Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 119

I want to sleep right here...

\*\*ROMANY\*\*

"Jesus Christ," Alex moans, and I feel him twitching inside of me, stilling himself as if he can't bear to move an inch.

My center is so full, so stretched, and the feeling _so_ intense that my hands claw the sheets and my body trembles with pleasure. I'm going to come again and I'm going to come again soon._

"Oh my God," I cry out and Tiny continue to plunge inside of me, stroking something deep, and forbidden at my core. "Fuck yes!" I scream as another wave of all consuming pleasure hits me and I shiver and quake between two men.

My whimper of desire causes a frenzy of movement. Alex begins to thrust in and out of my ring, barreling me toward and explosion of starlight. Tiny jerks beneath me, growling out his climax as he pumps his final thrusts. His hands go into my hair and he pulls my mouth onto his, kissing me deeply and moaning against my tongue. "Fuck baby girl. You're so fucking perfect," he rasps.

Mickey steps forward next, his sharp green gaze bright with heat. Obsessive hunger burns in his gaze as he watches me. Approaching the head of the bed and taking Damien's place at my mouth, he slides his hands forward under my body, squeezing my breasts roughly.

"Open up, doll," he orders. "I want you to taste me."

And I do...

me equally, gifting me orgasm after orgasm before I finally collapse in a heap of sweat. My body quivers with the aftermath of the best damned sex I've ever had and although it was everything I never thought I wanted,

myself so completely

have I ever felt

and say, "I want to watch myself tomorrow. I

in the darkness of my stupor. "What makes you think

can't help myself. "I know you did because you're

how I should feel about that,"

Did you

but us. No one else will ever see it if you don't want them to, angel. You're

"I like the sound of that. Even if it

of laughter dances about the room and I soon find

would have had me running for the hills, or buying a chastity belt. But now... now it not only lights a fire in my core, but in my chest. I _loved every single little thing they did to me in this room and I refuse to regret a single moment of it. These men are perfect and the way they regard me is somewhere between fantasy and love... And I can deal with that. In fact, it

right here," I whisper, my eyes falling closed.

don't even notice when he lifts me into his arms and washes me with a warm rag he got from God knows where. The rest of them scurry around the room, changing out the bedding. Exhaustion weighs on my eyes, they are so heavy that I can hardly even see. Suddenly, the black walls around me make a bit more sense. They create a dominant atmosphere, pushing me toward sleep. Pushing me toward relaxation and bliss. When Damien lays me back down, the covers are fresh and dry and heavy with the scent of lavender detergent. The bed dips on

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