Beth and Daryl: Mature Stories💕👌🏽🤘🏾

Angery Sex

He was fuming. He couldn't remember being so angry in his life. Someone had thought it was a good idea to put a knife and gun in Beth's hand and send her out on a run while he'd been out hunting. When he hadn't been able to object. He was going to kill someone. Slowly, painfully, if she didn't come back in one piece. When he heard the truck pull up he stopped pacing and ran to the passenger's side door and pulled her out of it by her arm. "What the fuck were you thinking?" he demanded.

She glared at him as others came to unload the truck. "Not here." She looked at Michonne who nodded her head, relaying that she had things under control. Beth took Daryl's hand and dragged him to their room in the building they were holding up in for a while. It wasn't silent proof, but it was at least behind a closed door. "Don't ever talk to me like that in front of them again," she spat once the door was closed. "It was my choice. Michonne couldn't go alone."

"Michonne can take care of herself."

Beth glared at him. "So can I." She glared at him, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm sick and tired of everyone treating me like glass. I want to do something to help."

"You do! You take care of Judith."

Beth shook her head. "It's not enough, besides, she's getting old enough to not need a babysitter twenty-four seven." She ran a hand through her hair, her anger paralleling his. "You can't keep me locked up in this camp forever."

"The hell I can't," he growled. "I'll tie you to the fucking bed if I have to."

Beth glared at him. "Just because you're afraid to go out there again, doesn't mean I have to be." She knew it was a low blow, but it needed to be said.

Daryl glared at her and thought about just leaving and slamming the door, but he held his ground. "I ain't afraid of nothing."

"Bull shit! You're afraid of losing me, again."

Daryl's glare turned dark and deadly. "That's fucked up and you know it."

Beth glared just as darkly. "I ain't afraid of dying Daryl."

He huffed and stared at her for a minute. "You're just a fucking kid."

Beth reacted without thinking about what she was really doing. He thought she was a child? She'd just have to prove him wrong. She lunged at him and he caught her, holding her by the ass as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard enough to be just this side of pain as she kissed him, using her teeth against the flesh. Daryl growled, deep in his throat and slammed her into the wall, the plaster chipping under the force, and she moaned, her nails digging into his scalp.

All of their anger was coming out and they were playing with fire, walking a very fine line of pain and pleasure. Her hands gripped his shirt collar and ripped it apart, sending buttons flying across the room, her nails raking down his chest leaving angry red marks. He growled and moved them to the dresser that had been left in their room. He knocked everything from it, they heard glass break as it fell to floor and he sat her on top of it. He pulled out his hunting knife and ripped her shirt and bra off. She glared and slapped him; it only made him hungry for her.

He grabbed her roughly, turning her around and slamming her face-first into the wall, their feet crunching on glass. He held her there with one hand while he ripped her jeans from her long legs and pulled himself from his jeans. "You better be fucking wet," he growled into her ear as he wrapped her hair around his hand and slammed into her. She was soaking. Her nails dug into the wall as he fucked her hard, not caring if she got off or not, but knowing she would. They were both too worked up to not.

He pulled harder on her hair, arching her back to a near impossible angle, his nails biting into her flesh as he slammed against her. "You're getting too fucking bold," he growled.

"Fuck you," she spat back.

He slapped her ass hard, pulling harder on her hair. She cried out his name and clenched around him. "Little shit, you like that." He did it again and when he was graced with the same response he growled, driving himself just a little deeper inside of her.

"Like you didn't," she moaned as he quickly maneuvered them to the floor, uncaring of the broken glass.

He put her on her hands and knees and continued to drive into her, making her scream as she clawed at the floor. "If you don't come, you're not going to," he growled out as his orgasm started to attack him. He came deep inside of her and she screamed his name, coming around him.

He collapsed on top of her, and gently rolled off, turning to look at her. She smiled a little and reached out, cupping his face. "Daryl, I love you, but you have to trust me."

He sighed and pulled her into him, kissing her head. "I know. I'll be better." He really hoped he could be. Then again...angry sex was fun.