Pussycat Death Squad by Roslyn Hardy Holcomb Page A

vaginal lips. The slick, wet sound of her parting flesh should have embarrassed her, but instead she felt nothing but pride that she could trigger his lust this way. It was her pussy he wanted to look at, and she delighted in showing it to him. She squirmed on the bed. She'd had no idea that being on display this way would be so arousing. She stroked her hand over her aching clit, closing her eyes at the immediate response that ricocheted through her body.
     
    Patrick suddenly dropped to his knees beside the bed, once again pushing her hand away as he dived between her legs. When she felt his mouth against her quivering pussy, Lelia arched up off the bed. He grabbed her hips, holding her in that position, as he lapped at her with long licks. When she tried to close her legs to hold him in place, he pushed them apart, further exposing her to his rapacious gaze. He slid his flattened tongue along her slit, hitting incredibly sensitive nerve endings along the way. She gasped as he circled her clit with his tongue, then stroked her overly sensitized length again. He was making the most obscene slurping noises as he alternated between sucking her cunt lips and nibbling her clit. His obvious enjoyment in what he was doing stoked her own pleasure even higher, and she ground her pussy into his face.
     
    Lelia choked back a scream when he took her clitoris between his lips and began sucking on it gently. He nibbled at the base of her clit with his teeth, over and over again, setting her on fire. Her stomach muscles tightened in ever-increasing coils in anticipation of her release. She gritted her teeth, her neck arching back involuntarily as waves of ecstasy raced from her clit up her spine, where it lingered, setting off shudders through her entire body. When he penetrated her pussy with one and then another finger, it was as though her body knew exactly what she'd been waiting for as her orgasm exploded through her brain, leaving her helpless to do anything but gasp in its aftermath.
     
    Patrick growled against her. “That's it, baby, give me all that cream, come for me.” He slipped a third finger into her tight opening, all the while laving her clitoris like a man consuming his last meal.
     
    Lelia lay there trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm surged over her in waves, watching as Patrick surged up between her widely splayed legs. He fumbled briefly with his zipper; then she felt the broad head of his cock against her opening. Her head lolled back of its own accord. She could barely think. She just wanted to feel him to the depths of her soul. She was momentarily confused when he hissed and suddenly pulled away. “Goddamned condom.” She heard him rummaging around in his bag. There was a long silence; then he was back between her legs.
     
    Lelia looked up to meet his narrowed gaze; his eyes were so dark, there was no hint of green or gold left in them. His lips were full and ruddy while his jaw was clenched tightly. She wondered that he was still holding back. Then she felt his cock pressing against her pussy again and couldn't think of anything else. Unexpected pain surprised a gasp out of her as he slowly eased his cock into her depths.
     
    “You okay?” he gritted out between tightly clenched teeth, the two words so guttural as to barely be discernible.
     
    Lelia nodded as he moved even more slowly. Time telescoped, stretching out endlessly. It seemed to take forever as he slid inexorably deeper inside her. The pain gradually eased away and she could think of nothing but the unbearable pleasure of being so totally filled. It seemed that every cell of her body was stretched beyond bearing, but instead of pain, pleasure engulfed her body. Her head arched back as she keened her fulfillment, her hips moving reflexively to pull him deeper, trying to grind her clit against the base of his cock.
     
    She reached up to spread her hands over Patrick's chest when, with a roar, he raised her legs over his arms and