⌞“but i felt different.”⌝

your eyes flutter shut at the words, heat blooming in your core as you squirm beneath him.

he’d continue to loosen you up with his strong hand until he feels you’re ready for him, or until he can’t take it anymore.

he’d plant kisses on your cheek and jaw as he rolls you over onto your stomach, pushing his jeans down while gently pushing your legs apart to make room for him behind you. your back arches, eager to feel him inside of you even if it can’t be in your pussy. he’d let a glob of spit drop down onto your hole for good measure, lubing you up extra as he lines his angry cockhead up and firmly pushes in.

his hands can only do so much, and you still suck in a sharp gasp at the stretch of his dick. he wraps his other hand around your mouth, concealing your lewd sounds as he begins pistoning his hips in and out of you. he has to bite his own lip at the warm and tight feeling of you around him, free hand massaging circles into the muscle of your ass, contrasting with the subtle burn. your eyes roll back.

he grunts, “shit, you’re so fucking tight f’me,”

when he plunges deeper, you have to reach a helpless hand back to him, nudging his abs back in motion to slow down. but he only grabs you by the wrist and pins your small hand against your back, he knows you can take it.

he continues chasing his high, taut skin of his hips pounding against the fat of your ass as you drool against his palm, completely fucked-out.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum soon,” he warns.

in a swift motion, he removes his hand from your mouth and pushes your face into the mattress. he grips your hips firmly as he picks up the pace, railing you rough and deep as he chases his high. you sob into the old blankets beneath you, until finally, he pulls out of you, pumping his cock a few times with his tight fist until he spills out onto your back.

i think daryl’s the kind of boyfriend who turns into a clingy mess the second you get on top of him—with your thighs spread wide around his hips, clamping tight as the velvety heat of your cunt stretches taut around the girthy base of his cock, thick and unyielding, flushed veins bulging along the shaft. the swollen head’s already buried deep in your warmth, nudging insistently against your cervix with every subtle shift to make more room for him. your slick folds are parted obscenely around him, puffy and glistening, weeping out with arousal in sticky threads that coat all the way down his length, dripping down to mat the coarse hair at his groin and soak the heavy sac of balls pressing snug against your ass.

“ngh— daryl…” you mewl, savouring with every fiber of your being how delicious the thickness of your boyfriend’s dick fills you to the fucking brim; and god, the sounds you make drive him absolutely crazy, so much he can’t help but feed your womb with tiny beads of pre-cum already—even though he has just slipped in.

his hands roam restlessly all over your body, sliding calloused palms up your thighs to grip your hips with bruising force, letting his fingers rest on your lower back to provide support to help you bounce in his lap—first slow, then increasing the pace until it’s fast and dirty enough to hear the wet, sucking slide of your pussy devouring him inch by inch.

“fuck—baby—” he groans, sounding wrecked, with a southern drawl thicker than usual and a desperate edge that you’ve hardly ever had the chance to hear before. his eyes are locked on your form, watching your tits bounce with a dark, hungry gaze, pupils blown so wide you can barely see the blue. “mmph, shit—”

your gummy walls ripple with each descent, clenching around the rigid heat that throbs inside you. he’s all tension beneath you, muscles coiled tight in his abdomen, the defined ridges flexing under your bracing hands as sweat beads and trickles down the valley of his chest, pooling in the dips of his collarbones. god, he’s such a sight under you right now.

a low, needy whine escapes his throat when your cunt chokes him with a powerful squeeze. his arms instantly fly to wrap around your middle like vines, yanking you down with him until your sweat-slick breasts flatten against his heaving chest, nipples pebbled and scraping deliciously over the sparse, wiry hair there. he takes the moment to bury his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling the damp skin and parting his lips to drag hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse, tasting the salt of your perspiration with fleeting flicks of his tongue.

in the meantime, his hands didn’t stop moving, on the contrary—one slid up to cradle the back of your head, angling yourself to capture your mouth in a fervent kiss; while the other dipped lower to palm the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and spreading you wider to expose the slick juncture where your bodies connect.

“daryl…” you breathe, breaking the kiss, voice soft and fractured, your own fingers digging into the broad expanse of his shoulders, leaving crescent indents with your nails in the sun-freckled skin as you grind down harder. the mushroomy tip of his cock keeps grinding against that spongy spot deep inside your love channel, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your core that have you moaning at the top of your lungs. damn, you truly hope rick and michonne don’t hear you in the next room, because if they do… Well, maybe you shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, your focus needs to be in him, not in a problem for the future you.

and as soon as your mind comes back from the embarrassing thought, his hips buck involuntarily to meet yours, driving his thick length even deeper and making your fluids gush with the motion. the creamy essence of your hole starts frothing at the base of his shaft, forming a messy ring of arousal where your pussy swallows him whole, filling the air with the obscene squelch alongside the rhythmic slap of your ass against his thighs.

“ya— ngh—! ya close, sunshine?” he growls, a deep, vibrating rumble from his chest that you feel more than hear—yep, just like i said, because the veined underside of his dick drags along your sensitive front wall at the same time he asks the question, stretching your entrance with a delicious burn that prevents you from responding.

well, you’re just as fucked out as he is.

his arms lock tighter around your waist, refusing to let even an inch of space between you. his legs shift to get a better angle as your arms snake around his neck, pressing flush against his body while enjoying the way he clings to you.

there are sweat slicks in every point of contact, his skin hot and feverish against yours, the musky scent of him mingling with the heady aroma of sex, thick in the humid air.

the scene looks obscene from any angle you look at it from, but well, you’re having the sex of your life, who cares if there’s a mess in the bed?

anyways, you quickly pick up the pace, riding him with desperate rolls, fluttering wildly around his pulsating girth each time you sink donw. he’s painting hard in your neck, absolutely loving how good your pretty cunt milks him from root to tip. his hands start roaming again, sliding up to cup your breasts and pull softly at the hardened peaks, which only drags a broken whimper in response.

“feels so good! ah—! daryl—! god, i’m so close…” you whine, head falling back slightly only for his hand to guide it back down with a grumpy grunt, keeping you tucked into him. he doesn’t speak, but his actions scream it—every flex of his fingers, every needy arch of his hips chasing deeper friction, the way his cock swells thicker inside you, oozing with pre from the slit to mix with your copious slick—he’s clearly about to come as well and needs you close to do so.

but not so many minutes later the coil snaps for you first—your abused hole spasming in violent waves, clamping down like a vise around his throbbing shaft and gushing hot and wet in a flood that soaks his groin in a sticky mess.

he follows with a choked, animalistic groan, slamming his hips up one final time to bury himself to the hilt. a tiny whimper escapes from your lips the second you feel thick ropes of cum erupt from his tip, painting your insides in warm, viscous spurts that fill you until it seeps out and dribbles in creamy trails.

once your orgasm has finished, your body collapses on top of his, though his arms don’t waste time in cuddling you tightly against his chest, keeping you safe and warm as you come down from the high, not letting you go for a second. his face stays buried in your neck, brushing soft kisses over your throat and all the way up your cheek.

and when you’ve finally recovered from such a powerful climax, your lips plant a sweet chaste kiss on his before trying to roll over next to him, though his strong arms prevent you from doing so as soon as he notices you wanting to wiggle free.

“don’t move yet,” he mumbles, voice hoarse, almost shy now that the haze is lifting. “jus’… stay like this. please…”

you smile against his shoulder, feeling him soften inside you with each passing second, but still keeping you full of love. “not going anywhere,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his damp hair as you melt into him, boneless and satisfied, feeling the steady thud of his heart against yours, knowing he’ll hold you like this for as long as you’ll let him. and as if to confirm your thoughts, he tightens his hold just a fraction more, like he never wants to let you go. ♥︎

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