She’d
caught him watching her, and it was the biggest turn-on she’d ever known.
Daryl’s
silhouette against the tall window outside her cell was unmistakable. Knowing
he stood there, watching her as she slipped Lil’ Daryl into her body, was more
than Beth could take.
“Daryl,”
she’d whispered.
Rather than leave, Daryl moved forward, pulling back the privacy curtain, and leaned there, looking
between her legs. His erection pressed proudly against his jeans and the look
of lust in his eyes was almost tangible to her flesh.
It
was a hot, stuffy night, a few weeks after Zach’s death. Despite her talk of not
allowing herself to cry, on the night Daryl had told her of his death, Beth had wept for almost two hours. Once the tears had
stopped she torn up the picture she’d taken of him with Glenn’s camera and
decided to put him away from her mind, her heart, forever.
Restlessness
had set in. She hadn’t been in love with Zach, but he’d been a friend, and a
good person, and his absence was keenly felt. She’d taken to walking the prison
grounds when she was unable to sleep and her body needed motion. Then, one
night, on one of her walks, she’d encountered Daryl near the barrels of drinking water set out for the people. Seeing
him shirtless and pouring ladles of water over his head and chest had turned the restlessness into
desperate sexual need. She’d rushed back to her cell and grabbed Lil’ Daryl.
She needed a hard fuck but the dildo was all she had.It would have to do. Or so she'd thought.
Now she realized Daryl had followed her and was watching her from
the shadows. Here he was, standing at the entrance to her cell, watching her
masturbate, her eyes roaming him hungrily. He still had no shirt on and he looked good enough to eat.
She
nodded at him by pointing her chin in his direction once. He understood it
and dropped the curtain, coming all the way into her cell. He unfastened his pants and took from her hand the dildo she’d slid
out. He threw it over his shoulder.
“You’ve
got the real thing now. You’ll never need that again.”
He
lowered his boxers and she eyed his darkly flushed cock. She was so hungry to
feel this man inside her she moaned from just the feel of his hands on her
thighs. She yanked her shirt off, then her bra. She liked the look in Daryl's eyes as he gazed at her.
“Don’t
be gentle. Fuck me, Daryl. Give it to me. Give it to me…”
He’d
been longing to give it to her for months. Now he was. He positioned himself
at her slick entrance and then thrust, shoving himself inside and eliciting a
moan from her that sounded as though it had come from the pit of her soul.
“God,
yes,” she said, and wrapped her legs around him. She put her hands in his hair
and pulled him down into a rough kiss. “More…”
He
thrust again, and again, setting up a punishing rhythm that made her cry out
every time he entered her.
“Fuck,
Daryl…so good…”
His
teeth found their way to her neck. He grazed her there and then gripped her
hard by the hip. He drove into her with all he had, feeling her pussy get
wetter with each passing second.
“I’m
gonna come,” she whimpered.
“Fuck, Beth...”
“Fuck, Beth...”
He
felt her release wash over him and it was more than he could take. He cried out
once as he slammed into her one final time. He emptied himself into her his
body shuddering from the sheer satisfaction of it.
They
were breathless and sweaty when he rolled off her and wedged himself between
the wall and her warm, sweat slicked body.
“That
was a long time comin’,” he said, when he could trust himself to speak.
“What
do you mean?”
“I’ve
seen you a few times before. First time it was an accident. Then, after that, I
couldn’t stop myself from…”
He
looked at her to see if she was pissed. She only grinned.
“You
dirty fuck,” she said quietly.
“You
got a filthy mouth for such a good girl.”
“You
bring out the whore in me,” she said, and turned to face him. “Funny how I only
wanna be bad when I think of you.”
Daryl
smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He
tried to crawl over her but she pushed him back with more force than he thought
she was capable of.
“Where
you think you’re going?” Beth demanded.
“To
my room.”
She
shook her head and blew out the candle beside her bed, casting them into
darkness. “You’re staying here. I’m going to need you again before the sun
comes up.”
She
kissed him, snuggled up to him and made sure she had a long, lean thigh draped
over him to keep him in place, before she drifted off to sleep. He listened to her breathing, felt
her heart beat against him, and a smile crept to his lips before he, too,
slipped off to sleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment