Page 111 of Haze of Obedience

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I continue yelling in Spanish, "Don't stop. Oh God. Please don't stop!"

He slows down. His tongue, fingers, and lips create a bubbling chaos in all my veins, keeping me in a constant state of potent need and begging.

The speed of his flicking is like a snake, pleasantly tormenting me.

The tip of his tongue rolls across my pussy before he dips it in and out.

The suction of his lips takes me up, up, up until all I can do is combust.

And when I come, he holds me so I can’t move and ferociously continues to pleasure me. I swear I hear him groan, but I'm so delirious and screaming his name I can't be sure.

I'm still quivering when he shoves me down his body and slides me over his cock.

"Oh...oh....oh," I moan as my belly clenches from taking all of him in.

"Ride me, my Little Diva," he growls then grips my hips and guides my movements until we're a speed that fills me with a constant stream of endorphins.

My hands fall to his torso. I caress his abs, then trace his V following the arrows. I barely breathe out, "So hot.”

"You love ‘em, don't you?" he cockily asks.

"Yes. Oh, yes."

His rough hands slide over my rump and he squeezes me. “You have the best ass on Earth.”

“You’re the sexiest man on Earth.”

He grins and his dimples pop out.

My walls slowly spasm, and he moves his thumb to my nub, and all hell breaks loose in my body. I dig my fingers into his torso until he sits up and palms my head with his other hand and kisses me with more fire.

And I’m lost in him. Nothing else matters. Flesh to flesh, bones to bones, heart to heart we exist.

“I won’t let you go either,” I whisper in his ear.

“Don’t. You’ll break me,” he murmurs.

“I won’t.”

His muscular arms wrap around my back and hold me tighter. My breasts push into his pecs and his rattlesnake pendant presses into my cleavage.

Incoherent sounds echo against the walls. But it isn't just me. Mine begin earlier than his, but the longer I orgasm, the louder his grunts and groans, and male noises of raw pleasure become.

Our eyes lock, breath merges, and I grip his hair.

He keeps me moving through orgasms, or maybe it's just the longest one on Earth, but it doesn't stop until he detonates inside me.

When it's over, I collapse on him, trying to catch my breath, burying my face into the curve of his neck. He scoots us down in the bed, his perfect ten body pretzels me, limbs over limbs, and he teases, "I still want another redo."

I softly laugh, lift my head, and reply, "I still want to lick your arrows."

His eyes twinkle. "Tamales first. Then my ink is yours."