His Little Secret

Chapter Eighteen

"Did he beat you?" Daryl asked as he ran his hands over my arms, noticing the bruises. I shook my head quickly, "No...just got a little rough last night." I replied sheepishly looking away as he looked at them. "That's not how he should touch you." he stated, and I met his gaze, giving him a curious look. "How is he supposed to touch me then?" He leaned in, kissing below my jaw, and I let out a choked whine as the kisses trailed lower. His arms slid around my waist, pulling me into his lap slowly as his lips moved over my bare shoulder after pushing the strap of my tank top out of the way.

"Daryl....we shouldn't....not here," I moaned out softly as he moved back up to my jaw. He pulled back to look at me. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked me softly, and I blushed shaking my head 'no'. "We should wait...I think he suspects something." I stated before scooting out of his lap, biting my lip. Daryl nodded slowly as he watched me. "He won't hurt you if I'm around." he promised softly, and I could feel my heart skip a beat at his words before I kissed him passionately.

It wasn't long before he had my leggings off, grinding against me as I moaned his name softly, legs trembling with anticipation. I reached down, fumbling with his jeans before finally managing to free him. He gasped as his hardened length came in contact with my center, and I couldn't help the yelp of pleasure as he slowly slid into me.

He grunted as he began to thrust into me, keeping his movements slow and deep as he rolled his hips, repeating what made me moan the loudest. I cupped his face breathlessly as I kissed him deeply, and Daryl groaned and began to pick up his pace, slamming into me harder with every thrust. My back arched as I cried out, his shoulder muffling the sound, and with one last thrust he followed suit collapsing on top of me. I panted softly as he held me close, and in this moment I felt safe.