Beth and Daryl: Mature Stories💕👌🏽🤘🏾

Middle of the rode

They'd both made it safe from the morgue, the walkers long behind them as Beth pulled Daryl to a stop. Emotions were spreading through her like a wild fire, too many, all at once, screaming at her to do a million things. She went with the voice screaming the loudest. In the middle of the road she grabbed the front of Daryl's vest and pulled him down kissing him, not giving a shit about the consequences anymore, not fearing rejection. They'd nearly died and she needed to feel him against her, needed to taste him, needed to know what it was like. Apparently he felt the same way because after he'd gotten over the initial shock of it, he was kissing her back, his arms locking around her waist and pulling her tightly against his body.

"I need you, right now," she told him, her hands going to his jeans, not even bothering getting completely undressed.

"Shit, Beth," Daryl gasped out, pushing her hands away and sliding her jeans down her legs. "You're gonna kill me." He pulled her jeans and panties free of one ankle before easing her down to the ground and pulled his throbbing cock from his jeans. "You sure you wanna go there?" he asked.

Beth tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him down. "Fuck me." Daryl growled and slammed his hips forward, driving into her tight, wet, willing body. Beth gasped, her head falling back against the pavement beneath her. The sensations of being so completely filled were a shock to her nerves and they lit up like a fire doused in gasoline, spreading through her body. She cried out, not caring if they were found or not as she dug her nails into the broken leather of his vest and held him close. "Oh god," she breathed out, "Daryl, I need, god I don't know what I need."

He chuckled against her neck as he started to rock in and out of her, driving into her with such force her body slid across the rough pavement. She locked her legs around his waist and clawed at his clothes as sweat gathered on their skin. "I'm gonna take care of you, don't you worry about that." He fingerprints were going to leave bruises on her hips but hell if she cared. She just didn't want him to stop.

He buried his head in her neck and kissed the skin biting and sucking as his hands slid up her hips, cupping her breasts through her clothes, squeezing roughly as he drove into her. Beth couldn't think, couldn't breathe, it was all too much and not enough at the same time, her head was filled with nothing but the feeling of his cock driving into her, pushing her closer and closer to that sweet cataclysmic abyss she knew would have her screaming. She was practically screaming his name already and he covered her mouth with his hand, the speed and force of his hips growing harsher. "Do you want the walkers to find us?" he growled out, gritting his teeth.

Beth whined behind his hand as she felt her body tensing, readying itself for the orgasm that was building up in her, it was going to rip through her like a tornado. She felt the fire spread, felt her toes curl, her finger nails leaving marks on his vest. Her eyes snapped shut as she clamped down around him tightly, the air rushing from her lungs, a broken, silent scream on her lips as her body scraped across the gravel and his body. Daryl swore above her, the intensity of her orgasm ripping his from his body. He shuddered and jerked above her, his spent body collapsing on top of hers.

They knew they had to get up and get out of there before the walkers showed up, or worse, someone they actually knew. Once they'd caught their breath and had regained feeling in their legs, Daryl helped Beth back into her clothes before pulling her up off of the ground. He wrapped his fingers around hers as they started walking. She looked up at him, smiled a little and squeezed his hand. "Love you."