million dollar man | twd

ᴘʀɪᴄᴋ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴊᴇsᴜs

[ prick named jesus ]
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The room was dimly lit, the early morning light filtering through the small window. Vanessa and Daryl were tangled together in the sheets, the world outside forgotten for a few precious moments. Daryl's hand traced the curve of her back, his touch gentle but insistent.

"Daryl," Vanessa whispered, her voice a mix of urgency and longing, "you're gonna be late."

"I know," he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. "Just a few more minutes."

Vanessa's breath hitched as she felt him push into her. Grabbing his arms and pulling him down, she brought his entire weight on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to control her breathing as the intensity of their connection washed over her.

Daryl could tell she was getting close again; the way her body responded to each thrust was a dead giveaway. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer either, not after the multiple rounds they'd gone through last night and this morning. But God, he wanted to stay inside her as long as possible.

He felt Vanessa's walls tightening around him, and he knew she was on the brink. He tried to hold back his own climax as best he could, wanting to give her every second of pleasure. But when she moaned his name loudly, and he felt her orgasm around him, he couldn't pull out fast enough.

Daryl collapsed on top of Vanessa, breathing heavily. He felt her fingers gently threading through his hair and her lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. The intimacy of the moment was grounding, and for a brief second, he let himself forget about the outside world.

"I really should go," he said, his voice reluctant.

Vanessa nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'll walk you out."

Daryl gave Vanessa one last lingering kiss, the touch of his lips against hers both tender and filled with unspoken affection. He could feel her warmth even as he pulled away, the reality of the moment settling in.

With a deep breath, he helped her get dressed, their movements slow but filled with a quiet intimacy.

Daryl and Vanessa walked down the street together, the early morning sun casting long shadows on the pavement. As they approached the gate, they crossed paths with Denise, who was making her way towards them.

"Hey," Daryl called out, raising a hand in greeting.

Denise looked up from her clipboard and walked over, her brow furrowed in curiosity. "Yes?"

Daryl glanced at the list Denise had given him earlier, still in his hand. He pointed to a specific item. "This thing at the bottom right here. You're talking about the drink, right?"

Denise nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I am, but..." She hesitated, her gaze shifting to the list.

Daryl frowned slightly, trying to piece together her response. "It's not medical?" he asked.