My neighbors the Dixon's

Chapter 23

We didn't even have to worry about being quiet with the noise Merle and his lady friend were making, not that we would have been quiet anyway and honestly with Daryl I don't think it was possible.

His fingers were soon replaced with his hard member and fuck was it a relief. He really wasn't holding back tonight as he fucked me hard and fast. His fingers left bruises in their wake and his teeth were out seeking blood and we learned just how much pain I could take. His movements never wavered and it was like he was possesed but I wasn't complaining and with the added noise coming from Merle and that screaming woman I found myself wrapped in a blissful orgasm within minutes and then once again before Daryl was done.

I was caked in sweat and cum when Daryl literally passed out besides me and I was too tired to even admire the fully fucked Daryl in nearly all his glory lying next to me and soon fell in to a deep sleep.

I wake to a pulsing head. I open my eyes and curse at myself for doing so as the pain increased. The light was still on and the sun was bright coming through the windows, the curtains, thin and holey had been left wide open. I feel like I've been run over, my thighs hurt from the pounding of Daryl, my neck stung from the cut his teeth had made, though it felt great last night and my downstairs region ached. I force my eyes to focus and look to my left to see Daryl. The blanket was covering our bottom halves, one of us pulling it up in our sleep.

Daryl looked peacefull as he lay faceing me, his left hand under the pillow and his right on the bed besides his face. His hair was a mess, sticking up on all ends and his stubble was getting noticable but it looked cute. I watched him for I don't know how long before the need to pee gets too much.

I feel uncomftable as soon as I shift, our mixed bodily fluids dried on my new underwear, eww. I take them off when I get off the bed and steal Daryls boxer shorts to sneak to the bathroom.

I pee and wash my hands and look in the mirror. My hair was no longer in it's plat and it was wavy and everywhere and I had a streak of watery eyeliner going down my left cheek from where my eye watered when I came around him as he scratched my sides and bit my neck. Best. Fucking. Orgasm. Ever!

I smile checking out my bruised and cut neck. I couldn't hide that no matter how much make up I put over it, looks like a bunch of vampires attacked me. I creep back into Daryl's room to see he was still fast asleep. I wondered what the hell came over him last night and think back to the first time we had sex up against that tree. That was amazingly brutal sex but last night, wow top of my list. The only thing I can think of that set him off like that was the sexy outfit. I instantly love the fact it's Halloween this month. I smile to myself as I change, deciding to keep Daryl's boxers on for now, commando in tight denim jeans that could no longer button up didn't sound good to me and I head downstairs quietly and leave through the back door not wanting to wake Daryl.

After feeding Ghost, showering, eating and lying on my bed trying to get my body to stop aching I decide against a jog, it was bad enough I had work, today was going to kill me. I see my phone on my bed side table where it had been left last night when I changed and see I have a text from Hannah.

'How'd Daryl like those undies I picked out ;)? x'

I laugh and reply straight away

'Let's just say were defiantly going there again! =D xxx'

It was only half 7 in the morning when I left Daryl's, I always wake up early after a night of drinking and crave bacon, strange I know. I didn't want to wake Daryl but he text me about 9 asking if I'm Ok and if my necks still connected to my head, who knew the man had a sense of humour when he just wakes up. I told him I'm still alive, for now and when I asked him what made him like that he didn't answer. He said he'll have Ghost while I work as I'm there 8 hours so half 10 I head around Daryl's with Ghost and a couple tins of food in my bag. As I'm leaving mine Daryl texts saying the doors open so I walk in to see a blonde woman sat on the sofa in a very short skirt, a low slutty top, her hair up in a very messy bun and her make up smudged. She must have been the woman I heard screaming last night, I may have to thank her for being so noisy, saved hearing all about how loud I am from Merle.