A Redneck's Wicked Game (A Daryl Dixon Story)

Angels

Chapter 34—Angels

*Adult Content

Rowan's POV

I wake up snuggled under the thick comforter that Daryl brought home a couple of weeks ago. It's got this bright, crazy pattern on it but it's down filled, warm and so soft. I smile as I realize that Daryl's arms are wrapped tightly around me and he's snoring softly in my ear. It's barely daybreak and I can see snow lightly falling outside the large windows of our room. This is the second time in about a week that snow has fallen from the sky here on the mountain. We got a dusting last time but I have a feeling that we will get a couple of inches today. The weather has been colder this week and I've been pretty surprised at how warm it's been inside the mill. It's probably about 65 degrees in here and it's been holding steady pretty well. It's still a little chilly of course but we won't freeze to death this winter.

I feel Daryl stir a little, and his arms pull me closer to him. He nuzzles my neck as I mumble, "Good morning Dare." He kisses my neck as he answers, "Morning princess." I entwine my fingers with his as I mention, "The snow's already started falling, looks like we're gonna get a couple of inches." He groans, "Great, guess we're inside fer today." I nod, "Yup, fer the most part." He squeezes me tight as he playfully growls, "Guess we can stay in bed a bit then." I giggle, "Oh yeah? Whatcha planning on doing in bed?" Daryl's voice is husky in my ear, "I'm planning on doing you, princess. While this snow is falling I'm gonna be giving ya a few inches of my own." I let out a small moan as he cups my breast with his large hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

As he teases my nipple, my mind becomes foggy with desire and all I can focus on is the intense feelings Daryl is creating with his mouth and hands. I can't keep back the small cries and moans that his touch coaxes out of me. He flips me on my back so he can nestle his naked body between my thighs, making me arch against him as I feel his erection probing at my entrance. Usually our foreplay is long and drawn out but our need for each other is too great this morning. I wiggle against him, teasing him so he doesn't waste any more time. He lifts his mouth from my breast as he growls out, "Ya keep it up and I ain't gonna wait, I'll just fuck ya princess." I hiss out, "Do it! Fuck me hard Daryl!" The look he gives me is one of shock but his expression quickly turns to lust and he thrusts himself inside me roughly. I cry out as he pounds into me hard but I lift my hips, welcoming every hard thrust. His voice raspy in my ear, "Is this want ya wanted darling? Hard and fast baby?" I nod my head as I bite back my screams, enjoying every rough slam of his hips. I trust him with my life and I know he won't hurt me, his roughness only fuels my desires and passion, pushing me closer to my orgasm.

Daryl is usually pretty gentle with me in bed but this morning I'm giving him free reign to give in to his raw carnal lust and he's reveling in the chance to be animalistic. I listen to his grunts of desire and his dirty whispers in my ear as we push each other closer to the edge. "Ya like my big cock sweetheart? Yer so fuckin' tight. This pussy is all mine Rowan, ya got that?" I cry out, "Yes! It's always been yours Daryl; only yours, I promise." He pulls my hair hard making me tilt my chin upwards so I'm looking into his eyes, "I'm never sharing, ya belong to me." I nod but don't get a chance to answer because his mouth covers mine and he shoves his tongue in my mouth, kissing me as hard as he's thrusting into me. All I can do is moan into the kiss and dig my fingernails into his shoulders as I start feeling myself shatter.

Daryl doesn't let up as I start to climax, my muscles tightening around him. He increases his force and pace, making me completely lose it. I break the kiss and scream his name as I feel him cum inside of me, clutching him tightly. He collapses his body on top of mine as he catches his breath, holding me firmly in his embrace. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, planting small kisses on his forehead. The room is silent except for our heavy breathing; we both just lie with each other, enjoying the feeling of each other's body lying together.