When Daryl found out you were a virgin he couldn’t get the thought of being the first one to stretch your perfect pussy open.
When he’s alone, he’ll reach down his pants and stroke himself, wondering if you ever played with yourself. His cock twitches at the thought of you moaning out his name. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking this way about you, but he can’t help himself.
Whenever you bend down to pick something up or accidentally bump into him, it sets a flame inside him. All he can wonder is if you're as warm as he imagines.
You call it an early night and go into your house in Alexandria. Daryl's eyes follow you as you shut the front door behind you. Thinking to himself that this might be his chance to have alone time with you, he follows you shortly after. He finds you with your legs spread across the bed, desperately trying to finger yourself with little success. His cock stretches against the fabric of his pants-watching your hips rock into your hands.
When he finally gets you alone, it's so obvious you're nervous. Unable to hold eye contact with the man who's holding your thighs apart. Daryl whispers, “Relax, it’s gonna feel good, promise.”
A loud whine escapes your lips as you feel him push his cock inside you, your skin making room for him for the first time. Taking all of him in, your body twitches with all types of new feelings. Tears are pooling in your eyes from the pain, yet you want him to keep going.
Once he gets a taste of you, his self-control goes out the window. He locks you into a mean mating press, holding your arms down as he pounds into your tight pussy. His eyes lock with yours, dire grunts and curses leaving his lips like he was being deprived of you-and he’s finally getting his fix.
When he’s close he makes you sit up and shoves his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Fucking your skull until he unloads himself. Leaving you with no choice but to swallow.
Before he goes down on you, he vowed, “Let’s find out what you like together.” Before his tongue violently attacks your clit. Your hips buckle towards him-while your chest arches towards the ceiling. Blurting out sharp moans, your mind in protest-but your body longs for this feeling.
When he comes back up for air, your juices dripping down his face. Daryl’s lips crash into yours-forcing you to taste yourself. His hands tangled in your hair, your skin flushed. His tongue danced with yours as your hands dug into his back.
Daryl has you in his lap-three fingers deep inside you. His free hand groping your breast. You throw your head back on his shoulder, the sound of your body clenching around him. The only thing filling your ears is Daryl telling you how much he loves how needy you are for him.
