly rolled it onto his length and pulled Beth's hand away from her pussy. He spread her knees wide and grabbed her waist, sliding her down closer to him. He lined up his cock and slowly slid inside her.

Beth groaned loudly, feeling herself stretch around him. Daryl paused when he was fully inside of her, panting and shaking slightly. Beth reached for his shoulders and pulled him down so they were chest to chest and kissed him. His jeans were rough against her thighs. Her shirt was soft against his chest. Daryl pulled away from her kiss and ducked his head to the side of her neck. "So tight… You feel so good, Baby."

Beth raised her hips encouraging Daryl to move. He started a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting in again. Beth moaned loudly while Daryl grunted against her neck. Beth felt pleasure start to coil within her and she started to buck against Daryl when he suddenly pulled out. "Wait, I… I need a minute." He muttered with his eyes closed tightly, trying to keep himself under control.

"OK," said Beth, running her hands down his back.

A couple minutes passed when Daryl spoke again. "Sorry, that almost ended quickly." He pulled one her legs so it wrapped around his waist and entered her again. He started a faster and stronger pace. Beth wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly. The bed started squeaking softly under the force.

Beth soon felt the tight coil of pleasure again as Daryl slammed into her. She reached between them and started rubbing her clit again, but Daryl soon swatted her hand out of the way and rubbed her himself. Beth tensed up and cried out as she came harder than she ever had, her legs shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Daryl groaned, feeling her body contract around his cock. He continued to rub her clit trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible. Finally, when he couldn't hold off his own orgasm any more, he thrust deeply into her and held himself against her as he came with a loud groan, filling the condom with his cum.

Daryl collapsed on top of Beth, trying to catch his breath. They stayed like that for several minutes until he finally pulled out. Beth whined at the loss and squeezed her thighs together feeling her body tingle. Daryl tied off the condom and threw it into the trash bin. He looked at the two of them, Beth still dressed rom the waist up, and him with his jeans still mostly on.

"We're a mess."