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Rick had been searching the prison for Daryl for an hour. Worry was beginning to stir inside him as he exited another hunter-less room. He'd checked the boiler room, the showers and even the guard tower, but the other man was no where to be found.
He sighed deeply as he climbed the ladder to the roof, his last stop in the 'Find Daryl' tour. Rick reached the top, eyes narrowed due to the glare of the low afternoon sun. He was about to give up hope when he spotted a figure, no two. The former Sheriff's Deputy moved in closer too get a closer look and when he did, his jaw dropped at the sight.
For right in front of him was young 'innocent' Beth, head thrown back with the look of pure ecstasy written across her beautiful face. And Daryl? He was there, buried between her pale, naked thighs, head moving as he worked her open with his, as far as Rick could tell, skilled tongue.
He was frozen on the spot. His eyes were glued to the errotic sight in front of him and he could not for the life of him, pull his gaze away. The way Beth's golden hair looked, shining in the sun, the same way the beads of passion made sweat were glistening. Her neck, perfectly arched, exposing the smooth skin that Rick wouldn't mind running his mouth along. Her small, but perfectly formed breasts, moving in turn with her heavy breathing.
And let's not forget the picture Daryl was painting. He kept peering up at his girls face through his fallen hair, smirk playing on his face. He would angle his head slightly, catching Beth in a new place, sending a shock wave through her already shaking body. But that wasn't caught Rick's attention. It was the movement of Daryl's right arm, distinctively stroking at his hard cock which he had let free, hanging heavy between his slightly parted legs.
Rick had to bite back a moan. He couldn't let them know he had seen them. Hell he was standing there watching them, tent apparent in his own jeans and his hand itching to give himself a little release. He was about to turn on his heel and leave when blue eyes met his own. Daryl was watching him, still tonguing away at Beth's entrance. Rick readied himself to explain when he saw Daryl wink.
He winked. Daryl winked at him. Rick almost lost it when Daryl rose to his knees, Beth's wetness evident on his chin. He continued to stroke his length as his other hand made way to her pussy, fingers caressing the heated flesh. Beth let out the sweetest moan that went straight to Rick's cock. The older man had to release some tension by palming himself, groaning at the feeling.
Daryl now had his fingers pumping into the girl below him, sending her into a state of bliss as his fingers touched her special spot over and over. She was a writhing mess. And wanting more. Rick watched in his arousal as Daryl leant over to whisper in her ear, her response being a shaky nod. Damn, he wish he could hear what they were saying.
After leaving a lingering kiss on her already red lips, Daryl pulled back, shifting so he was between her spread eagle legs, thick cock resting at her opening. With one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, matching her moan with one of her own.
Rick bit the knuckles of one hand as he rubbed himself with another. This was more than what he could of imagined and it seemed Daryl liked putting the show on for him. Rick watched in awe as Daryl set a fast, hard pace, fucking the girl with everything he had. All Beth could do was hold on for the ride whilst she pushed back, trying to meet every thrust.
Rick could tell the moment Beth's orgasm hit her and it was a beautiful site. Her head tilted back yet again and she let out a quiet scream, legs lightening from their position around her hunters waist. But Daryl didn't let up. He continued to pound her mercilessly through her orgasm, chasing down his own. His hips stuttering in their desperate attempt to find what he was looking for, moans coming more frequently, more animalistic. When finally, with one hard thrust, he buried himself fully inside Beth, cumming deep within her walls.
Rick could not believe what he was seeing. Watching the strong and wild Daryl Dixon break down into a shivering mess was enough to send the older man over the edge, cumming inside his jeans like a teenager. He watch on shell shocked as Daryl slowly rose to his feet, not before kissing Beth passionately. The hunter walked over towards Rick, still half naked, his now flaccid cock swinging freely, drawing Ricks attention.
Daryl came to a stop directly in front of his leader, looking directly into his eyes before trailing them down his body, stopping for a second on the wet patch Rick knew had formed in his jeans. The ex law man felt his face heat up as Daryl smirked. He held in a breathe as the younger leaned forward, his stubble rubbing the side of Rick's face as he moved to Rick's ear.
“Next time Officer, ya join us.” Daryl whispered seductively, pulling back enough to give the older man a small, lingering kiss before going back to Beth. Rick stood there gob-smacked for a good minute, unsure of what to do. Shaking his head, he turned his heel, heading down of the roof, giving the couple privacy. All Rick could think of was Daryl's words to him. Words that send another jolt of arousal down south. Next time.
If people wondered why Rick was walking around with a big ass grin on his face the rest of the day, Rick didn't care. He was only waiting for next time.