A Worthy Affair - Chapter Three

If Daryl had his way he would have simply set the bed up and called it done but that wasn't enough for Maggie. She insisted on doing the place right, and then kicked him out so they could work on it together the next day.

He finished his four-hour shift on the fence, and at the boilers, and then headed off to his cell to be alone with his thoughts. There was still a half-hour before dinner and a little nap wouldn’t kill him. It was a nice spring day, a little on the cool side with cloudy skies that cast the world in shade, and he lay looking up at the bottom of the top bunk, deep in thought.

It would be nice to have a real room to call his own. He hated his cell. Yes, it was better than living out in the open where he could be attacked by a horde of walkers at any given moment but he still hated being cooped up in a tiny room with bars for a door and no windows.

As the moments dragged by Daryl couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering to Maggie. She wanted him and he found it hard to believe. She’d called him hot, thought he was sexy, something he’d heard from plenty of women in his life but he’d never believed them. He didn’t believe Maggie now. He just thought she was desperate since he was only one of a few men she could trust not to go blabbing to Glenn that she wanted some action outside of her marriage.

Why couldn’t she have bothered Rick with this shit? Daryl thought.

God knows he was tempted. Maggie was a beautiful woman and he’d been alone for almost two years now. The last time he’d tried to have sex he’d just gotten halfway in before she started shoving at him to get off her because her boyfriend was coming home. Her boyfriend had been a six foot, eight inch bruiser made almost entirely of muscle. Daryl had hopped out the window and had to beat off in the woods to keep from getting blue balls. Then the turn came and he’d given up on ever hooking up again. All the females he’d come into contact with were in a group he was part of, and emotional entanglements just weren’t his forte.

Daryl usually took matters into his own hands, literally, whenever he needed to empty his balls. He’d assumed that would be life for him until this new world conquered him. Now, however, he had a woman he found attractive throwing herself at him and telling him it wasn’t about love but sex. Just sex for the sake of sex. It was every man's fantasy. That was tempting. Even if she was married to a friend he found the whole situation tempting, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist.

Daryl Dixon was a man of remarkable self-control in all areas of his life except one--his temper. He’d grown up to be a hothead, just like the father he despised and the brother he loved and loathed in equal measure. Now he was, thanks to living with new people, and a new family, learning how to master even that area of his life. Then Maggie had come along and was testing his iron willpower in the area of sex and fidelity.

Damn it , he thought in frustration. He felt a stirring in his loins. He’d been imagining Maggie naked all day. She had a great body. She was all young and perky and curvy. She was firm, all over. She had no idea how close she’d come, holding up those fucking green panties that made him think of his beloved forests and making a bad joke about a Greene in green, to getting exactly what she’d been asking for. He’d actually been driven to say please, a word he despised and tried very hard never to use if he could help it, too make her back off.

Daryl made his decision. He was gonna shut Maggie down. He’d tell her he’d thought about it, because he had a feeling she needed to know he’d at least considered it, but decided to put friendship first. So what if he had needs? Sometimes you couldn’t always get your needs fulfilled. That was life.

...

He went down to dinner at the grill and sat with Carol, Rick, Carl, and Beth. Maggie was nowhere in sight. He hoped she had guard duty in the tower so he wouldn't run into her. Not before he could beat off and empty his nuts so he wasn't as tempted to do something stupid. After listening to some newcomer play some classical guitar, which wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be, he decided to head over to the administrative wing and do some work setting his bed up. To hell with being pushed around by some woman that wasn’t even his. If he wanted to stay, he’d stay, and if Maggie didn’t like it, tough shit.

He opened the door and expected to see the place empty. Instead it was finished. Not only was it spotlessly clean it had been decorated with a bunch of the shit she’d taken during the run. A nice white cloth covered the table they’d brought in from another office. A red throw had been put over a loveseat that had been sitting in the hall collecting dust. A few really tall column candles had been set up on some shelves. It may have been a prison office, but it was the nicest place he'd ever had to call home.

He heard her pottering around in the bedroom. She cursed when something fell so Daryl went in to make sure she was okay. A lantern had turned over but she’d set it right and lit it, adding a warm glow to the room. The bed was set up but unmade. She’d gotten the curtains hung. Daryl avoided feelings like gratitude when he could, but he appreciated all the hard work she’d put into getting the place not just livable but homey. He was touched, but damn if he’d be a sap about it.

In fact, being a sap wasn’t on his mind. Watching her work while she wasn’t aware of his presence, doing something kind for him without expecting anything in return, was proving to be a turn-on for Daryl. He knew what she wanted from him. When he was honest, he wanted the same from her since she was offering.

He went to lock the front part of the office and then came back into the room. She was still oblivious to his presence as she worked with her back to him. She was trying to open the comforter set she’d picked up. Daryl approached Maggie in perfect silence, feeling like a hunter with her as his prey. Prey that was a beautiful young woman in a thin tee-shirt and a short pair of shorts showing off muscular, tanned legs. Without word he put a hand over her mouth, covering the scream he knew would come.

“Shhh...” he whispered.

“Daryl! You scared-”

Her words abruptly cut off when he plunged his left hand down her shorts. His fingers deftly toyed with her clit and she leaned against him a long, low moan escaping her lips as she dropped the comforter at her feet. She was wet for him almost instantly and she placed a hand over the one he had shoved down her jeans. Her knees felt like buckling, the pressure was so good. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass as he ground into her.

“Daryl,” she moaned. His name had never sounded so good coming from a woman’s lips.

He pulled his hand from her shorts, turned her around, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed she’d set up for him. He stood there watching her, their eyes never breaking contact as they hurried to shed clothes. He couldn't think of a better way to break in his new bed than this.

“What changed your mind?” Maggie breathlessly asked.

“It don’t matter,” he said. He wasn’t in the mood for talking right now. He wanted action.

…

Maggie had feared, for just a moment, that some newcomer to the prison had come in and taken her by surprise, and was going to rape her. She’d screamed until she saw Daryl’s face reflected in the shiny surface of the oil lamp and heard this familiar voice whisper.

Then he’d put his hand down her pants and let her know that he was going to be a man who knew what the hell he was doing in bed. The way he’d pleasured her with his fingers, his really big, calloused fingers, had left her literally weak in the knees.

Now he’d picked her up and casually thrown her onto the bed, something Glenn had never done, probably couldn’t do, since he didn’t have the kind of upper body strength Daryl did, and she wanted nothing more than to just be naked. She tore at her clothes, uncaring if something ripped, and watched Daryl undress. He kicked off his boots and pulled down his jeans and boxers, answering her questions of what he looked like naked. He looked damn good, lean and toned. When he stood up, she saw he wasn’t as hard as she’d thought--not yet--but his was going to be the biggest dick she’d ever had. He wasn’t just long, he was wide, too. Glenn wasn’t circumcised. Daryl was.

He crawled onto the bed and used one of those big, rough hands to urge her onto her back. She leaned into the soft mattress and felt her body heat up from the feel of his calloused hand run down her belly. He used his thumb to pull back her flesh to expose her clit, which ached with need for attention. Indeed, her pussy ached deep inside, needing his hardened cock to thrust deep into her to soothe it. That would come in time, she knew. Daryl had no intentions of rushing things.

He moistened his fingers in her juices and stroked the lips of her pussy, making her wetter, making her throw her head back as she experienced the thrill of a new touch, of new moves she’d never known before, which was what she'd longed for. Everything about Daryl was new and exciting. His blue eyes gazed up at her as he began to taste her, his long, bubblegum pink tongue lying flat against her folds licking upward until he reached her clit and suckled.

She moaned again, louder this time. She normally didn’t have to worry about noise in the guard tower, not that she ever got excited enough to be noisy anymore, but she was honestly afraid that someone may come to the administration building looking for her. She’d been gone for a couple of hours. She’d missed dinner. What if Glenn came looking--

Suddenly Glenn, and any other worry, left her mind when Daryl slipped two fingers into her, hooked them, and began fingering her in ways she’d never had it done before. She stroked her tits and pinched her nipples while Daryl continued to pleasure her, licking her clit and fingering her at the same time, driving her closer to climax. She’d almost reached the end when he gently withdrew his fingers and began to slide up her body, planting wet kisses along her belly and making her whole body hum with need.

How could I have ever thought he was a virgin, or gay? Maggie wondered.

He clearly knew what to do with a pussy and he liked doing it. She reached for his cock, taking his long, heavy member into her hand to stroke him. He became fully hard at her touch. He was a wonderful surprise in that regard. She couldn’t wait to feel him but she knew she should reciprocate, give as good as she got. She tried to sit up so she could change positions but he pushed her back down, none too gently, and she found she liked that. Glenn was always gentle. Daryl wasn’t.

She was ready for him. She wanted to see her legs over those massive shoulders of his. She placed them there, seeing him kneel before her as he sought entrance. He had to slowly guide his way in. She was ready but she wasn’t used to such a long, thick cock as his and Maggie bit her lip as pain tinged the pleasure while she took him in. She thought he was about to become a gentle lover, then, but she was wrong. Once Daryl was in, once he’d given her a moment to relax around him, accept him, he withdrew and then slammed into her.

“Fuck!”

She repeated the phrase a few more times as Daryl established a rolling rhythm of deep thrusts, filling the room with the smell of her arousal and the wet sound of fucking her. Her pants turned to moans, her moans to screams as he relentlessly fucked her, squeezing her thighs hard with those big hands, his eyes closed as he did, painted gold by the light of the lantern. He was more than just sexy in that moment; he was actually beautiful.

His sheer size, the intensity of the fuck along with her fingers massaging her clit, made Maggie come fast, and harder than she ever had in her life. She’d never thought she could be a squirter but she watched as she came in a hot gush that splashed out with each thrust and soaked his cock. She was screaming now, unable to stop herself, to keep quiet, as the most intense orgasm she’d ever known rocked her, body and soul. Daryl suddenly pulled out and not a moment too soon. He came on her belly, thick and hot, so much of it, before collapsing onto the bed beside her.

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