I want to fix her like my life depends on it because it surely does.
But I want to break her more.
The dull glow of the red lamps intensifies the cuts and blooming bruises on her wrists and arms. A fine cut runs the length of her right thigh. Her feet are reddened from more walking than she is used to, and two of her fingernails are torn half off.
"You're such a mess right now, you'd make a freight train hit a dirt road."
She's lying with her arms above her head, she turns her neck towards me unabashed by her nakedness. I kneel onto the bed, her long legs shifting on the blanket under the scrutiny of my gaze.
"I don't see you complaining."
She's referring to my throbbing cock. My pants are unbuttoned and open, the bulge apparent through my underwear.
I rattle a bottle of pills in my right hand, distracting her gaze.
"What say we get this party going?" leaning over her, "open wide, sugar."
She obliges, still laying on her back with her mouth wide open and tongue out. I drop two of the RadX pills onto it. In my left hand, I hold the bottle of vodka. Taking a large swig, I gulp the liquid down, feeling the slow burn down my throat. Taking another mouthful, I hold it this time and lean over to her open mouth, dribbling the liquid through my parted lips. She swallows.
"That's my girl."
I chug at the bottle and feel a hand slip into my open trousers.
"So, we're good to go then? We can do whatever we want now? That's how the pills work? Because look at my hands, they look like they are almost healed." She pulls her hand from my pants, "I can barely feel that anything happened, did you do that?"
I stare at her, "Now, you want to put me out of my misery? How 'bout you stop running your goddamn mouth and do whatever it is you were about to do."
She lifts a leg high into the air, a long smooth leg apart from that small line of irritated skin.
"Fix this," she orders.
"My pleasure."
Between her legs, I hold her cocked leg back up, granting me not only a perfect view of her soft mound and perfect body, but access to kiss the flat of her foot, licking up to her big toe.
She groans.
I bite down hard on her toe.
She squirms.
"Remember, you cut that fella's finger clean off, killer."
She sighs.
Returning to her foot, I drag my tongue to her ankle and graze her calf with my teeth and lips, enjoying the sensation of her skin on my mouth.
When I arrive between her legs, I find her hand already circling her clit.
"I didn't realize this was a two-person job," I'm talking directly to her pussy.
Undeterred, I lick her slit and feel the slickness on my tongue, lapping up her heat. Her hand falls away, allowing me access to her sweetest spot.
Her perfect clit exposed between the folds of her pussy, an invitation.
She has rubbed her turn-on over the pea-sized nub, and I taste her hungrily. Or rather, I would if she didn't flinch.
"Too sensitive," she whispers.
Grabbing her hips, I refuse to be refused by her.
She tries to pull away, "Where do you think you're going? You ain't going nowhere."
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Radioactive Romance
Romance* Cooper and Y/N * Cooper Howard has wondered the Mojave wasteland for over 200 years becoming as wild and hardened as the land itself... He never expected regain his humanity when he meets Y/N or to feel the softness and warmth of skin under his f...
