Beth and Daryl: Mature Stories💕👌🏽🤘🏾

Fanning the Flames

Beth huffed as Daryl walked into the kitchen. She'd been hoping everyone was asleep and she'd be able to get some alone time. God knew she needed it. Out of everyone that could have walked into the kitchen, why the hell did it have to be him? "What's wrong princess? Can't sleep?" he asked, leaning on the counter beside her. "Dreamin' of me makin' you scream?"

Beth rolled her eyes. "As if. I doubt your dick's big enough to even get me wet," she shot back.

Daryl smirked and looked at her. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He took a drink of water and watched her over the rim of the glass.

"As if." Beth looked away. She wasn't going to deny she wasn't attracted to Daryl, what woman in their right mind wouldn't be? But he was such an ass that she couldn't stand him. It was like when there was a song you hated, but you knew every word to it. "Why don't you go see if Carol want some?" she asked.

Daryl smirked and moved quickly, pinning her to the counter, looking down at her, suddenly too close for Beth's liking. "Nah, I doubt she'd scream like you could." He smirked and his eyes slowly moved up and down her body. "You a screamer princess?" he asked.

Beth glared at him. "You'll never know."

He smirked and fisted one of his hands in her hair and tipped her head back. "I think you are, I think you'd wake this whole damn house if I fucked you." He smirked and leaned in, his breath ghosting over her neck. "I bet I'd have you soaking, dripping all over the floor and screaming, begging for more of my big dick."

Beth couldn't help the whimper in the back of her throat or the way her body shuddered. She could feel herself getting wet for him. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked into his. Something snapped between them, months of hating each other but wanting to fuck each other's brains out finally exploded. Daryl growled and covered her lips with his as her hands fisted in his shirt. He dragged them down to the floor and put her under him, pushing her shirt over her head. Beth dragged his shirts off his shoulders. There was nothing gentle and loving about what they were about to do. There had been too much pent up sexual frustration for gentle and loving.

Daryl ripped her jeans down her legs as Beth leaned up and popped the button of his, pulling his cock out. She smirked and stroked it in her hand, looking up at him as he groaned. "Big enough for you?" he asked, looking down at her.

She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "We'll see."

He growled and pushed her back onto the floor and slammed his hips forward, driving into her. Beth gasped, her back arching off the floor, her hands fisting in his hair as white hot pleasure shot through her. He smirked and looked down at her. "How's that?" he asked as he started to thrust into her. "My big cock filling you up, your fuckin' perfect pussy clenching down on it." He gritted his teeth as he slammed into her. "You're fuckin' soaking for my cock."

Beth glared up at him and wrapped her legs around him. "Fuck you," she snapped, her words broken by a moan as he slammed in roughly.

He smirked and bit her neck. "I am baby." He smirked and gripped her hips with bruising force. Beth shut her eyes and let her head fall back, her nails scraping up his back, possibly drawing blood. Everything was so intense, so vivid. Her body was on fire as his cock rubbed against her, thrusting in and out, dragging over that spot inside of her that had her seeing stars.

"Oh fuck," she gasped out when he started to rub her clit. "Fuck, Daryl," she groaned, her body tightening around him, tensing, an orgasm ripping through her. Daryl hadn't been ready for it and swore above her as his body tensed and shuddered, emptying himself into her. He fell on top of her as they tried to recover. "We should have done that months ago," she breathed out. He smirked and kissed her shoulder. Beth smiled and looked at him. Just like that they were over whatever was going on between them. He helped her up and back to her room where they had an echoer performance.