Pussycat Death Squad by Roslyn Hardy Holcomb Page B
Authors: Roslyn Hardy Holcomb
Tags: Erótica
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pulled back, only to plunge back inside her as if he couldn't bear even that brief departure. He continued on and on, his body slamming into hers in a fever of frantic movement. Just when she didn't think she could take another moment, he flattened his torso against hers, immobilizing her as he ground his cock into her with each downstroke. He grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head as he captured her mouth in a savage kiss. His smoky, salty scent engulfed her, surrounding her with pure dominant male aggression as he left little doubt that she belonged to him totally. Again and again his mouth ravaged hers until he gave a guttural cry as his back arched and he slammed into her one last time.
* * *
Patrick moved from atop Lelia and collapsed on the bed beside her. He glanced over at her. She seemed as drained as he was. Was she okay? Jesus, man, what were you thinking? You fucked her like an animal . And that dominance shit. He'd always liked to be dominant in bed. It turned him on to totally control his partner while he focused on her pleasure, but what had possessed him to try that with a virgin? He was amazed she hadn't run screaming into the night. He still couldn't believe he'd lost it like that. Everything had been okay. He'd been in total control until he'd seen the way her white panties contrasted with her dark skin. It had been the fulfillment of every fantasy he'd had since the first time he laid eyes on her, and he'd totally lost it. He studied the way the light sheen of perspiration on her body glistened in the moonlight from the open window. He reached down, taking her hand in his and raising it to his mouth. As an apology it wasn't much, but then as he looked into her eyes, he realized that she didn't need one.
“You okay, baby?” he whispered, propping his head up as he looked down at her.
A slow smile spread over her face as she nodded, then whispered back, “Wow, is it always like that?”
Patrick grinned, sliding his palm over her abdomen, up to her breasts. “I dunno. Want to try again and find out?”
She slapped his hands away. “Are you kidding me? You're such an animal. I seriously doubt I'll ever walk again.”
Patrick's face immediately dropped the smile. “Are you okay? I know I was too rough. I don't know. I've never lost it like that, and you were a virgin.”
“Of course I'm okay. I'm twenty-eight years old. I expect there was very little virginity left in the first place. I was just teasing you.”
“Well, in that case.” He slid off the bed, then reached down to pull her up beside him. “I think a nice soak in a whirlpool tub is in order. After that, who knows?”
Chapter Six
The chow hall was humming with activity, and Lelia lowered her head as she entered. Lelia, who'd practically grown up in the military and was accustomed to the ceaseless hubbub, was still disconcerted by the sheer number of marines served their meals there. Camp Lejeune was a training base, and the number of troops stationed there was overwhelming. Lelia's hopes that the Guard be overlooked had been shattered the first day when the whole room fell silent as they entered. Whether it was owed to better manners or loss of novelty, Lelia was delighted that it didn't happen anymore. But they still drew undue attention when they gathered their trays and tried to find a corner to seat themselves.
Today was media day and they'd had photographers around all morning shooting pictures of them running the corps' PT test. All her soldiers had exceeded standards, but she hated having them on display like that. Fortunately, she was the only one who had to sit through an interview. She'd caught Patrick's grin when she agreed with the reporter that none of the Amazonian Guard spoke English. Of course, he and all the other marines knew better.
Other than that brief interaction, she'd had a reprieve from seeing him again for two days, as Patrick had been detailed
* * *
Patrick moved from atop Lelia and collapsed on the bed beside her. He glanced over at her. She seemed as drained as he was. Was she okay? Jesus, man, what were you thinking? You fucked her like an animal . And that dominance shit. He'd always liked to be dominant in bed. It turned him on to totally control his partner while he focused on her pleasure, but what had possessed him to try that with a virgin? He was amazed she hadn't run screaming into the night. He still couldn't believe he'd lost it like that. Everything had been okay. He'd been in total control until he'd seen the way her white panties contrasted with her dark skin. It had been the fulfillment of every fantasy he'd had since the first time he laid eyes on her, and he'd totally lost it. He studied the way the light sheen of perspiration on her body glistened in the moonlight from the open window. He reached down, taking her hand in his and raising it to his mouth. As an apology it wasn't much, but then as he looked into her eyes, he realized that she didn't need one.
“You okay, baby?” he whispered, propping his head up as he looked down at her.
A slow smile spread over her face as she nodded, then whispered back, “Wow, is it always like that?”
Patrick grinned, sliding his palm over her abdomen, up to her breasts. “I dunno. Want to try again and find out?”
She slapped his hands away. “Are you kidding me? You're such an animal. I seriously doubt I'll ever walk again.”
Patrick's face immediately dropped the smile. “Are you okay? I know I was too rough. I don't know. I've never lost it like that, and you were a virgin.”
“Of course I'm okay. I'm twenty-eight years old. I expect there was very little virginity left in the first place. I was just teasing you.”
“Well, in that case.” He slid off the bed, then reached down to pull her up beside him. “I think a nice soak in a whirlpool tub is in order. After that, who knows?”
Chapter Six
The chow hall was humming with activity, and Lelia lowered her head as she entered. Lelia, who'd practically grown up in the military and was accustomed to the ceaseless hubbub, was still disconcerted by the sheer number of marines served their meals there. Camp Lejeune was a training base, and the number of troops stationed there was overwhelming. Lelia's hopes that the Guard be overlooked had been shattered the first day when the whole room fell silent as they entered. Whether it was owed to better manners or loss of novelty, Lelia was delighted that it didn't happen anymore. But they still drew undue attention when they gathered their trays and tried to find a corner to seat themselves.
Today was media day and they'd had photographers around all morning shooting pictures of them running the corps' PT test. All her soldiers had exceeded standards, but she hated having them on display like that. Fortunately, she was the only one who had to sit through an interview. She'd caught Patrick's grin when she agreed with the reporter that none of the Amazonian Guard spoke English. Of course, he and all the other marines knew better.
Other than that brief interaction, she'd had a reprieve from seeing him again for two days, as Patrick had been detailed
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