Harlot's Life [Siren Warrior Series Book 2]
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by Michelle Marquis, Lindsey Bayer
Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: Gypsy Theron is delighted with her new combat training. Encouraged by her recent victories, and aided by her Razorback lover, Caraculla, her dream of becoming a warrior is finally within reach. All she has to do is focus and not let the gorgeous colonel distract her from her goal. But what she doesn't realize is her father is far from finished with her, and her beloved Caraculla is his right hand man. Now Gypsy must overcome several new obstacles on her path to victory, and one of those obstacles she just can't seem to resist. Colonel Caraculla is a Razorback AEssyrian and General Theron's right hand man. He agreed to take over Gypsy's training to see her succeed. But now he has a problem--he's fallen madly in love with her. If she continues to win, it will mark the end of their affair, and that's something he just cannot accept. Rating: Erotic Romance--Explicit (Contains adult content, language, and graphic sex)
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: January 2009
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [151 KB]
Reading time: 87-122 min.
Drake Trolis moved through the smoky whorehouse looking for the madam. He'd been told this was one of the few places in the city where he could get a human whore for the night, and his fever was riding high. The seedy weekend crowd filled every cramped gaming room and parlor. In their haste to rid themselves of money, they pushed and jostled each person who went past. Annoyed, Drake was beginning to think he'd just go home and jerk off. He stopped by one of the game tables and touched the dealer's arm. She was a tall, thin AEssyrian woman with catlike greenish-blue eyes. Her ample breasts bulged out of a tiny sequined bikini top. She gave him a jaded smile. "I'm not for sale tonight, honey," she said with a lewd wink.
"I'm looking for the madam," he replied.
She turned her attention back to the players. "She's probably in the back room with the big rollers. Why? What do you want?"
The woman turned her attention back to him and looked him up and down. "Upstairs," she said. "First door to your left. Make sure to knock."
Drake nodded and muscled through the crowd. He ascended the stairs, feeling the hunger quicken his blood. His cock was so hard it was almost numb. Reaching the door, he knocked loudly and waited.
"Come in," a woman's voice called.
He entered and took in the stuffy smell of old sex. His passion cooled a little as he looked at the woman. She didn't look anything like Gypsy. She was short and much older, with a faded red tint to her hair. But she'd feel the same on the inside. The woman smiled at him, showing a broken front tooth. "What can I do for you, lord?"
Drake pushed the door closed behind him. He reached into his pocket and tossed the woman a tiny bottle of shampoo. "I want straight sex from behind, but I want you to wash your hair first with that."
The woman didn't look surprised by his request. She slipped into the bathroom and he heard the water turn on. He walked around the room and let his desire burn hotter. His balls were heavy and ached with need. He pulled some bills out of his pocket and tossed them on the dresser. Before turning away, he examined his reflection and admired the extra twenty pounds of muscle he recently put on. But he also caught sight of something dark and menacing in his eyes, and knew he was losing the battle to control it. It was all that damned Gypsy's fault. She was making him feel a lust that bordered on madness. What the hell was he doing here anyway?
The woman came out, her hair toweled dry. But the scent was there. Not exactly Gypsy's shampoo--but close, very close. He gestured to the bed. The woman went over and placed her knee on the mattress, but he grunted, "No." She gave him a questioning look. He grabbed her and bent her over at the waist so her torso was resting on the bed. He reached under her cheap orange dress and was pleased she wasn't wearing underwear. Holding her in place with one hand on her back, he unbuttoned his pants and lowered them to the floor.
Drake's erection was painfully hard. A pearl drop of seed formed at the tip. He placed his thumb on it and rubbed it around the swollen head. The sensation was pure bliss. He stroked the thick veins of the shaft, and let his mind imagine it was Gypsy licking his cock and staring up at him with those smoldering yellow eyes. Pure desire filled him and he couldn't wait any longer. Stuffing his cock into the woman, he drove himself all the way into her, and heard her groan. Squeezing her hips, he let his lust take over and pumped into her with unbridled savagery. The bed under her squeaked and thumped against the wall until he eased back on the pace. To his surprise, the woman moaned louder, becoming slicker with every punishing stroke of his cock.
In his mind, it was Gypsy moaning under his grueling lust. He focused enough to smell the fragrance of her hair and the velvet texture of her skin. His cock drove harder and faster until he thought his heart would burst from his chest. The woman beneath him was insatiable, pushing her slick pussy back onto him, crying out her pleasure. The muscles deep within her seized his cock and rippled along his shaft. His own climax was one of the most powerful he'd ever had and it took him several hard thrusts to empty his balls completely.
He backed away from the woman and let his erection soften a little before putting his cock back in his pants. The woman lowered her dress and went over to the dresser. She tossed him the money he'd left for her.
Drake stared down at the money. "What's wrong?"
She laughed and shook her head. "That was the best lay I've had in years. You can come back anytime. No charge."
He nodded and stuffed the money back into his pocket. This was no good. He needed a lot more, but didn't want to stay here any longer. He had to get himself a steady girlfriend and fuck the life out of her every night. Then maybe he could get that shameless whore, Gypsy, out of his head.
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