Craving a bowman

Part 32

People that had visited Sanctuary with Carol, had heard that I had been Negan's wife, and false accusations that I was sleeping my way up in the communities. They didn't know me before, so it was easy believe it all and they did make wrong conclusions. They looked at me contemptuously and whispered to others. Everyday I noticed how rumors about me being savior did go on. And the fact that Daryl had visited here and stayed with me, made it easier to believe. It would probably have been easier if Daryl and I would be together properly, but I couldn't demand that from him. He wasn't that type of guy.
Carol noticed what was going on. "I have put a good word on you. People just don't know the whole truth and they want to gossip." she tried to cheer me up. "I guess they need someone to blame, and it easier for some people to think that I am savior. It seems that people don't want to believe that I was injured and just laying in bed, because I couldn't do anything. I kinda understand it, but it doesn't feel nice." I pondered. "Some people believe the truth and some people know it." Carol smiled. But some didn't, and it made me feel bad.

Next time when Daryl came to visit, I was happy to see him, but otherwise I was feeling blue. When he arrived to the Kingdom, I was guarding on the fence. Daryl did climb there right after when he did park his bike. "Hey." he said hugging me. "Hey, I'm glad you made here safe." His hug was comforting but I did imagine how some people were staring at us and thinking that I was getting favors now, and I pulled myself further and looked over the fence. "Everything okay?" Daryl asked concerned. He had noticed that my mood changed. I shrugged. "Same shit that was in Sanctuary. Not as bad, but it somehow feels worse here." I said, not looking at Daryl. He placed his hand on my shoulder for a while and then he did go.

Daryl was laying on my bed when I finally get to my room at night. He looked sexy, laying there hand behind his head. He knew what he was doing because he had taken his shirt off but he had his leather vest on and his belt was open. I did forget all my worries immediately. "Fuck..." I said when I closed the door and looked at him. "Yes, please." Daryl said looking sneaky. "Oh yes. Definitely yes." I said standing looking at him. "Are you coming or what?" Daryl asked and moved his head to invite me to the bed. "I hope so." I grinned and climbed over him. I leaned to kiss his chest and my way down on his body. Daryl sighed loudly when I started to get close to his trousers. I opened them and got his dick out, and it was getting harder in my hand. I took it immediately in my mouth and Daryl groaned, placing his big hand over my head. I started to suck and pounced my head on his cock. Daryl grabbed my hair groaning. When I lifted my head so that I could breathe better without his cock, I looked at him and saw that he was looking me with lust. I dropped saliva from my mouth on his dick and spread it with my hand, and started to stroking it. Teasingly I licked his tip at the same time that I moved my hand. Daryl started to press my head down and I took his dick in my mouth again, deeper and deeper. Daryl kept forcing my head so that his dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged, and then he did loose my head. I lifted my head, drooling over his cock and gasping air. Daryl did pet my hair before he took a grip and pressed my head down again. I took his cock as deep as I could and tried not to start gagging this time, but Daryl did just hold my head down so long that I had to gag because my mouth was full of his cock and saliva. My eyes started watering before he did let my head go. Daryl looked at me carefully, when I lifted my head, drool on my chin and tears in my eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked and pet my hair again. "Yeah." I nodded gasping. I kept looking Daryl in the eyes when I took his rock hard dick in my mouth again. He did look desperate and grabbed me roughly by my hair and hold my head steady, starting to thrusting his pelvis. I took willingly his cock deeper and tried to hold my position when he started to fuck my mouth. Groaning Daryl thrust faster and faster and pressed my head. Finally I couldn't swallow all my saliva and I started to cough and Daryl let my hair go and stopped thrusting. I did get up gasping and coughing. "Don't choke." Daryl said casually. "It would be awkward for you to tell that I did choke on your dick." I said and smirked. Daryl looked amused. "There is worse ways to go." "Yeah. Like that I might die if you don't take me right now." I said and Daryl immediately moved on his knees. "It would be easier if you wouldn't have clothes." Wr both did get rid of our clothes fast and Daryl pulled me almost to sitting on his lap. He was breathing in my ear and he hands moved on my body. I grind myself against him and he grabbed me from my waist, and guided me to lift myself so that he could place his cock in right spot and pushed his knees between mine. When it's tip was on my opening, I lowered myself groaning. Daryl took a firm hold of me and started fucking me. I moaned when his body hit against mine and cock pumped my pussy. When I did catch the rhythm, Daryl moved his hands on my breasts, squeezing them. I placed my hands over his, wanting to hold on to something, and our fingers entwined. Daryl's cock did hit deep inside me with every thrust and I closed my eyes. I was in ecstasy, moaning all the time. Daryl moved his other hand on my throat, holding my head up, and other one he moved back to my hip. My hands moved with his, and I was holding him from his strong arms. Daryl started to fucking faster and I tried to keep up. He pressed harder his fingers into my hip and his breathing got heavier, just before he cummed moaning. He leaned his head against my shoulders, body jerking a little. He moved his hand from my hip to my pussy, and started rubbing my clitoris while his cock was still in me. I was close to come because his cock had banged me so good, and even the small touch made me flinch. He twirled his middle finger few times on my clit and all my muscles did get tense, when I had my orgasm. I was gasping with his hand still on my throat. Daryl growled because my pussy squeezed around his softening dick, and I could feel that low sound from his chest to my back. Daryl did move his both hands on my breasts again, and we stayed there panting for a while.